My father, Johannes, was born in Dhanora, India 1912. His parents were missionaries; the father Swedish of poor origins, the mother German from a wealthy family. Johannes' first languages was hindi and his first toy was this little elephant.Johannes had only three toys as a little boy. He kept them all his life. I will show you the second one tomorrow.
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It is kind of sad to see that little elephant, he kept it all this years... I never kept my toys, after a few months they were in the garbage. I think things that belong to our past are really important, they keep an strange feeling of a life with no worries, but when I was a child I never thought that...
Take care
I felt in love with the wonderful elephant and the story!
I am looking forward to see and read more.
Men den är ju helt underbar! Och tänk att den finns kvar... Att det är just din pappa som nött och älskat den...det tar i hjärtat.
Du skriver fint!
Det där är starkt, påminner oss om att vi inte behöver allt för att leva.
Tankvärda bilder.
titta gärna in på min konstsida där jag har foto och måleri mm.
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kram
A beautiful story! It's amazing you've kept this little guy all these years... It says a lot about its importance to your father. :)
your life is sometimes so surreal...i can see why you are an artist. there are stories running in your blood.
thank you so much for sharing these precious life stories with us. they are pure pleasure for me to read and dream about...
Hej igen Alexandra,
Slogs av tanken att den här lilla figurer skulla passa bra med dina andra gestalter i din kommande barnbok...
It's so nice to hear that I'm not alone seeing something special in this little creatures.
I will consider including the elephant in my Children's book, Marie-Louise. After all it was my father who taught me to tell stories. It's just fair that he should also participate.
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