This morning, we were sitting at the kitchen table after breakfast talking about all and nothing. For some reason, I started to talk about Midsummer in Sweden … how it’s celebrated and how I couldn’t remember one Midsummer that I’d had fun, except one.
It was 1983. I was still working at the same company where I started to work when I was seventeen. The furnaces at this plant were being renovated [they were very special, for extreme temperatures], so there were sixty masons there from Germany. This was a common thing, these furnaces needed work ever so often.
One of these German guys, Peter, had met a girl in my town … Beverly, originally from Jamaica, but she grew up in London, UK. She was working as a hairdresser/cosmetologist and I have no idea how she’d ended up in our little town in the first place. I’d known her for some time, before she met Peter. They got married and bought a home, way outside town … you could say it was in the middle of nowhere.
Beverly told me ‘they were having a party on Midsummer Eve, and would I like to join?!’ It so happened that several of their friends from around the world, were travelling in Europe, so there would be people from as far away as Jamaica. That sounded great to me, because I was single at the time and Midsummer is a very family-oriented holiday.
We had so much fun!!! That’s why I remember this so well, thirty years later! We ate, we drank and we sang. Me and another guy were the only Swedes there … we counted the nationalities, but I’ve forgotten the number. 3 o’clock in the morning, we were outside in the bright night singing Rule Brittania LOL…
After I’d told this story to Gerry, I was finished with breakfast and walked over here to the laptop. Brought up Facebook, and the first name I see in a comment to a friend … and it was as if the name was written in fire … was Peter, the German guy who was married to Beverly!!! I got goosebumps! I must add that I totally lost contact with all these people afterwards as I moved away from town and didn’t think much about it.
I asked in that comment i FB, if he remembered that Midsummer of 1983, he said YES, he’d never forget it, and contacted me in a private message. I’m waiting for a reply to find out where they went … if they’re still married and still in Härnösand … If my memory serves me right, he was from Saarbrücken.
It was so strange … not one minute had gone by between I talked about it and went on Facebook. I wanted to write it down, if for nothing else, in order to remember it.