around late 1961 this photo was taken of my brother Åke, me and
some of the girls from the neighborhood in Cottesloe, with all of us,
as you can see, dressed up for a masquerade party or gathering.
No place on earth could have given
us boys from Sweden a greater pleasure than those sunny Western
Australian beaches where we could play around all day, try and tackle
the surf or go beach combing for shells and capsules. In those
early days of innocence and laughter we became almost as
amphibious as a pair of frogs, prob- ably spending more time in the
water than up on land.
Or even doing things which little
are more into, like going out with a pram or two!
And this is me posing with my dearest
pos- session, that well beaten Australian football of mine. By this
time we had
moved away from
the city to the small, rural town of Katanning. Life was nice and kind
of slow there though a
little bit rough, while my father had finally gotten himself a steady
job teaching woodwork to the kids at high school. But inevitably
hearts still yearned for the ocean and so eventually the family
summer residency in Kwinana on the west coast.
The family out with the first car we
heading down Albany way while passing along side of Stirling
range, which I was deeply fascinated by.
dad and a friend of the family are burning off dry grass just prior to
the summer season. It's something every house owner had to
attend to in order to prevent unexpected fires from blazing up around
If you couldn't make out who the
boys were on the previous shot, here's a better presentation!
fairly soon we had gotten acquainted with most of the kids in the area,
playing "cowboys and indians", "simon says", "hide and seek"
and doing most of the things boys do, like wrestling for instance.
This is my first chance meeting with
koala, even though this photo was taken at a zoo
somewhere near Perth.
Here's my dear mother perched on a
fallen gum tree somewhere in the vicinity of Katanning or there abouts.
Once again here is my mother, this
time holding my youngest brother Niklas only a few days after he was
born, thus being (or once having been) the only true fair din cum
Aussie of all our family members! In the
background is our
Chrysler Valiant which regularly carried us vast distances from our
habitat in the wheat district all the way up to our summer residency in
Kwinana and then back again.
it could get out of hands as one had to pay close attention to how and
the wind was blowing. No easy match for a beginner, but an obligation
one just couldn't escape from if you didn't want to get interrogated by
the local authorities!