@brittarnhild
Elva is the same, though it is bigger now with a single woman living there than it was with grandpa Johannes, grandma Ragna and their seven children (an an extra man during the war when the nearest town Kristiansund was bombed). The view out the windows is the same. Many of the walls are the same, and so is the old floor.
But most else is different.
Bente, who lives in Elva now, and who loves the house with all her heart,
is a collector. A true collector.
Bente is a treasure hunter, and almost every weekend she is browsing flea markets and antique fairs.
"She knows what she is looking for" her mother says with a proud smile. "When she comes to a new place she take one overlook, and then head straight for the best treasures. And she gets them all"
Elva is filled to the brim.
Ground floor where the photos are from,
first floor where we were allowed to explore as much as we liked, without camera "oh no, it is too messy up here for photos"
We never saw the basement.
I wish I had an eye on every finger,
or rather, on every toe......
Bente served coffee, and my father´s tales were the sweetest pastries.
Dad - "the house up near the road used to be a store. I remember it was robbed once and the safe was stolen. Later I was the one who found the safe up on the marshes. It was too heavy for me to carry and I ran home to tell the police"
Me- "but dad, why have you never told your grandchildren this exciting story?"
Dad- "I never remembered it, not until now"
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Ole K., thanks for organizing this for us
Bente, thanks for opening your home and your heart
