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Terje was out in the garden, in a little red house we have there, a house where we keep things. A shed? I don't know the English word for it, the Norwegian is bod. I was busy weeding when I heard Terje call my name: "Britt-Arnhild, come and have a look!" He was standing with a black bag in his arms, the bag was open and I knew at once what it was - old baby clothes, the special ones which I had missed for years.
My fingers were almost trembling when I started to look through the bag. A few dresses from when I was a baby, more than 60 years ago. Baby clothes from when our kids were babies as well, but they had to wait, I wanted to see, touch, feel the dresses I have been wearing. When I was a baby.
One yellow, two blues. No pink ones, which kind of made me happy, made me smile. The dark salmon red one is a dress I knitted for Ingrid, almost 30 years ago. The yellow and the two blue ones were made for me, two knitted, one crochet, more than 60 years ago.
I still remember knitting the salmon red one. For Ingrid. Summer. We were driving Norway from North Cape to Lindesnes, which is far, very far. We drove all the way with three children. My older brother and his family lived in Hammerfest at that time. The summer was warm and sunny, the kids played out in the vicarage garden and Ingrid wore her salmon red hand knitted dress. I can't understand today how brave and courageous we were, driving thousands and thousands of kilometers with three kids. Marta was not born yet. Ingrid was 2, Øystein 7 and Torgeir 9. The year was 1991.
Isn't it wonderful how a handmade outfit can bring out a storm of memories.
Now I will have to ask my mother what memories she has with my old dresses.
The blue dress in the first picture is my favourite.
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