I want to describe the view from my childhood home.
These pictures were taken from my bedroom on the second floor when I was 20. I didn’t live at home then, but I often came to visit. The first picture is a bit special. It was taken with a shutter speed of 12 minutes in the middle of the night on 22 January 1967.
The second image is the same view one and a half months later. The area up close is Smensgårdslyckan and it is just before the ground frost thaw. Beyond the fields, you can see the white manor house of the farm that Smensgårdslyckan belonged to. The farm is called ”Korset”, and the farmer was called ”Kórsen”.
The Ground frost thaw was an occasion we used to look forward to. It was fabulous to see it steaming from the ground when the frost let go and the sun was playing with the shapes formed by the fog over the field. As I talked to my younger brother about this, he remembered how one day we called the Falkenberg photographer Gillis Häägg and told him that he must come over for ”now the ground frost is going”.
Smensgårdslyckan and the other fields in front of my parents’ home opened to the light. The sun over Stafsinge hill and the open fields colors my memories.
Sometimes I make a detour to my old home. At times I’ve knocked at a neighbor’s, and over a cup of coffee we’ve joined the now with what used to be. When I get home, I’ll go find my analogous photo albums and I reminisce.
I reminisce. Remember days, and people, and feelings come back. Humility, sadness and joy, and above all, the light that comes with all the memories.
The other day I visited my childhood home again.
It’s hard to find a better word than shock for what I experienced. Certainly, there was light, albeit January, but from the house, the garden, and the little road ahead, the light was gone.
Certainly! One must build on fertile farmland. But you can also let the light in.
It is of course humbling when everything changes. It’s easy to think ”trampled and ruined, ruined and disgraced”. Or you can think ”It will never be like before, can just get better ”
And I talk for a while with two women living in the house today. ”Is it true that you have lived here as a child?” And I tell them. And then the light comes back.