Kategorie: Meine Erinnerungen / My memories
30 Days Hath November_Day 20
Day 20: A childhood anecdote.
I must’ve been 11 or so and it was Christmas Eve and for some absurd reason and because I owned a red coat and a red hat I thought: Why don’t I dress as Santa and bring the presents? So after having received my presents etc I ran to my room to dress up. I didn’t have a beard (obviously) and no craft material to make a convincing one so I just cut a piece of paper in to the shape of a beard, attached a ribbon and on it went.
Looking back, I cringe, then laugh. My family LOLed about the room and Christmas was just a little bit different because of it. 🙂
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| Source: www.die-fahrschule.at |
Sadly, I don’t have a photo, although there exist a couple and once I have one, I shall post it, so I’ve left you with my dress-up inspiration. Tehehe.
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30 Days Hath November_Day 7
Day 07: A song for the day.
A-ha ~ East Of The Sun (West Of The Moon)
I’ve been in love with these guys since I was 8. If you’ve never listened to them, go check them out. They do fab 80s Pop and (after their split) nice grown-up Pop with always a hint of Rock.
‚East Of The Sun…‘ is one of their best songs, but this is not the best version of it (that one’s on the Album by the same title). I chose this as it was closest to the album version.
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| Morten @ Camden Roundhouse 2009 |
I am very sad that they’ve now split for good (Update 16.04.2016 THEY’RE BACK TOGETHER! SURPRISE!), but am so so sooo happy that I managed to see them live 2 years ago in the intimate setting that is Camden Roundhouse as part of the iTunes Music Festival. It was the.best.gig.ever (apart from the Beastie Boys in 1998). {Pssst…here are more photos ;)}
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30 Days Hath November_Day 5
Day 05: Three years ago (today.)
I thought I’d be rebellious and so instead of one photo or one story (I have no clue what we did in November three years ago) I’m posting a whole lot of photos that take you through 2008.
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| London Eye – 1 January 2008 |
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| Aachen/Germany (the Husband & my brother) – February 2008 |
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| Berlin/Germany – February 2008 |
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| Muecka/Germany (Old station) – February 2008 |
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| London Sherlock Holmes Shop (Dad) – March 2008 |
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| London Abbey Road – March 2008 |
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| London/Putney Garden – April 2008 |
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| London Photo Shoot (Mum & me) – May 2008 |
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| Putney/London (Kitchen falls apart) – June 2008 |
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| Putney/London (One & only BBQ) – July 2008 |
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| Swanage – August 2008 |
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| Train to Paris – September 2008 |
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| Paris/Cimetière du Père-Lachaise – September 2008 |
{?October/November?}
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| Eschenau/Germany – December 2008 |
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| Eschenau/Germany – 31 December 2008 |
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Apparently, we went on holiday a lot. Or had guests. It started off with my dad, my brother & a friend of his coming to vist us for New Year’s. In February we travelled to Aachen to see my family, then took a train to Berlin where we stayed with friends for a day or two and then on to my grandparents in Saxony.
My dad came back in March followed by my mum in May who came to redeem her Christmas present which was a haircut followed by Make-up and a photo shoot. I had gotten this present as a ‚Buy one get one free‘ so also got a hair cut etc. The photos are amazing. In July we were invited to a wedding, which was nice. We also attempted a BBQ which, thanks to the cheap grill, failed miserably. At least it was just us two. :s
In August we went on a short trip to Bath via Stonehenge and Swanage down on the South Coast. Stonehenge was mostly boring and that is thanks to them making visitors walk around the stones in a massive circle. There was nothing magical about it. Bath and Swanage however, were gorgeous. In fact, when we drove in to Swanage I cried a little. Not sure what happened there. ;p
In September we celebrated our 4th Anniversary in Paris. I absolutely adore Paris so really wanted to go there (again). I’d been three times before and this time it was just us and just a little bit of Sightseeing. We went to the above mentioned Cemetery where people like Edith Piaf and Oscar Wilde are buried. It was amazing and so different from any cemetery I’d ever seen before. (Pssst…Follow the links to find photos from the Bath trip as well as the Paris one.)
I have no photos or recollection of October or November so there’s a gap.
In December we spent Christmas at my mum’s and New Year’s Eve with my Dad.
The End.
About Growing up & Grieving
I wrote this in a very emotional minute or two. Today, as I revise it and add a couple of photos I still feel the same, but am not sobbing.
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| 1 week old |
So you are now 13 months and 12 days old. I look at you and I am amazed at the things you can do already. I know they say you shouldn’t, but I do compare: I see other babes who aren’t yet climbing stairs up and down by themselves, but they might be saying their first words, something you haven’t done yet, but are on the way to do so.
They say time flies and you should enjoy every day before it’s too late. I tell you something, the days can be long and sometimes I can’t wait for you to go to sleep in the night so my boobs and arms can have a rest 😉 BUT each passing day takes you one step further away from babyhood and me. I know, melodramatic, but it makes me so so sad to know that you will never ever be like you are today. You’re my Baba and you still depend on us so much and I can’t wait to see where the world and your enthusiasm takes you, but at the same time I mourn your {babyness}. I grieve each day for what I am..we are…losing. (*sniff*)
I’ve read a book* earlier this year and it contained this quote:
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I feel time passing like sand slipping through my fingers. Perhaps it is good that we remember only fragments of their childhood as we grow older. Otherwise the loss would be too great to bear.
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This is so true, I can barely take it.
It’s funny, actually, every stage you’re at is my favourite: just born (so fresh and overwhelming), smiling and cooing (wonderful and each smile and squeak a song for my heart), getting more independent and moving about (exciting!) and everything that’s in-between. I am sure this will continue.
What struck me the other day, as I looked into your big, blue, trusting eyes as you nursed: you won’t remember any of this. (*more.sniffing*) You dish out the smiles wherever you go, you sing loudly, crawl with purpose, attack the stairs in the playground with confidence I didn’t know you had and nurse like a champ (and much, much more) but none of it will be part of your memories. I am hoping that this blog, this little place in the web-i-sphere, will help you understand who you are and how you became to be the person you will be when you read this. (*grabbing.tissues*)
Would you like a kiss.kiss?
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| The long and winding road ahead |
*The Secret Life of a Slummy Mummy by Fiona Neill
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Disclaimer: I use the word grieving here. I have no way of knowing (and hopefully never will know) true grieving when you lose a child. This is the only word that describes how I feel about the process of babies growing into children, into teenagers and into adults. Thank you.
lime + leben 