In her twenties.
During World War I my Granny’s family was relocated from the war front town Rautjärvi in very east of Finland to her relatives’ house in Heinävesi, in inner country. She was only about 5 back then and not much later she learnt to be a punctual and hard working little helper for her Auntie. Her father wished his sharp daughter would educate herself as a teacher, but between two World Wars an opportunity for it really didn't exist. In her twenties Granny married a handsome, hardworking local farmer and soon gave birth to 4 children.
During World War II Granny was a mother, father, farmer, cook, gardener, dressmaker, great neighbour - a few duties to mention - while her husband was at the war front. Grandpa came home safe and together they rebuilt their homeland and raised their 4 children.
After Grandpa got seriously sick and passed away in late 70’s Granny left the farmhouse and moved to the heart of Heinävesi village, close to his son’s, my Dad’s family.
Every time I - or anyone else - arrived to her house she put the kettle on and set the coffee table with neatly pressed white linen tablecloth and her beautiful set of floral China. Every afternoon we sat down and had coffee and her homemade buns & short bread biscuits of most perfect shape & flavour and chatted away in sophisticated manner. After the coffee I sewed doll's clothes from fabulous little pieces of fabrics Granny took out of her 'treasure' cupboard. Crochet was her personal passion. After she gave up the farm and had lots of free time in her hands she filled it willingly with lots of crochet resulting in, among other beautiful things, huge double bed covers for all her children’s households and beautiful full length curtains for her own house.
I don’t recall her ever letting a swear word out of her mouth. In joy, sorrow and pain she always kept her straight posture and controlled her voice. She never complained of anything. When anyone asked how she was keeping the answer was always: life’s good, thank you. She never made too a big deal out of anything or fell into an argument with anyone. She was at happiest with her crafts and quiet life.
Granny’s clothes were always perfect fit, timeless and elegant. She preferred dresses to trousers that one only could see her wearing in the woods when she went to pick berries – The mosquitoes would have otherwise eaten her alive. She was very skilled in dressmaking and used to make most of her clothes herself.
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All photos attached are from old family albums and taken by unknown photographers.