Many have continually asked me to tell something about myself, and I decided to do so now in a series of small messages.
No room
In the beginning of the 50’s of last century a young man and his newly wed wife were trying to find a place to live.
But whatever they tried, they could find no place to live.
There simply was no room available. After the second world war there was an enormous shortage on housing as most were destroyed or damaged.
Her parents house was not damaged, and as long as they had no room, they lived together with her parents.
When the girl got pregnant it became even more urgent to get something, even if it was only to get some more privacy.
Her father was working on the land. Sowing in the spring, and later in the year harvesting and did further everything that was necessary to get a good harvest every year. So he was out of the house most of the day. Just like her husband, who worked as a carpenter.
So she was during the day together with her mother and her grandmother who also lived there.
The barn
At a certain moment they decided that her husband, my father, would build a room in the back of the barn, which was connected to the house and had been used as stable for a few animals, but later only for machinery, tools, and all kinds of materials for working the land.
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