My father was very special. He took part in our lifes in a way that is common nowerdays but wasn’t then in the 40ties and 50ties. Although he wanted a son, he was very very proud of us girls. His “favourite” was the youngest one but I knew he loved me just as much. I was the boyish one. Played football, ishockey, basket … My father always watched my matches and was a great supporter.
He was very interested in technical things and a kind of genious. My son and his cousin have the same skill. His last years he travelled around to us to be with his grandchildren. He died in brain tumur far too early. I felt it was very unfair.
My father is in the middle. I think it is 1911 or 1912. He had six brothers and one sister who died young.
My father and mother before they were married. My grandfather was the first one to buy a car in the area. My father had always been interested in cars and he also had a Harley.
The car we had when I was a little girl - a Ford V8. It took us to Norway, Denmark and Germany.
My father was very special and I loved him dearly. Everyone did.
My awesome father
Checks his automobile
Then we went away