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My grandpa Johannes was a headmaster, my grandma Ragna Josefine was an art teacher. They lived in an appartement in one of the old buildings in the school area, with a classroom up on the loft where we kids were sent to play during family dinners. Oh my, what fun we had. The house had a garden, with old trees and columbines and a bench, with old chairs and a wooden table where we sat down and had ice cream on hot summer afternoons. The adults had coffee as well, of course, for us kids ice cream was more than enough, Eaten in small glass bowls, using silver spoons, the silver giving you this very exciting brain freeze when you topped the spoon with home made vanilla ice cream and ate it all at the same time.
When Johannes and Ragna Josefine retired, they moved to a small house with a big garden. Grandma loved her flowers, and every time we came to visit, we found her on her knees in the alpine bed, her huge pride. While my grandpa planted trees.
I played with my brothers and cousins in the garden, and one day I was unlucky and cut the top of a tree with the ball we were playing with. Pa got angry. Grandpa said, no problem, let the children play.
For me it is important to have a garden where children, and of course adults as well, can play and have fun.
Today our grandson Milian, 2 years old, has been with us. We have an area in the back garden where we have created an area especially for our grandchildren. We had lunch there, while Milian played in the sandbox. A fairy tale garden. For children of all ages.
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