From a performance at the Schumman Theaterin Frankfurt am Main. Unknown date, probably after the war?
Mom is moving to a new place and I helped hear clean out some stuff in the basement when I discovered a suitcase of old photos. Most were blurred vacation photos of people we didn’t know or remember. At the bottom of the pile I found these photos of Knut Andersson, my dad’s uncle. Apparently he joined a circus and had a career as an acrobat which wasn’t popular among the bourgeois relatives. I never met him and know little about him but I am glad there is an acrobat in the family. Maybe it explains my desire to climb stuff.
More photos in the Flickr photo set.
Portrait of Knut Andersson, from sometime in the 1940s.