I am so lucky that I had to sets of grandparents:)
My father`s parents Inga and Harald…
I don`t know much about them but they did foster seven good-looking kids. Always wish I had one photo of the siblings with their spouses. I bet there were a lot of fun going on when those met in the childhood home. I do remember stories but I don`t think I will put them in print in case I get the details wrong:)
My grandfather Harald died when I was ten but I do remember him staying in our home for days, helping my dad mending fishing nets. And the one time my mother trusted him to babysit while she run to the store. She came home and found the three of us on the floor about to shoot with bow and arrow – with her fine crystal as target. My grandfather dressed in Indian feathers and the daughter-in-law’s lipstick as war paint…