Stories from my youth
On saturday evenings my mom opened The Pocket Money Store.
A store where my brother and I could buy books, toys, lego and
meccano from our pocket money, at “reduced” prices. In a safe
and pleasant way my mother learned us how to handle money.
One summer, eight years old Ignar, has a good idea, opening a
restaurant in the garden. “No problem” we went shopping for
plastic cups, plates & cutlery. My mother made coffee & tea
and little Ignar backed, as a real chef, the pancakes.
Another summer, my mother wrote a Dutch text on the song
Glory glory alleluia. With this The Rip Brothers won the first
price at the school song festival. Singing is a powerful tool to
help young people, like this choir from Wales does.