My mom, Ragnhild, was born in 1954, her mother working in a small countryside store selling just about everything, and the family living on top of the store. Her dad was sailing the seven seas, and they were building a house in town. When they moved there grandma started working at the bank and granddad continued to sail the seas.
My mom educated herself to be a surgery nurse, with the specialty of anesthesia, and is currently the boss of the operation-ward here.
My dad, Lasse, was born in 1940, at a coastal guard station as his parents were on their way home from the mainland. Grandma worked in a utility store (though in the back of my head I remember them selling food as well at some point) and granddad was the local chief of police. In their house in town there were two cell's in the basement, this was before the police station was built, and all transfers to the mainland were kept there in the wait of transit. My aunts have told that when the prisoner was escorted by two policemen they knew it was someone who'd done something really bad.
I don't know how he slipped down that road, but my dad worked as a entrepreneur, blasting stuff up, like mountain and stuff, when people were building houses.
He and mom met when she needed a blast job for her weekend house (that is now her permanent house) and well, you all can figure out how it went from there.
Unfortunately my dad silently slipped away in September 2000, shortly after his 60th birthday, after a long struggle against cancer. The last weeks before his departure he had been unconscious due to pneumonia.
De va kul att läsa. Sånt man inte tänker på så ofta längre, nu kom jag att tänka på en massa gammalt. Mommos källare ja, den va läskig tyckte jag! Spännande att ha finka i källarn! Jag gick just igenom huset i mina tankar, gud va fint det var. Minns hur varenda hörn såg ut.
ReplyDeleteSå det är tio år sedan Lasse dog nu. Känns inte så längesedan tycker jag. Jag minns ju honom också så väl. Det är så synd att ha är borta, måste kännas tomt för dig ännu. Tio år är ingenting har jag märkt nu med årens gång. Önskar så att mormor fanns kvar också, ibland känner jag stort behov av att träffa henne. Att hon skulle få se ens barn och att de skulle fått träffa henne.
Ragnhild är så duktig, tryggt att ha sånna som henne på kobben!
Ha en fortsatt fin helg!
I love reading these! It's a great way to get to know you better!
ReplyDeleteAndréa: Visst är det sjukt vad fort tiden går! Jisses, syrran väntade ju Nea den hösten, och du skulle bara veta hur lik honom hon är till sättet. Ibland är det som att lyssna på honom när hon argumenterar. Adrian är ju oxå väldigt lik pappa på många sätt, men hon är definitivt "värst". Lustigt hur det kan bli.
ReplyDeleteTycker det är så synd att jag inte fick visa honom Linus, men tänker att var han än är så ser han nog endå.
Misty: That was one of my thoughts in doing this, and also hoping my blogging friends would pick up on it, so I'd get to know them better =)