Remembering the dead

Yesterday it was the day to remember the dead, All Saints' day, here in Sweden. Everybody that has a dead family member, or friend, lights a candle at their graves.

I of course I went to the church cemetary and the family crypt where my parents are buried, my mother Gunvor the artist, and my father Bertil. And then the grave of my uncle Åke, the famous historian.

Here you can see the lights outside the family crypt, build 1770.

The church I am talking about is Östuna kyrka, close to Uppsala, it was built in the late 1400.

A table

This is a "still life" from my livingroom, as usual with a statue made by my mother Gunvor. And a wonderful book about a castle here in Sweden - written by my late uncle Åke.

And then some old candlesticks, an ashtray - even if no one smokes here - and then some old memories in silver and a crocodile in plate from Kuala Lumpur.