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WW II: Germans in Norway
Continuation from here. Our stay in Fredrikstad upon arrival from Africa in late June of 1936 was, I believe, brief. Soon we moved northwest to Oslo, where we lived on Observatorieterassen, an address that still existed in the early sixties … Continue reading
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Tagged 'children in war', 'civilian panic', 'family and clan', 'German invasion', 'military occupation', ‘WW II’, fascism, Luftwaffe, Norway, Sweden
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Tandy
During the period 1978-1979 I had gone on one of the scores of diets to which I have, with greater or lesser rigor, subjected myself since I was about twelve. I looked really great, to be honest, and I felt … Continue reading
Posted in LITERATURE, MOI
Tagged 'a tease', 'Max Beerbohm', 'men and women', 'Zuleika Dobson', relationships, shakespeare
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POEM – Apricots
Apricots and oranges and other lush realities can now be touched, peeled, tasted, even savored some. Yours the scent of tinted citron, a flavor fragrant of love awakening; you show the outer grace and promises too of flesh within. But … Continue reading
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Tagged apricots, ’love poem’, ’somatic symbolism’, poem, symbolism
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Correspondence 2: packaging
Correspondence 1 Let me now conclude my set on correspondence with a note on ‘packaging’. I use No. 10 envelopes and put lots of older (available in any stamp shop) and newer (available at the post office) commemorative stamps on … Continue reading
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Tagged ’foreign friends’, ’letter writing’, ’virtual friends’, correspondence, letters, penpals
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Correspondence 1: message
I am an inveterate letter writer, and have been as long as I can remember. Letters allow me to reach across the globe and, however tangentially, to touch – and be touched — by the lives of people from many … Continue reading
POEM – You
You I knew long ago and long have known. Me your familiarity moves so strangely, oldness renews, grace makes full of grace. Your hand in mine, my eyes on yours, we both evoke still promises for us. I dream anew … Continue reading
Those endless summers on the beach
Another thing that happened to me during one of those few shimmering summers I spoke of in an earlier entry (e.g., here and here) was that I had become quite percipiently aware of girls, of women. It truly astonishes me … Continue reading
Clothes horse
The fact of the matter is that I am pretty much of a slob here around the apartment when it comes to dress. Informal is too kind a word for it. I’ll loaf around in shorts or underwear and a … Continue reading
WW II – 5
[This is the fifth and final of five postings about my growing up in Sweden during WWII.] Previous posts in this series: WW II – 1 WW II – 2 WW II – 3 WW II – 4 My … Continue reading
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Tagged 1940s, ‘WW II’, ’personal experience of WW II’, childhood, Danderyd, father, grandmother, grandparents, Sweden
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