Part four in what just might balloon up to a two-week stroll through the LD photo archives, Copenhagen sub-file. I just couldn’t hold off posting something of the lil’ monkey. Â Here, she is doing her darndest to see out from underneath some spiffy hat of mine that has since become lost. As have so, so many that look a great deal like that one.
Here we are in the parking lot at the the grocery store in the north-of-downtown neighborhood my sister and her family was living in that year. Big, big herring selection at the grocery store. Whenever in Scandinavia I have a perverse urge to check the herring section and measure it, so I can go back home and report to goggle-eyed friends who have never been Â there and would otherwise dismiss my reportage as yet more hyperbole.
“In mustard sauce! In sour cream-ey looking sauce! In a tomato-ey sauce! Â Plain! Smoked! In a tube! You want herring they’ve got it!”
“Does it take up more space than the salsa selections do back here?” they’d ask, brazenly displaying their ignorance.
In non-herring-related news: it’s kind of amazing looking at images of someone so helpless back then — she had this hat down over her head, nearly obscuring her vision of herring, cobblestones, and more, for quite some time before either of us knew it — a person whom you now know to be so hugely self-possessed. Â It’s fascinating, really. She was totally in there, back then. Â A fairy-obsessed, wise, pun-loving, encyclopedia-reading five year-old, trapped in a language-starved one year old’s body.