I was back home in Germany for a weekend and enjoyed a peaceful quiet time with my mum.
I wanted to share her beautiful garden, now in spring!
Going home does feel like going back in time.
There are some old picture in the house from my grandad.
This is him on the right with his brother before the first world war.
Below is a painted picture, painted by a war time painter friend of him – as I remember him.
Always a bow tie and his wooden stick.
He lost his leg in the first world war on his 21st birthday. I have read his war diary, an amazing read.
I used to sit on his wooden leg and it was very slippy, I enjoyed that very much, so did he.
I called him “Opa”. He died when I was 9.
I don’t remember that much but I have these lovely memories of him playing with me on his lap and underneath his office desk.
I love that picture in our frontroom, I loved him.
It is wonderful to think of happy times from the past,
the people we loved,
and that we made them happy then.
Nothing changed, he is still loved and I still hope to make people happy!
Wishing you a wonderful Sunday!