1942 Kerstin and me, my cycle and Kerstin's dog, Tolli's puppy

I was wondering how the Swedes knew many of the same songs as we do. I did not learn until later that music knows no bounds. When, for instance, I sang by myself a familiar song, pa would immediately start whistling the same melody. He was good at it. I would often accompany him on his sick calls. Cars did not have any radios in those times, so I would provide for to the music. Please sing Finnish songs, pa asked me. I sang and pa would soon be whistling along. Pa could say to me that please, Airi, do not take offence if we correct your pronunciation. It can be helpful to you one day.

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