I have so many memories of Eva that its hard to choose just one or two. The memories from
when I was very young arent memories at all theyre stories my father used to tell about the
things that Eva did when she was living with us in Carlisle in 1947 and 1948. One of the stories was
that she used to throw me in the air and catch me. He was very shocked, but he and my mother
soon realised that they could trust her, and so they didnt stop her doing it. Apparently I laughed a
lot so I must have thought it was very good fun! Another memory that I do have as a child is that in
my bedroom there was a fireplace, and in front of the fireplace there was a screen of a painting of a
Norwegian fjord scene that Eva had painted. I used to look at that screen and think that Norway
must be heaven on earth and I really wanted to go there.
As a teenager with my parents and sister I visited Eva and her family on the farm in Sorum a few
times, and when I was 17 I came on my own and celebrated my 18 th birthday on the farm. She made
me a cake with cream and strawberries, and I was very impressed. I dont think my own mother
would have made me a birthday cake that was so special. During that visit I remember that Eva and
Kaare spent a day over the border in Sweden picking berries that were tipped into milk churns to
take home. There seemed so many of them. The children (Trond and Hanne and maybe Dag too)
and I spent the day at the home of one of Kaares brothers while Eva and Kaare made this trip. I
remember that we spent the next few days back at the farm sorting through the berries to remove
the stalks ready for them to be put in the freezer. I didnt know what these berries were at the time,
but Ive since discovered that theyre called tyttebare, and theyre delicious.
I have visited Eva once or twice a year every year since about 1995, first in the house that she and
Kaare and the family built across the field from the farm in Sorum and then in her apartment in
Sorumsand. One year we went up to Valdres for a skiing trip at Easter time. Eva and Kaare took part
in cross country skiing, while I did downhill skiing. One lunch time Eva came in their car to the
bottom of the hill where I skied to take me back to the hotel where we were staying for lunch. I got
in the passenger seat and the seat was hot. It was the first time Id every experienced heated car
seats and I thought it was very luxurious.
Eva also came to stay with me in England a few times. One year she talked to me about the English
chef Jamie Oliver, and how much she enjoyed watching his programmes on Norwegian television. I
decided to buy her his latest cookery book to take home with her. I slipped it into her luggage the
day she left. After Id taken her to the airport for her flight home I came home and went up to the
room where shed slept. On the bed was a parcel. When I opened it I discovered it was a book. It
was the very same book as Id given her!
Kjære Eva, takk for ditt gode og inspirerende vennskap. Arbeidet med bøkene dine førte oss sammen for mange år siden, og ble til mange hyggelige og lærerike treff. Jeg er en stor beundrer av din entusiasme. Alt arbeidet du gjorde ble gjort med glød og nøyaktighet. Ingen ting ble overlatt til tilfeldighetene. Det var viktig alltid å gjøre sitt beste. Du er savnet!
Takk Kjære Eva for at du var en del av vår oppvekst, takk for dine besøk hos mamma og ikke minst alle møter og samtaler de senere år. Ditt minne lever sterkt videre️
Takk for alle hyggelige stunder vi fikk dele samnen med mor. Du hadde mange gode historier å fortelle og viste stor omsorg for de du møtte på din vei. Hvil i fred.
Gode minner om en livsglad, engasjert, kreativ og viljesterk kvinne. Ditt engasjement for de som var utsatt for urimeligheter imponerte. Hvil i fred Eva.