55 Years Ago

Apart from a walk with B, I spent the day sorting old photos and designing a few pages of the memory book. 
I came across some very sad moments in our lives, like the pictures of my father on his deathbed in 1999. But most pictures evoke good and happy memories for me; of travels and birthdays, or of our first cat (I named her Muschi, which is the German version of „Pussy“, but I was five years old and had no idea of the double entendre).

Here’s Muschi with my mother, five-years-old me after a successful mushroom hunt, and, several months later, my proud father with me on my first day at school.