Mama (88) watching herself on Internet

THE DAY AFTER - MARIE LOUISE 88

PHOTOHUNTER IS HERE

Today we went to the Summerhouse again. Clean up. Defreeze the freezer. Pick up some more things. Move chairs and tables inside. Arrange the flowers for their "wintersleep". Remove the Mailbox from the road. Bring up the Canoe. Harvest some grapes. All Business as usual.

Saturday's main objective: Show my Mother she is on Internet - the day after her 88 B D. (We brought some flowers, grapes from the garden - which is a must every year - and a box of French chocholade).

Challenge: Dinner at my brothers home. He has no Internet connection there. (How to be a Stoneager - he's a Lawyer). But, you know me: There is allways a solution. I simply brought my wireless box - the one I use in the Summerhouse - plugged in the cord and voila: On Net. So, here my mother is seeing herself for the first time in the cyberworld. 88 plus one day.

She liked what she observed. But, she did not bring her glasses. In spite of that, lot's of memories came back. Did she recall where and when? Guess. Oh yeah. Like it was yesterday. That's great.
- Did you make this? My mother asked
- Yes, I said

Then she begun to laugh. May be it was this she thought about:

Yea, It's my Mother and and me. In 1945. She had to hold me up. I did not walk until about --- hehehe - I was at least 15 months. And hair - even later - hahaha - and now I'm on Internet. In fact it's since 1989 (mail, BBS etc). Arranged the first education courses for Medical Doctors and Lawyers, Travel business and Media industry in 1995.

We left the Summerhouse today heading for my Mother. Has she been there lately? Last summer - on her way out of my Brothers Car.

On Saturday, it was Birthday dinner in my Brothers place. Here is our Mother and my Brother last Summer at Holmsbu. Before having Lunch. My brother is asking for service.

More to come.... (after our Womans day, November 3)

Take care of your self

PS. When writing this post and listening to the Radio (Norwegian Public Station): What do you think happened?
Papa fell in love. In the age of 62. In Bette Davis Eyes.