Early Fall last year — at least before I went on my trip back to Sweden — I found out that a Facebook group had formed, about my home town. I’ve written about this before, I think … this group was the reason Facebook became some fun all of a sudden.
The group is very active, and there’s a lot of talk about old times, what has changed, buildings that are no more and so on. There age spectrum is very wide, which of course, is a great advantage.
Last Saturday there was an article in the local paper, back home, about this group, and there was a huge influx of new members, to this already large group. We’re 2,000+ members, and this is a very small city. I know many of them personally, others I know of, and other … mainly younger, I might know their parents. Many have left Härnösand, a few live abroad, like myself and others are still living there. We have all different memories and experiences, but we have all one thing in common: We’re from Härnösand.
The other day a question was thrown out: ‘Do you have any special place, that you like to go to over and over, just because you love it?’ It was amazing! Everyone seemed to have one, and not many [if any] had the same! I didn’t have to think one second … my place is this stony beach, named Notsand. It’s kind of peaceful — especially in these pictures as there was no wind that day — there are never any people out there — the only ones you’ll meet would be some common snipe, listen to the cry of the sea birds and the sound of the breaking waves. It’s just a great spot for recreation…
There are two, really nice, sandy beaches but they are so crowded in the summertime so it’s really no fun to go there any more. Here, at Notsand, you can sit and think … ponder the great mysteries of life, or just take a walk and breathe in the saline laden air. The first picture, I shot from a bit above … from up the mountain behind it.
The woman, who started this group on a whim, got a phone call after the article was in the paper, from her old uncle … I think he’s almost 90. He asked her what it would cost him to join, or if she perhaps could give him the password over the phone so he could get in for free 🙂 Secondly, he asked her why she didn’t do this while her grandma was alive … she who was a source of knowledge about old things Härnösand … The thing was just that the grandma died sometimes back in the 80’s 🙂