Today I saw a little house at a side street to Köpmansgatan that goes through “my” home village Båstad.
The house has always been there, I know that, but I haven’t really seen it until today! There is nothing unusual or spectacular with this old little house only that on the gable side that face against the main street it’s written the name on the house, and that is: “BROCKTON 83”.
I don’t know why I haven’t seen it before! Suddenly it felt like I had been somewhere else all these 40 years that I’ve been living here. Am I dreaming or what?
Why I reacted on the house and its name is because my very dear friend Judy and her family lived in Brockton, MA, USA when she was a child and that did also her grandparents. Judy’s grandparents emigrated from Sweden, Båstad (Haga and Västra Karup) in the beginning of the last century, about 1910. It’s nearly hundred years ago. The mind boggles when you think about it.
Judy’s mother, Ruth and my husband’s father, Sune are cousins and their mother’s where then of cores sisters. So even though I’m not related to Judy I feel like I am anyhow.
Wow, all this because of a little house at a side street in Båstad!
I just had to stop and take a couple of pictures. I hope that the owners didn’t saw me when I did that. Perhaps then they would have wondered what kind of strange person that was sneaking around their house =)