Pom Pom: A version of the Autobiography.

My childhood was quiet exciting, action-packed and interesting. We lived in the manor life on the land, even though the Home Accounts by no means the magnitude of the spoiled. A large and active family did it and had a wonderful thing. We had two adjoining houses, red and white. The red house was the "extra" aunts, my father, an old maid aunts home. They had been together stage three. My grandparents lived upstairs. Father's cousins ​​and his family spent their summer holidays. Christmas holidays and the Easter holiday with us.

Grandfather had planted apple trees, nearly three hundred houses in the south side of the slope. The garden was indescribably beautiful apple trees in bloom at the time. Trees went gradually down, as in Japanese gardens. Around the village people came to look at it, some secret, do not tell us. Once we got a pleasant surprise when the controller's cultural committee, or whatever it was that chose the top three most beautiful yards, was selected by our garden. We had received the third prize. In fact, we actually we were a bit blind to the beauty of our garden, it was always the case. Christmases were like a picture postcard. Every Christmas Virkku horse pulled us up very early Christmas service. Felt like tinkle and the snowfall was like from a Christmas card. The sled was warm sheepskin and skin rugs everywhere, even below freezing could be a lot.

In some cases, in retrospect was virtually incomprehensible waste of money. Love or weakness were the subject of magazines! For us, all came from middle-class magazines. Somehow I was terribly important that all of your Journal. Our economy became Kotiliesi THREE, THREE Aamulehti, THREE Suomen Kuvalehti, etc. And the children had to definitely be in your future as Journal, Journal of the title. Lasten Kuvalehti and Nasta appeared at that time. The Post said, wondering whether the driver several times, but no one did not occur to the head, that one leaf would suffice! Books were respected, but they were bought in moderation, as gifts at Christmas and birthdays. It was nice of you to the post overseer came all the time, every day. "We were there!" Books were respected, but they were bought in moderation, as gifts at Christmas and birthdays. Detectives were hidden in the attic almost to the ceiling, that children should not hold them. They were a secret vice, this thing was they were not real literature

My grandmother had four sons, I was the first grandchild and I got the girl of her unqualified her love. Virgin aunties wasted love for us children. Mother's side was also a two aunts, who the girl was important, the second was just the boys and the other was an old maid.

Relatives were exciting. Father's cousin was married to a Japanese pilot with. He flew from Pori to greet us frequently. Twenty metric birches rowed a couple of meters of the crown when he shaved a little too low, as was the tearaway. We ran all race out into the yard to wave when we heard aircraft buzz and we saw how Ali greeted us happily. It was exciting when my little cousin was half Japanese!

Mother's side of my aunt lived with his family in Toronto, the Canadian citizen was correct under the Queen of England. Large packages came from there for Christmas.

I was an ardent collector of stories. One branch of the family had played themselves out in Monaco in Espoo, Finland Petas of the estate. The father´s cousin was advertising manager by Fazer. 5 of a noble family was related link. My father was a second cousin to the Count. Someone's family lived in a noble residence beauty "indefinite" in relation to, it was a hush - hush and silenced completely. And now it is impossible to get from the more detailed information, then the information will be lost forever when someone does not like the situation either and makes sure that at least the children will hear. My father's aunt had married a lord of the manor called Bergh. The whole of my childhood, I learned how important the letter h after the name. Bergh, not Berg. It was the most important thing to my grantauntie ! She had been a teacher, who had been passed at various events fire as a speaker. Home, religion and country were the subjects. The old maid's family and home was when she gathered her relatives around her. The father of one cousin was married to Finnish National Opera with a conductor.

Another cousin was married to Ad-TV, Heikki Packale´n. He also spent summer holidays with us. I remember the age of 10, playing with him hard badminton. He was a great narrator. He had been involved in making the Finnish canded camera. He was a native of Rauma, of course, knew how to dialect, and was great imitator and a clown. We children had a lot of fun! Through him, we had also a TV early, when there were only a few dozen in the country. I am all my childhood lived among the American Family series, which at that time was rare. No one schoolmates had seen them. The neighbors came to us often to watch TV.

Paternal uncle was the Sokos department store in Northern Finland manager. His son always came with large cloudberrybuckets holiday. The younger family moved to Sweden was widely, but frequently visited us. Coffee Packages and Marabou chocolate was their gift. So we find Sweden had our kids even then in existence. Kitchenswedish we spoke and our foreign words were swedish , even though the way we were completely in finnish. Some of the father's cousins ​​was the home language in Swedish and English. One of the noble branch of the family had been committed to the German admirer. When Hitler's actions were discovered, the German language as their home language was abandoned and began to speak only English and Swedish at home for the kids. German Language only forgotten. Maybe they up to play ignorant if anyone spoke German.

Villagers came with matters in us every Friday. When knew that it was the bakingday. All were under his arm regardless of the - no complaints have ever been - freshly baked, warm flat bread as a gift to his home. It's no wonder that we were regarded more wealthy than we were. That was until the good old days, my mother the year.

My childhood is the fact that the parents were always at home. It is difficult and impossible to imagine a childhood in which so it has not been. I am grateful to my childhood and I very happy.

There it was, in my childhood, the WHOLE WORLD a small village !