Sunday, February 23, 2020

Living without electricity in Sweden

The electrification of Sweden took time. The farther from any major population centre you lived, the later you got electricity.
We lived in the dark forests of Småland, one of the last places to see electricity. It came 1948.
I never saw any challenges living without electric power, because I didn’t know any different, growing up as a kid on a small Swedish farm in the 40s.
  • We carried our water in after having lifted the bucket up out of the well.
  • Light was by kerosene lights indoors, carbide lamps outdoors.
  • The privy was next to the chicken coop, 50 m from the main building and - 25 C in the winter. No light. You could bring a flashlight if you promised ONLY to use it to find the newspaper that was there for wiping your a..s.
  • The radio was powered by two large batteries (1.5 V and 90 V) and only allowed on for 15 minutes for the mid-day news and 15 min for the 7 pm news.
  • Philips 1935 model. (My photo.)
  • We had no refrigerator but the food was kept in the cellar in the summer and in a cool room in the winter.
  • We separated the milk and cream with an Alfa Laval separator. You must keep the speed high enough that the centre-mounted bell didn’t ding.
  • All firewood came from the forest. The wood was cut and left to dry for at least one year before brought in for the stove and the big heater in the living room. The degree of coldness in any room depended on the distance from the fires.
  • We baked in a stone oven. It was heated early in the morning for bread and ended up making the cookies when it had cooled down a little by mid-day.
  • We made cream for butter and cheese by churning the cream maker for hours. Hard work.
  • The mail came once a week by the postman, He used a motorcycle. Our farm was at the end of his run. He would stop for a late lunch, reinforced by Absolut renat brännvin, the cheapest liquor you could buy (Sold all around the world as Absolut Vodka these days…!)

    He would return on his light motorcycle well reinforced. I saw him miss the first turn down the road more than once. We would go down, help lift the motorcycle up and aim him in the right direction. (TRUE)
Father’s photo 1947
  • Sea fish, herring and cod, that we could not catch in the lake, would come with the fish-car once a week.
  • It was 4 km to school, uphill and against the wind both ways. (Only “4 km” true)

    I went to a two room school. It had no lights, and no privy, it was outside and always at the ambient temperature.

    Only the school rooms were heated and my lunch milk froze on the hangers in the corridor more than once.
  • We milked the three cows by hand and drank the milk unpasteurized. (Oh terror.)
  • The thresher was powered by a 1922 kerosene powered motor on a skid.
  • Our own sawmill for what planks and wood needed on ours and the neighbouring farm was powered by an ancient steam engine. It had a safety valve that would blow a lot.
  • The plowing was by one horse, but two were put together for clearing the road in the winter.
Father’s photo winter 1947–48.
  • BEST TIME OF MY LIFE.
Read for yourself here:

My Internet dating rules

Abbreviated and effortless Internet dating rules for really smart people:
  1. Find a contact or be contacted, look at the profile, send an "I like your profile" message and wait for a reply.
  2. Look at the reply, revisit the profile and decide if - "worth more"
  3. Send email: "I don't have time for emails, here is my phone number, call me or let me have yours and we can talk."
  4. Five min about anything on the phone and you can suggest, "You sound interesting, could we meet for a coffee at (your favourite coffee vendor), located somewhere convenient for both of us.
  5. Meet for a coffee. Arrive early so you can observe her manners as she walks in.
  6. OK, this is a bit of a stressful situation, but neither has invested much yet.
  7. Chat and see if you want to meet again.
Good luck.

My procedure, when 63 years old.
  • I posted my picture and a true profile, including what I was looking for. If you want a younger woman, say so. I only looked for women close to my age (+- 3 years) who lived close, within a 50 km radius. (There were thousands and thousands of women nearby.)
  • I contacted a few (only the ones with a picture) by brief machine-generated "I like your profile"-message, expected to be contacted by others and sat back.
  • I got 100 messages, "I like your profile."
  • I read all their profiles and replied to 40; "I don't do emails, call me."
  • I had 25 phone discussions
IMPORTANT

Make a logbook with many pages and write down, as you speak: "I said", "She said" because that is the ONLY WAY that you can remember your past discussions when you talk again.

At every phone call, check for discrepancies. She talks about work, sports, hobbies, desires, & more. If anything is different a second time, she is a LIAR and a CHEAT. Hang up and tear out her page, never to be contacted again.
  • My 25 telephone contacts, some of whom I spoke to several times, led to 17 coffee dates. (I read my notes from our tel-discussions before we met)
  • Some weren't what they said, the photo was different, she weighed 175 lbs, not 130, she walked with a limp, she had a sick child, she lived off welfare (true) but dressed to the hilt, too much make-up for a coffee date, she smelled of tobacco (an absolute no-no for me) or just gave off the wrong vibes when we met.
  • A few deceived me a little still, as I found out later. One invited me to her house before we went to a dance - It wasn't HER HOUSE. I was too polite to back out, we went dancing, I took her home and tore the sheet about her out of my book.
  • One was great, lots of fun. We went to a dance and enjoyed ourselves. On the way home, she said almost in passing: "I am so glad I took two tonight". Two - what? "Pills" --- GOODBYE, I don't want to ever deal with people who take "happy pills".
  • One had a nice job and lived in a nice house, where she had the upper floor and she supported her old immigrant parents, who spoke no English, she could only "go out" when she wasn't looking after her parents, i.e. they were sleeping or watching TV. Impossible.
Summary: Use your time and money effectively, don't waste anything on anyone who doesn't start out perfect. No troublesome kids, no exes to deal with, no bankruptcy, nothing that sounds "strange".

Use your brain, you are on a mission to find a nice woman, just not performing a mental exercise... ! 

It took me two months, from the beginning to end before I had "connected" with Rose and discarded all of my notes.

Good luck, my friend - you need to get out of a rut now...

Good site:  www.match.com - largest paid site in the world, owned by Microsoft. $ 22.00/mo The more you tell about yourself, the better the matches sent to you.   

Largest FREE site in the world:  http://www.pof.com/ with many, many millions of contacts. Too many fakes for my liking.

Don't hesitate, you'll be amazed at what you will find, but - REMEMBER - NO lengthy emails or online chats. Go straight to the telephone.

Wednesday, February 5, 2020

Health care workers income in Canada 2020.


The table below details the hourly wages for Ambulance Attendants and Paramedics.
The Canadian national occupation classification code (NOC) for this role is 3234.
Job titles and exact duties vary in this occupation and examples of some job titles are: ambulance attendant, emergency medical attendant (EMA), emergency medical responder and paramedic.
A typical full-time annual salary for this occupation is in the region of $45,000 – $65,000.
According to the latest figures, the highest hourly average (median) wages are earned in Toronto – Ontario at $37.08 per hour and the lowest average (median) wages are earned in Prince Edward Island at $23.50 per hour.
Average Audiologists’ and Speech-Language Pathologists’ Salary in Canada
The table below details the hourly wages for Audiologists and Speech-Language Pathologists.
The Canadian national occupation classification code (NOC) for this role is 3141.
Job titles and exact duties vary in this occupation and examples of some job titles are: audiologist, speech therapist and speech-language pathologist.
A typical full-time annual salary for this occupation is in the region of $70,000 – $90,000.
The table below details the hourly wages for Canadian Cardiology Technologists.
The Canadian national occupation classification code (NOC) for this role is 3217.
Job titles and exact duties vary in this occupation and examples of some job titles are: cardiology technologist and electrocardiographic (ECG) technologist.
A typical full-time annual salary for this occupation is in the region of $50,000 – $70,000.
The table below details the hourly wages for Dental Assistants.
The Canadian national occupation classification code (NOC) for this role is 3411.
Job titles and exact duties vary in this occupation and examples of some job titles are: certified dental assistant and registered dental assistant.
A typical full-time annual salary for this occupation is in the region of $38,000 – $48,000.
The table below details the hourly wages for Dental Hygienists and Dental Therapists.
The Canadian national occupation classification code (NOC) for this role is 3222.
Job titles and exact duties vary in this occupation and examples of some job titles are: dental hygienist, dental nurse and dental therapist.
A typical full-time annual salary for this occupation is in the region of $60,000 – $80,000.
The table below details the hourly wages for Dentists.
The Canadian national occupation classification code (NOC) for this role is 3113.
Job titles and exact duties vary in this occupation and examples of some job titles are: dentist, endodontist, orthodontist and periodontist.
A typical full-time annual salary for this occupation is in the region of $120,000 – $240,000.
The table below details the hourly wages for Dietitians and Nutritionists.
The Canadian national occupation classification code (NOC) for this role is 3132.
Job titles and exact duties vary in this occupation and examples of some job titles are: clinical dietitian, nutrition and dietetics researcher and registered nutritionist.
A typical full-time annual salary for this profession is in the region of $60,000 – $80,000.
The table below details the hourly wages for Head Nurses and Supervisors.
The Canadian national occupation classification code (NOC) for this role is 3011.
Job titles and exact duties vary in this occupation and examples of some job titles are: head nurse, patient care co-ordinator and nursing supervisor.
A typical full-time annual salary for this occupation is in the region of $70,000 – $85,000.
The table above details the hourly wages for Licensed Practical Nurses.
The Canadian national occupation classification code (NOC) for this role is 3233.
Job titles and exact duties vary in this occupation and examples of some job titles are: registered practical nurse (R.P.N.), certified nursing assistant (CNA) and operating room technician.
A typical full-time annual salary is in the region of $40,000 – $60,000.
The table below details the hourly wages for Medical Laboratory Technicians.
The Canadian national occupation classification code (NOC) for this role is 3212.
Job titles and exact duties vary in this occupation and examples of some job titles are: medical laboratory technician, phlebotomist and medical laboratory assistant.
A typical full-time annual salary for this occupation is in the region of $50,000 – $70,000.
The table below details the hourly wages for Medical Laboratory Technologists and Pathologists Assistants.
The Canadian national occupation classification code (NOC) for this role is 3211.
Job titles and exact duties vary in this occupation and examples of some job titles are: medical technologist, pathologist’s assistant, immunohematology technologist and cytotechnologist.
A typical full-time annual salary is in the region of $55,000 – $75,000.

Pathologists’ Assistants Salary in Canada

The table below details the hourly wages for Medical Laboratory Technologists and Pathologists Assistants.
The Canadian national occupation classification code (NOC) for this role is 3211.
Job titles and exact duties vary in this occupation and examples of some job titles are: medical technologist, pathologist’s assistant, immunohematology technologist and cytotechnologist.
A typical full-time annual salary is in the region of $55,000 – $75,000.
The table below details the hourly wages for Medical Sonographers.
The Canadian national occupation classification code (NOC) for this role is 3216.
Job titles and exact duties vary in this occupation and examples of some job titles are: medical sonographer, ultrasound technologist and diagnostic medical sonography instructor.
Employment prospects for medical sonographers are very good in Canada. The government forecasts that an aging population combined with the arrival of new medical technologies and techniques will require more medical sonographers for the near future.
A typical full-time annual salary is in the region of $65,000 – $80,000.

Average Nurse Aides, Orderlies and Patient Service Associates Salary in Canada

The table below details the hourly wages for Nurse Aides, Orderlies and Patient Service Associates.
The Canadian national occupation classification code (NOC) for this role is 3413.
Job titles and exact duties vary in this occupation and examples of some job titles are: nurse aide, hospital attendant, orderly and patient service associate.
A typical full-time annual salary for this occupation is in the region of $30,000 – $45,000.

Average Nurse Practitioner Salary in Canada

The table below details the hourly wages for Nurse Practitioners.
The Canadian national occupation classification code (NOC) for this role is 3124.
Job titles and exact duties vary in this occupation and examples of some job titles are: nurse practitioner (NP), nurse – midwife and registered nurses in the extended class (NP-primary health care, NP-pediatrics, NP-adult and NP-anesthesia).
Nurse practitioners are independent care providers with a broader scope of practice relative to registered nurses.
According to the latest figures, the highest hourly average (median) wages are earned in Alberta at $54.13 per hour and the lowest average (median) wages are earned in Prince Edward Island at $35.00 per hour.
A typical full-time annual salary is in the region of $70,000 – $90,000.

Average Registered Nurse Salary in Canada

The table below details the hourly wages for Registered Nurses.
The Canadian national occupation classification code (NOC) for this role is 3012.
Job titles and exact duties vary in this occupation and examples of some job titles are: registered nurse (R.N.), registered psychiatric nurse (R.P.N.), community health nurse and occupational health nurse.
According to the latest figures, the highest hourly average (median) wages are earned in Saskatoon / Biggar, Saskatchewan at $45.00 per hour and the lowest average (median) wages are earned in Montreal, Quebec at $31.00 per hour.
A typical full-time annual salary for this occupation is in the region of $65,000 – $85,000.

Average Childcare Worker Hourly Pay in Toronto, Ontario

C$15.96 or $ 32 000 per year

The median Developmental Service Worker salary in Canada is $39,020 per year

Monday, February 3, 2020

Old love never fades.


A slightly different love story about two young people.

We first met when I came to my father's summer cottage in 1944.

I was four, Sonja seven.

The cottage was part of Kampamåla village, two farms with a separate cottage each.


Our cottage, summer of 1944

One was abandoned. The other cottage, ours, was in good condition, painted red with white corners.

There was one child near my age nearby, Solveig. She and I were the same age. More about her later.

The war was in full swing and much was rationed, gasoline included, of course.

On our first visit we arrived by taxi all the 35 km from Karlshamn run by wood gas, a war measure.

Wood gas powered taxis in Karlshamn

It must have cost a lot because later we came by bicycle several times. Sometimes we took the bus to Gäddeviksås, several kilometers from Kämpamåla. The last part of the trip was with a wood gas powered taxi.

Marie-Louise, my little sister, sat at the front of my mother's bicycle. I sat on the back of my dad's. He worked hard and the back of his shirt got wet with sweat.

That summer was warm and sunny. Or maybe we were only at the cottage when the weather was great?

The two farmers' families hated each other. They didn't talk to each other at all.

There were two roads to our cottage One was relatively wide and easy to walk. However, the parking lot was not the best under the trees.

The other route was just a path through the forest but much shorter. The parking lot was in a gravel pit. Then we walked a crooked path, over many tree roots and a ditch with water.


Marie-Louise and I summer of 1944

Marie-Louise, so much younger than me, wasn't much of a playmate for a big boy, already four.

Then the neighbour’s daughter, Sonja, came wandering, all by herself, through the dark spruce forest.

Now I had a playmate, a big one that I could play with.

This cottage stayed in my life for many years. Sonja and I practically grew up together, at least during the summers.

We lived in an idyllic setting, far from roads and neighbors.

Father and mother often walked around very lightly dressed or completely naked. We, the siblings also did that if the weather was warm enough.
The painters
The painting
Father and I painting. The picture is still in my home.

Father and mother must have loved their time at the cottage. We were all there together for three summers. Then they divorced. After that, it was just my father and me.

We had no electricity, water or sewage.

The evenings were lit by kerosene lamps in the large room and the kitchen. We seldom had to use a flashlight to go to the outhouse. Summer evenings are long and bright.

The cottage had two access roads, a long and a short one.

Sometimes we may have arrived via the long road. This one was not visible from Sonja's home, where she lived with her father Axel, mother Rut and farmhand Emil.

Still, it rarely took more than a few minutes after our arrival until her happy face appeared.

I think father and mother almost saw her as a child in the house.

Sonja became my guide in the neighborhood.

Both farms were in full operation. It was wartime and all local food production was needed.

Johan-Gustav, me, Aron Jonson and the hired hand Gustav

Sonja and I were welcome everywhere.

Sonja and I sharing my bike.

We participated in all agricultural activities.

This may have been Sonja's life, but I was a city child and assumed to think that milk came from the milk shop.

Where milk came from, I soon learned. It may have taken a few years, but Sonja taught me how to milk, both cow and sheep. The sheep seldom stood still and you had to be very careful. They could kick or run away.

The cows were much calmer.

Axel, Sonja's father, had three cows. They were out all summer. One had a cow bell. Towards dusk, we sometimes went out looking for the cows, led by the faint sound of the cow's bell.

Then we followed them home to the barn where they were milked and had to stay inside until it was time for morning milking. It was early, so early that I probably still was asleep then.

Summer offers a lot of excitement in the country.
Sonja’s parents, Rut and Axel Gustavsson

The hay harvest must be done in dry weather. Then hay stood for a few days to dry. After it had dried, it was taken home to the barn to become feed for the animals for winter.

We often played in the haybarn. What was in the hay more than dry grass?

A lot of ants, many spiders and other insects that sting. We had no problem with what lived in the hay, insects have to live somewhere too.

When we left the barn, it was time to find and shake all the living things out of our clothes.

We shook out the ants to let them return to the surface of the earth again. Sometimes there were some left in the clothes. I remember one morning when I woke up with ants in my bed. Could they have come out of my clothes that hung on the edge of the bed?

We entertained ourselves. We made our own games.

Sonja had a flat stone, the size of a kitchen table, in front of her house. It was there when I visited about 60 years later. A heavy rock, I think.

That stone became a center for many years of play of various kinds. It was shop, school, boat at sea, fishing boat in the lake or whatever else our imagination could come up with.

Sonja had something amazing, a rowing boat. Ok, it was her father's.

We were strictly forbidden to get near the boat. It was moored near my father's apple orchard, so it was easy to get there.

Neither Sonja nor I could swim then, but to row a boat we could. It was rare, but we sometimes borrowed the boat for short excursions.

All that changed the summer that father had bought a scrapped fishing boat from a fisherman in Karlshamn. It was delivered by a tractor. This must have been a long journey, given how slowly a tractor goes.

The boat was large, black and sank within minutes of launching. It became father's eternal project to seal the boat. It never got tight and we always had to scoop water out of it, even when using it on the lake.


The first job, if we came a Friday evening, was to empty the boat that had almost sunk after the five days of inattention. We started with buckets.
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A boat. What freedom?

No, not quite, none of us could swim then but we still went. My little sister was with us sometimes. She was at least good at scooping water while we rowed.

We used to row across the lake to a promontory that was completely overgrown with wild strawberries and blueberries.

I think we were the only ones who picked berries there.
Berry picking

After my parent’s divorce, my sister came rarely. My father had enough on his hands with one boy, I think.

In the crayfish season, father and I laid out crayfish traps late in the afternoon. They were baited with bread, scented with schnapps. The boat was so fully loaded with traps that we barely had room to sit.

The traps of that time had an open top. At the dawn, the crayfish could see the opening and jump out, backwards.

Therefore, the crayfish traps had to be taken up shortly after sunrise.

This was about 4:45 a.m. in mid August. Father and I were up early.

We often harvested lots of crayfish, so much so that we could drive to Växjö and sell them for good money.
Me and one crayfish.

It all ended with the crayfish plague about 1955, but by then my father was dead, and I was somewhere else.

Sonja was my almost sister, one who was bigger and stronger than me. She could lift what I couldn't and get to where I couldn't reach.

She used to say, as an encouragement:

"You only can, if you really want to."

Father had many projects in the works.

His biggest was grafting apple trees, hundreds of them.

We often played close to father and his apple trees.

There were a lot of snakes in our forest clearing. Most were garden snakes but we had the occasional viper as well. I don't remember who taught me the difference between a garden snake and a viper.

But, to father's great horror, seen from a distance, I was able to hold up a snake by its tail:

"Look, a viper."

The snake, a garden snake, circled around and could bite my hand. This bite wasn’t hard, just a pinch.

Vipers can't bite their own tail, only garden snakes are flexible enough to do that.

We examined how anthills worked. It was cruel to the ants when we stuck a twig into the middle and stirred. I've never done that after my first lesson on ants in biology class at school.

Am I forgiven now?

The bird song was almost overwhelming every spring. Father put up many bird nests. Unfortunately, he wasn't careful to check their condition the next year.

I remember this episode with horror.

A bird sat outside a nest and flapped his wings for a long, long time.

It was stuck.
This is the tree with the ill-fated birdsnest.

I couldn't reach up even on the ladder, but Sonja who was a little taller almost reached up. She saw that a leg had stuck into a crack in the wood.

She just had to lift the bird a few centimeters, and it would be free again.

Then the ladder started to slide away.

Sonja didn't release the bird as she started to fall. She came down, hard, with a bird, minus a leg. It was still in the bird's nest.

The bird died within seconds, but this horrific memory has stayed with me forever.

After the divorce, father found it difficult to take care of me at home. He had a responsible job and could not act as a mother as well, although we lived only two flights of stairs up from his office.

I was seven. That summer, I stayed more and more weeks with the Jonson family, the second farm in Kämpamåla.

It was absolutely perfect. Sonja and I spent the whole summer together.

When the summer ended, it was obvious for my father that he couldn’t bring me home. He made a deal for me to stay as a foster child with the Jonson’s.

Living with Jonson's was like a dream to me. They didn't have any children of their own then and I became something of an eyestone for all of them.
Britta and Aron Jonson 1947

I stayed for 1.5 years and did not move back to Karlshamn until September of the next fall.

Bäckaskog's school was closest. It had two teachers, each with one classroom. A two-room school.
Bäckaskog school 1948

Sonja was a big girl now and studied in the classroom with the big kids.

I started first class together with Solveig. We had only seen her from time to time before then, six-year-olds did not walk the forest roads much on their own.

Now we were in the same class, with the same road to school. Now our little group of playmates increased to three, Solveig included.

It was four kilometers for Sonja to school and me, a little shorter for Solveig.

I remember, of course, that it always snowed, the wind was in my face and it was uphill in both directions.

Britta, my stepmother at the time, said, however, that she always drove us when the weather was bad. (That was true.)

The first schoolwork I brought home was the grade one reader.

"Father rows a boat. Mother is sweet."

They were the first words I learned to read in first class.

The world soon opened up. We had a library at school and I could bring home extra books to read.

"All the people in Småland”, our province, read the newspaper Växjö Dagblad.

So did we.

I began reading the newspaper as soon as I could make out the headlines, beginning with the comics, of course.


Johan-Gustav and me, summer of 1948

The news came on the radio at 7:00 p.m., exactly.

We had a battery radio with two large batteries.

Johan-Gustav and Gustav, the farmhand, sat down in front of the radio set.

Johan-Gustav looked intensively at the clock and started the radio exactly at the moment when the first works we could hear were:

"Sveriges Radio. Today's news, followed by today's news analysis."

The news lasted 15 minutes, then the radio was turned off.

"It's too expensive to listen to the news analysis, we can read about that in the newspaper tomorrow."

We got electricity in the first winter I was there.

Next year Johan-Gustav could listen to the news analysis too. No batteries required then.

The battery radio and batteries ended up on the garbage pile behind the house.

The winter was another perfect time for us the children.


It was cold and with lots of snow.


We rode a sled.


Skied

And took part in the snow removal



Everyone in the world would get electricity for next spring.

All new subscribers had to pay for part of the installation costs.

Would they have three-phase 380 V for motors or just 127 V for lamps?

That discussion lasted weeks. Axel, Sonja's father, was very uncertain about the value of all that power. They had their kerosene engine for the threshing, what else could they need?

In the end, it was decided that his farm would only get single phase 127 V. He deeply regretted that a few years later when his 1922-vintage thresher engine died a noisy death with pieces flying all around.

Father ordered three-phase for his cottage. It powered electric heaters of unexpected capacity. If you forgot about them and were out too long, the cottage could become hot like a sauna.

The power lines through the forest were good at catching lightning. Everyone experienced lightning strikes and the horror when light bulbs exploded.

We had several summer-experiences of that kind in the next few years.

My year at Jonson's came to an end. Time to go to a big school in Karlshamn.

Sonja and I parted ways and met mostly during summers after that.

Our friendship deepened with time.

The games became more intense.

One was to play “Indians and whites”. I was the Indian in war paint and lightly dressed.

Me on the war path

With increasing age came puberty at about age 13 for me.

My penis would grow at completely unexpected times.

I started seeing Sonja with different eyes. She was a good looking girl, with all the curves in the right place. I used to try to catch a peek at her breasts, whenever possible. The best moments were when she bent forward.

Once when my penis had gotten really big, it stuck out, uncovered by any clothing. I noted what had happened but did nothing to hide my nakedness.

Sonja didn't say anything, but soon left for the day.

I have to admit I tried to show myself and what I had quite often. Sonja never reacted again, as far as I know. She just looked in silence.

This life came to a sudden end when my father died.

It was spring again and we visited the cottage every weekend.

This happened in early June, when all was green again.

Father was a little annoyed by all the brown-burnt grass from last summer. He thought it slowed the new grass from growing.

He put a match to the grass in the field. It didn't take many minutes until the whole field was on fire. Then the fire approached the edge of the forest.

Father tried to knock down the fire with everything he had.

I got scared and ran the fastest I could to the nearest farm, Sonja's parents'.

It only took seconds, the smoke was visible over the forest top, for them to understand the seriousness. All ran back with me.

They worked hard until sunset. Then the immediate danger of a forest fire was over. No tree had caught fire.

However, our old earthen cellar, built from huge logs about 100 years ago, was still burning. There was no way that the fire would spread from there, but it had to be extinguished as well.

Father and I, I was fourteen, took turns going out every half hour all night, picking up a bucket of water from the lake and extinguish what fire was still visible.

At dawn, everything was extinguished. We had had a next sleepless night before we returned to Karlshamn.

Father had had circulatory problems after a blood clot in his leg earlier and was temporarily on sick leave at the time.

Once back, one of the municipal officials came up to the apartment and told father:

"You cannot sit at the King's table, you will sit further away at dinner."

The king would come through Karlshamn a few days later and there would be a royal dinner for the city's important people. Father was included, he would sit near the King.

Father wanted to remain at the first seat assigned. We went out, visited a couple of influential local politicians, but the decision was made.

He never went to that royal dinner.

Father died, or began to die, at lunchtime.

He was going to set the table, pulled out the cutlery box and stood still, like frozen.

I led him to my bed.

The ambulance arrived. He was dead at seven o'clock that day. He had had a stroke. Had all the stress around the fire and the dinner seating arrangements been too much for him?

Then everything changed in my life.

I moved into my mother's little apartment. There I got a bed in the dining alcove in the kitchen.

My life there was hellish with my, not yet officially mentally disturbed, sister.

The high school had a few days of winter holidays every year.

The Jonson family invited me to stay with them the next February. It became a memorable and pleasant visit, for many reasons.

I was among friends. Sonja and I met every day. One night we were busy with a board game after everyone had gone to bed.

We started playing with each other. My hands explored her breasts and, eventually, slid down towards Sonja's crotch.

We fully agreed that this petting felt good. Keep going.

Then Sonja, 18, said:

"No, we can't go on, I have to save my virginity for my boyfriend. If you want to sleep with a girl, try Solveig, our schoolfriend. She sleeps with boys sometimes.”

I'm going to go to a party in Grönteboda tomorrow. You are welcome too."

That night I walked the few hundred meters home to my room through the clear, cold winter night with highly mixed emotions.

The next night Sonja and I got a ride to the party.

I knew many of the guests before. We played the latest and newest music, including Snodda's "Haderian, Hadera".


It was a cold night and when it was time to go home, not all the cars could be started.

Solveig and I decided to walk the three kilometres through the forest on our own.

She offered me to warm my hands over her breasts, under her coat.

By the time we got to her home, her parents had long since gone to bed. The bedroom door to the kitchen was closed.

We seated on the firewood box and I continued to warm up by pettin a little here and there.

We were soon warm again. Then we undressed. She wore a girdle with a lot of closure hooks. I opened them one by one.

"You're good at this, Bengt. You must have practiced a lot," Solveig said.

As a good Swedish teenager, I was 15, I always carried a condom in my wallet.

I put on the condom and Solveig showed the way.

I probably wasn't a good lover, teenagers tend to be too fast, but we did make love. I disposed of the condom in the kitchen stove. It made a sizzling noise in the fire.

It's worth mentioning, there was a big dog sitting beside us all this time. He liked to be patted on his head.

This is the only time in my life when I've had made love, patting a dog with one hand.

This was probably the coldest night that winter.

On my way home I looked at the stars, so far away. They looked different this night. I'm a man now, a man who's made love.

Solveig and I never met again. We tried, but between her studies and my further adventures, it never happened.

She got Leukemia and died way too young. I have put a flower on her grave every time my travels have taken me near the church in Urshult.
She passed away 20 years old. My flowers


Now almost all the actors of this story are there, except Sonja and I.

She's 83, I'm 80.

We talk to each other on the phone sometimes.

It takes many years to make an "old friend".