The onslaught of my aunt's, Ingrid, birthday today made me dig up some archives. { Thanks to her husband for making them digital } I have a weakness for old black and white photos, especially from my parents and their family when they were young. I always pester them to tell me more about the story behind the story.

Look at her, you just want to reach out and hug her. Yet in that vulnerability is a sense of strength. Its in those sturdy legs and those boots were definitely made for walking. Today she is walking, no, more like climbing, and that at age of, no, not gonna tell you.

This one is fun, not quite sure what happened here but knowing my father, who is in the pram, I think someone needed to take control of the situation. I just love the pram they had here, its sassy design, the curve of the handle and the "chubbiness"...

This remains the famous family photo. Omi and her two kids; my dad already clearly character distinguished, as in always up to mischief in what's next. [der schelmische Blick] And Tante Ingrid the sensible and sensitive one. To this day she also has created some beautiful art pieces and enjoying California. Although both of them moved to far away places, they simply cannot deny their roots in Europe. I can just hear her saying: "Are you kidding me". Tante Ingrid, enjoy your birthday and I hope all your children and grandchildren will spoil you...