In memory of my mother, written by Per Gustavsson for all friends to tell the web.
Published in Smålänningen Friday, 23 March 2012.
IngeBjörg is dead.
But her stories alive.
IngeBjörg Suenson was one of the first who got involved in the narrative movement in Ljungby which resulted in both Storytelling Festival and Faerie Museum and inspired storytelling in Sweden.
IngeBjörg was always ready to help out. Countless are the foreign guests IngeBjörg met at the airport in Växjö and on railway station in Alvesta.
Via IngeBjörg was the first meeting with the Småland narrative world. Inge Björg guided visitors to the Story Museum, told the young children, afficherade, offered mead at medieval feast, cleaned up in all corners. Big and small, nothing was finer than the other, everything was just as important.
And then she told of her life! When air alarm went off April 9 in Trondheim searched the family shelter in the basement. Once the danger was blown over and IngeBjörg came up in the dining room had lung-tripe congealed on the plates. Since then she ate Never lung-tripe. And she noted with gratitude that her mother never more cooked lung-tripe. The children were evacuated to a cabin in the woods. A cowshed became a classroom with four children in every pen, and the teacher walked up and down the manure gutter and taught.
When Inge-Björg told, we thought her hardly.
But unlike the rest of us who had come up with tall tales and make them credible needed Inge-Björg never splicing.
She had been through it all. Absolutely everything!
Driving a taxi in Copenhagen. Renamed when the merchant ship where she was passed the equator. Been invited to the movies by a sheik, who picked her up in his private plane. For the same love sheik had an entire vessel filled upp with roses. Driven a car so the police thought it was a stray vehicles.
As we laughed!
And amid all the alvar. The war she never forgot. An enthusiasm for the little ones in the community. The hatred of injustice and war.
Inge-Björg shared generously of their love of the Norwegian landscape. We who attended will never forget the narrative journey to the fabled Ringerike, to Hell (yes, my name instead) in Gudbradsdalen and self-made farm and mountains in Tolga that Inge-Björg led. That was when we got the Norwegian systems company to open its doors even though it was closed. And it was on that trip we learned to sculling on the tongue to tell of her childhood stories. On that Twisted Skradderad-Customised finally got his Sibbede Sibbedibbsibb.
As I write this sits a small blue tit in the top of magic hazel growing outside my window. The sun is shining and never have the little bird had clear colors. When it disappears it is succeeded by a single long-tailed tit that looks so bright and cheerful. A little while, we look each other in the eye, then it is also gone.
Now you’re gone as Inge-Björg. But you’ve been here and we miss you. We will continue to tell both your and our own stories. So we honor Inge-Björg best. And we will continue to laugh, although we are sad now.
All friends of the narrative network Kronoberg by Per Gustavsson.
Laid out on my private page on Facebook and here on my private blog on 27 March 2012.
Please Carl-Peter Suenson
In memory.
Inge Björg Suenson
Our dear little mother has come to our great regret, still asleep, quiet and peaceful March 19, 2012 at his home, Nilsagården in Ivla, as she wished surrounded by his family.
She was born in 1929 in Trondheim, Norway, and was the youngest child of eleven children. She grew up on Glove Maker hill and had a very happy childhood but it was finally in Ivla as a mother chose to live most of his life and where she liked. Mom microfiche nine children and twelve grandchildren as she always had time and love for, and it has also been baked many cakes and plucked much raspberries and mushrooms in the forests of Småland through the years.
Little Mommisen, as we sometimes called her, was also very fond of birds, which she constantly fed and rejoiced when she saw them outside the window at his big bird table, and she loved her greenhouses and her garden which she generously shared the harvest to everyone who came to visit.
Eventful life.
Our mother has lived a very eventful life she often talked about, she experienced the Second World War when Germany occupied Trondheim, has worked at sea, and sailed around the world, driving a taxi in Copenhagen and the stories were many, some of the most outrageous and most filled with humor. My mother was very generous and shared, always helpful, and nothing was impossible, and she was also very clever and incredibly stubborn, but always cheerful and patient.
My mom’s warm personality, sense of humor, narrative pleasure and the great commitment that she had fabulous museum in Ljungby, where she spent so many wonderful warm and goa moments and laughed so much, made the location of the memorial moment was obvious, of course, my among men and witches, witches and goblins, trolls and elves, that was where she belonged.
Memorial moment occurred Sunday 1 April in fairy Museum in Ljungby. The family, siblings and relatives from Norway, as well as close friends and work colleagues at the fabulous museum was present, it was very beautiful, moody and so many beautiful flowers around our mother. She had been so happy if she saw all these flowers, but probably said: ‘It is far too much, not well I have all this …
Sad and loving.
The loss is so great, so it was a little sad, but very loving and nice, and also a lot of laughter at the stories, presis like that as our mother was as a person, and during the day there were many who told us very nice of her, and we understand that she has touched and meant a lot to many people.
The grandchild Alva sang very nicely ”Keep on the sunny side” of Ada Blenkhorn and J. Howard Entwisle and Per Gustavsson from Sago Museum told very entertaining on various trips and experiences mother and he had together and he also read the poem ”When We Die” by Thomas Tidholm. Per told that one of the fabulous museum has instituted a narrative prize to Ingebjörgs memory, mom would have been very proud and happy, and we children are honored and touched.
The memory alive.
Little mommisen wondered again if we might forget about her, but it is impossible to forget such a great little personality. The memory lives on forever and there are many who carries her with him in the tank with joy, and her stories will live on. The family would like to thank the fabulous museum for everything they have done for our beloved mother Inge Björg and even home care, nursing team in Hamneda and South Ljunga for the incredibly good care Ocg care that all of us gave our mother during her last months, she was so happy and felt so pampered and looked forward to when you arrived. You are doing a fantastic job. Lilla’s mother has moved on now but the memory of her person will always remain. Mom’s wish was that no one would be sad when her time had come but that we would laugh and be happy and we will remember her district with the greatest heat.
Please Carl-Peter Suenson and siblings and ther families.
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