My bought Mombretie is blooming.
I totally love this colour.
It makes me smile every morning 😊❤️
Food for thought
Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.
♥ Have you made some memories today? ♥
In the loft I found 40 year old records of my apprenticeship journals.
I learnt the Hotel Business.
I learnt all aspects like reception, kitchen, serving, bar, clean rooms and running a hotel.
We had to write weekly reports, had them signed by the mentor and by the big boss.
It was fun to read them all again.
Life has changed in this electronic age…..look at that 🙂
There were no computers back then.
The Hotel journal was written by hand with a carbon paper and added up in the evening.
All reservations were taken by post or telephone and recorded on a chart.
It is funny to think this life without computers.
I really enjoyed my time in the Hotel with wonderful guests and colleagues.
Sweet memories ♥♥♥
Did you enjoy your learning journey way back?
Today is Father’s Day and it is the first time I do not send a card, but send my love to heaven.
Thinking about my father makes me smile, happy and sad at the same time.
I do miss him a lot.
Dear Dad,
I have lots of wonderful memories and specially today I am reminded of some.
Do you remember me playing the piano, right next to you with lots of mistakes and you never said anything. You were the most patient man in the universe.
Our Saturday morning routine of buying the paper and stopping at the best coffee shop in town for tea with lemon. I loved those treats and we had such wonderful conversations, dad to daughter, daughter to dad.
Remember when you gave me a puff of your cigarette in the car while waiting for my mum to come out of the shop. I felt so sick, I never touched cigarettes in my life again. What a clever parenting trick that was. I was glad that you stopped it soon after that too.
When I was a toddler, we posed for a photo in Italy, you holding me at the rim of a beautiful well. I was so scared that I would fall into the well, but you hold me tight and I felt safe.
You always had to look at me twirling round in front of you after I bought new clothes. You always said it looks lovely. You were the first man I wanted to marry….
Remember those evenings when I asked you to help with my physics homework. You always explained it to me 3 times if necessary, and by the morning I had forgotten it again. Sorry.
Thank you for always taking us daughters to wonderful places in the holidays, we had much to do and see. I always enjoyed our family holidays.
For the best dad in the world, my dad, Happy Father’s Day, you know I love you so much! 
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!
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!
Ute smile 