Ingeborg
Her father was a gardener
her brother Bror as well.
Bror got a prize from
the KING for a rose (named H55)
he cultivated.
Ingeborg painted beautiful paintings.
She painted flowers.
When I grew up
I felt a connection with her.
I admired her.
I never met her,
my grandmothers sister.
I am carrying her neclace
around my neck.
5.9.08
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I have followed your blogg for some time without writing any comments, but now I must say: It´s beautiful! You have a great talent for seeing the beauty in life. Thank you for sharing your photos and art with us.
This is a poem to be put to music, dear.
This little story of your great aunt and her brother is a jewel of a story, Olga. Isn't it amazing how their love for beauty and art has passed down to you?
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