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When I was about 8 years old my
grandparents sold their farm to my mom and dad. In the barn were 4-5 cows,
calfs, pigs and a horse. We also had cats and a dog. Suddenly I was
a "farmers-kid". Didnt felt bad at all! Right now some memories comes in to my mind: |
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| Sitting on a stool in the cow stable while my mother is milking, its warm and a little dark in there, I can hear how the milk hit the bottom of the bucket and the sound from cows eating their hay. Its so quiet and pieceful... | ||
| Warm summerdays and the smell from fires in the forest, we were always a little worried that the fire should come too close... |
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Harvest - daddy loading hay in
the barn and we children and mother also, are packing it together by
walking back and forth on top of it - longing to get out from the barn
because its dusty and warm in there and the hay itch everywhere, daddy is
learning us: put the hay also in the corners, make a good work... |
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Barn swallows looking at us
from their nests, we are coming closer and closer them as the hay fills
the barn. |
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| The smell from "Djungle-oil", used to keep the mosquito´s away.. | ||
| A glass filled with blue berries, picked a moment ago, an exciting book and the sound from the rain on the roof.. |
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Swimming and fishing in the
lake close to our house... |
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| Skiing in the forest, cold hands and feet´s... | ||
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Grandfathers stories about old
times and the fairy tales, we loved to hear about the
woman he met a moonlit nite, he could see her so clear as if it was
daylight, see the buttons on her sleeves.. and from one moment to the
other she just disappeared! Who/what was she? Nobody knows.
Grandfather never forgot her! |
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| This is just a few memories of them all, what a good time it was then... |
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