by Anders Arhammar | Mar 6, 2020
Oh dear, today is that dinner party and I have yet no new gown. But Anna has promised that I may borrow her darkblue silkgown. And theres nothing other to do. On Sunday will it be a great dinnerparty here, and I must have Annas gown also then I think.
Last monday miss Lingberg was in the gymnastics and fetched me. We had a promenade on Strandvägen and then she followed me home. She invited Naemi and me to call upon her next Wednesday evening. There will be only girls, but we shall dance, play piano, drink coffee and so on. I am sure it will be pleasant.
Oh, such a dull grey weather there is. Gold and snowy and cloudy. Yesterday evening I was with Naemi in the biograph “Phenix” and saw that beautiful Valdemar Psilander and Carlo Wieth. And the drama was all right with the very beautiful young lady, her fiancee, who showed to be a coward and left her when her father had lost his money, and then the hero, Valdemar Ps. who first was a very rich young min fellow, but this money was stolen away, so that he must take a situation first as a waiter and then as a foot man by the beautiful young girls father.
And she began to love him and he her of course, and when that coward-fiancee departed and they must left the castle to pay the card-playing debts the girl declared the footman her love and he was very glad indeed, and at last he got back his money, so that he could buy back the castle and marry the girl. And all was very good in the end. Oh, now I must begin my stenographlesson for today.
by Anders Arhammar | Mar 6, 2020
Oh, I am so measy and dull in my mind and that is for deuced gown questions sake. I have a very beautiful fair blue silkgown. But that gown is not dark enough to be used on a dinner party. It is a ballgown. But I am never invited to any ball, only to dinnerparties with the doctor. And then I have nothing to take on. And I have no money to buy a new gown. Oh, that is horrible troublesome with those gownquestions.
I wanted that we could clothe ourselves just as we could and had clothes to. I dont know at all how to do. And next saturday we are invited to mayor Grahls on a dinnerparty and I have nothing to take on.
by Anders Arhammar | Mar 6, 2020
Yesterday before dinner I was with Eric on a promenade to Djurgården. Then I followed him home for fetching a book in stenography, which I should borrow, for I now have made up my mind to learn stenography. In his room there was such a nice fire and we sat down at it and chattered in two hours. I wonder, whether it is much “not decent” to call upon a bachelor on his room even if it is on a sundaymorning. I must ask the doctor, but I dare not tell him, that I already have been there.
Notary Forsberg was here to dinner. But when he and the doctor and I sat talking after dinner, I thought, that it was nothing enjoying, so I telephoned to Heddy and asked if we should play a little “a-quatre-mains”. Yes, of course, and so I bid the notary and the doctor “farewell” and went down to Ekebergs.
There was a couple of people, mister Pettersson and Söderberg and captain Jacobson and mr. Einar Österberg and some more. But by and by some of them departed, and we asked Dagmar if I would follow her to some cinematograph. well, we went to “Kungsholmsbiografen”. There was a film called “The boy from San Francisco!” and some little pieces. But we didnt look so much at the film for before us sat a happy pair. They looked as ugly both of them. he was as I suppose, a worker and she a workwrin with little eyes, a large nose and tangly hair.
And when the lights were put out and it was dark, in the saloon, he put his arm round her shoulders and so they began to flirt. They kissed each other and she patted his chin and he patted her here and there and, oh, Dagmar and I did not know what to do for not laughing to high. We said “oh, so beautiful” (about the film, you know) and “such a rising picture” and so on. And then we put our handkerchiefs in our mouths to chake the fits of laughter.
Happily they went their way after the first piece, so we could give attention to the other pieces. Today I have begun with my stenography. I have written “the first lesson” and I will go on at least an hour every day.
by Anders Arhammar | Mar 6, 2020
Sunday morning. The snow lies so white and pure over the streets and on the branches of the trees. It is so quiet, so very quiet, just as it uses to be in the sundaymorning. The bells are ringing from the church. And I dont know what to do. I have read a while in a German book. “Albin Intergand”, but it is not interesting enough for me now. I read it only for the languages sake.
Yesterday morning I was down at Ekebergs and Heddy and I played à-quatre-mains. It was very pleasant. We nearly learned two pieces together, and tomorrow will I go there again and we will play more. I hade promised Eric to telephone him this morning, and so I did, but he had scarcely awakened then, at half past nine, so he said, that he would telephone after he had dressed and eaten breakfast. I wonder how long time it will take.
So I have written a letter to Rakel, that dear girl. I dont like writing letters half as much as I did before. Then I could write two, three papers in a little while now I think it´s a hard work to write only one. And I am merely glad, when my friends not hasten with their answers, because I then need not write so often. But letters from home will I have as often as possible and there I write once a week to Rut or dear mother.
by Anders Arhammar | Mar 6, 2020
Det snöar, är halvt tö, disigt och grått. Så kallat tråkigt väder. Igår ringde Volrat och frågade om jag ville gå med och åka bobsleigh på kvällen. Om-jag-ville!! Det, som är det roligaste jag vet!
Men på sista tiden har det blivit så lite läsning om kvällarna, emedan vi varit borta så mycket, så att jag reflekterade inte ett ögonblick på att gå, utan tackade och sade nej. Usch… Det är skillnad mellan att sitta stilla på samma stol i flera timmar och läsa och att vara ute i den härliga vita naturen och åka bobsleigh tillsamman med en hop glada ynglingar och flickor. Alldeles särskilt som man så ytterst sällan får vara tillsamman med någon ungdom. Och så kanske det hade blivit kaffe och dans sen. Oh…
