5/09/2008

Being child in Astrid Lindgren world…

From concert with choirs from my work place singing Astrid Lindgren songs in a very nice church yesterday evening. Small children singing with the big girls' choir. One of my students thought I should go listen! Of course I had to. She thought it was so fun singing these songs, and singing with the small children. Fun! They were so cute, and this church so nice I just had to paste this slide show into the blog.

Mardie (Madicken in Swedish).

“Mardie lived outside a small Swedish town in a big, red house, down by a stream. Mama and Papa and little sister Elizabeth and a black poodle called Sasso and a kitten called Goodie lived there too. And so did Alma. Mardic and Elizabeth lived in the nursery, Alma lived in the maid's room, Sasso in a basket in the hall and Goodie in front of the kitchen stove. Mama lived almost all over the house and so did Papa, except when he was down at the newspaper office writing, so that people in the town had something to read.

Mardie's real name was Margaret, but when she was little she called herself Mardie. And now that she was big, almost seven, she was still called Mardie. It was only when she had been up to something and had to be spoken to sternly that she was called Margaret. She was called Margaret often. Elizabeth was called Lisbet and seldom had to be spoken to sternly, but Mardic had so many mad ideas and never stopped to think…until afterwards. Then she was sorry. She was so willing to be good and obedient, that it was a pity she didn't always succeed.”


I still like reading Lindgren. And other child books. We have many other good child book authors here. Inspired by Lindgren?

Read further here, abiout Mardie and Lindgren's other figures.

And how was it actually being child in Astrid Lindgren world? They fantasized a lot. Did they have to escape from phenomena in their worlds too? How was Lindgren's own upbringing? Was it REALLY as rosy and idyllic as she has painted it?


A father (I have thought of how Lindgren illustrates fathers... They don't always know best. Astrid Lindgren's children sees their fathers through I think. The fathers show their human sides, often a bit or even very childish! :-)):


And at last...


from a wonderful spring evening, watch the cute cats.
Slightly updated May 10.

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