I sold the place where I was born yesterday.
In the picture above, taken in the beginning of July 1961, you can see me standing in front of the house looking at the airplane cruising back and forth over the village that day.
Hand-colored aerial b&w photos of your house and surroundings was a kind of status thing back then.
This picture has been hanging on the wall in the kitchen since then.
This is how I want to remember it. At summertime I moved into the attic into a small room that is hidden behind the porch in this picture. In the mid sixties I had strung a longwire antenna from my window in the attic to the end of the barn in order to get the best possible reception of Radio London aka "Big L", Radio Caroline and all the other offshore stations. Later on I connected a homebrew AM-transmitter to that antenna and started my own Pirate Radio. :)
The house was build by my paternal grandparents in 1912 and in the picture it is more or less in the same shape as it was back then. The tin roof was installed after WW2.
The house was later renovated and expanded, the porch was torn down and replaced with an extension of the same height and width as the rest of the house, containing a bathroom, sauna and a big hall. The house was then painted yellow.
After my mom died last year it has been empty and waiting for a new owner to take care of it and restore it to todays' standards. We have moved out and sold the most of the furniture, some pieces to remember the place by has been moved to our house and to our summer house. There is still a lot of junk to be moved to the dump and the new owner is moving in this very moment.
Yesterday I handed over the keys to the new owner and also a piece of my heart...
Bye, bye house and may your days be forever happy!
Hans
5 comments:
och nu kom tårarna... fast av flera orsaker just idag.
love always.
jo, jag vet...
A truly beautiful memorial to the house, Hans! Love your memories of the antenna to get the radio stations and the rock'n'roll :) But I'm sure there's big emotions involved in selling the house.
Vilken underbar gård ! Nilla
Lovely post Hans. I feel so privileged to have been there too and to have seen that very photo hanging on the wall. All those memories attached to the home where you grew up. I know it was a lot of work to clear it out and clean it up again, but it must be quite hard to part with it all the same. Thank you so much for taking me there. It's a beautiful place,
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