MY FATHER'S DESK
As a good memory to my father is made his desk in miniature.
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I have put the desk in a cardboard box.
He always sat at his desk, writing. I used the paper with his handwriting to glue on the outside of the box.
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The picture on the left shows the full size desk; the picture on the right is the miniature desk.
My mother’s picture hangs on the wall.
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The pictures beneath are from the miniature desk.
Our dear friend Jean Damery made the desk, the chair, the lamp and the working letter scales .
He did a tremendous job. You can hardly see what is miniature and what is full size.
After that I made the accessories. My sister-in-law made the little statue for one of his birthdays, our children made the two little penholders for him and now I made them in miniature.
And also his pen case with the typical roller ball pens, the writing set with blotting paper and his dairy.
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This is exact how his desk always looked like.
The little notes with our telephone numbers and the shopping lists.
And a letter for the bank waiting to be posted.
His mother of pearl pocket knife which I admired so much when I was a child.
He always opened his mail with it.
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As he taught German, English and French he could not do
without his dictionaries.
The same with his other books and maps.

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In a desk drawer are his last memories.
In the red notebook he made his last notes in hospital.
In the yellow envelope are his last wishes for his children.
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Every year, on the 4th of June, my father gave my mother a field bouquet
They were my mother's favourites.
Until gradually the original flowers were replaced.
The cornflower became an iris, the poppy became a carnation, the daisy a chrysanthemum, etc.
Until only the colors reminded of a field bouquet and my mother didn't like it anymore.