hung in the bedroom of my parents as long as I can remember the "praying hands" on the wall. I do not know where my mother had over here ... at least she would never part with them and after each papering it therefore had to be re-hung in its place.
When my mother died then a year after my father in 1999, and we removed the apartment belonged to her "Praying Hands" to the things I really wanted to pick. For many years they lay somewhere in the closet ...
... until I saw many blogs that the "Weißelsucht" had broken out. ;-)) So I began to emphasize a little bit and started with the "praying hands" and a coat rack that hung in the children's views of my son on. Now, both hanging in our hallway and along with some decorations I look every day now on "their" now erweißten "Praying Hands" ... and they have a very special meaning for me.
Now and again the lantern is lit at night.
In the can I have stuffed quite simply a Calluna. Which is certainly not hold forever, for it is not a houseplant, but a try was worth it to me. That's the whole little corner. On the wall is missing something, but I have already prepared what. Again I have deleted something ... do not know but red. I see it another time
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Tomorrow I'm going with my three men after a whole bunch of years once again for football. The harmony is playing away on the Betzenberg, and we set off early to the Kaiserslautern. Well, I'm very excited ...
Have all a good Sunday.
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