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In two days my father in law will turn 90. A milestone. The last couple of weeks have been tuff, but he is of stubborn roots, and now we are all busy preparing the birthday party which will be held on Saturday.
Terje and I are looking through old photos, searching for shots to be used in a powerpoint memory presentation.
Torgeir, the oldest grandchild, with farfar.
Øystein, grandchild #2 harvesting apples with farmor and farfar in their garden. When Torgeir was 8 and Øystein 6 they flew down to Moi, alone for their first time. I had sent with them a camera, an oldfashioned one, and the boys shot film after film. One whole film consisted of Torgeir and Øystein climing in the fruit trees, one at a time, trying to hide for the other with the camrea. Their own "where is Willy" :-)
Ingrid Elise, our third child, but the sixth in a series of grandchildren. Here she is where she loved most of all to be, in farfar´s lap, listeing to him reading from Terje´s fairytale book.
Marta, the seventh and last.
Where has time gone?
The best gift on Torgeir´s second Christmas, back in 1993.
Farfar has designed and made with his own hands a rocking hourse.
