A long time ago I posted about my childhood, how difficult it was and how it ended up being that I lost contact with my parents. That is still the case, although I occasionally see my father somewhere. My mother passed away 7 years ago and she was actually the instigator of the whole argument. My father always followed her like a tame lamb and therefore never intervened. A bit heavy intro for a special story.

As you have been able to see ad nauseam lately, I am under the spell of Abba :) . Triggered by my trip to Stockholm. As you have probably read, my mother infected me with the Abba virus. How surprised I was when my sister-in-law came to visit with a stack of Abba books. She had visited my father and then told me that I had been to the Abba musuem, he didn't hesitate for a moment and said that he still had a number of books from my mother that he would like to give to me. I think that, given the circumstances, is very special. I haven't been there I think for 17 years, no contact at all and yet he would like me to get the books. Even because it is a fond memory of my mother for him. Isn't that sweet?

The official photobook

This book tells the Abba story accompanied by a lot of (rare) photo's. It's a dutch translation of the original English book.

ABBA Autobiografisch

This is a Autobiography of the band and individual stories of them. With a lot of backgroud information.

Abba comicbook

This one I think is very funny, a real comic about Abba. For me a proof that at that time people saw a lot of potential (and money) in Abba. Cool isn't it.

At that time there wasn't a lot of tools to translate photo's into graphics, so I think someone has been very busy drawing :)

Abba, made in Sweden

A book with also a lot of background info about the members of the band. I haven't read them yet so I am currious if there is a lot of double information in the books.

Abba, for the record

This book is telling the behinds about the albums Abba made. Looking forward to reading it.

This picture is 'world famous', it's taken in a park in Stockholm. A similar bench was at the museum where you can take a picture just sitting on it.

as I said, I find it quite special that, despite we no longer have contact, my father still gave those books for me. Maybe an opening to get in touch again, as it used to be it will never be again, but just have to be able to have coffee together. He is elderly and ailing with his health, so perhaps the time to pick this up.

Anyway, I'm going to drop by this week to thank him and have a cup of coffee.

Have a great day,

Peter