Today is the funeral of my dear uncle Ole, married to dad's sister Åse. The photo, which must be from around 1965, shows Ole with a bright happy Colgate smile in front of a bunch of happy kids, and also aunt Åse and my mother. Can you see me :-)
A life has come to its end, a man has reached the goal. The last step was climbed a week ago, now uncle Ole is with his Creator, resting after a long fight.
A funeral day is a sad day, and in many, many ways a blessed day. A day when you count your happiness, you look back, and through tears you are filled with smiles and laughter.
I found this photo of Ole among a bunch of photos my brother Børge gathered for my mother's 80th birthday........and while I already am here among these photos......well, I am sure you don't mind a few snapshots from my childhood.
Looks like I am mixing up something, my doll and my brother Frode.....
My young, charming dad, always teaching us about flowers, trees, birds and animals.....
Christmas party or a birthday party? Grandma Olga, grandma Ragna, grandpa Johannes and a gang of aunts and cousins.
Even today, 50 years later, I remember the icy cold feeling of eating icecream with grandma Ragna's silverspoon. Grandpa Johannes was a headmaster and he and grandma Ragna lived in a small flat in one of the school buildings. When we gathered there for family parties we (the kids) were sent up in the attic to play in a classrrom there. What a paradice for a gang of cousins. Our favorite game consisted of alot of jumping from desk to desk, not allowed to touch the floor. I have a vivid memory of the huge maps over the blackboard, I was never as happy as when I could drag them down and dream myself into the deep forests and huge waterfalls of Africa.
Grandpa Johannes had a goal to win a teddy bear for all of his 21 grandchildren.
17th of May in 1964 or 65. You can see the Nidaros cathedral in the background.
I can go on and on with this, boring you all to death........
May be there will be some more later.