A Third Son Is Born
Excerpt from "I'm Adding Sunshine to My Paint - Harald Sandberg's Path to the Arts"
Less than a month later, nine months after the success in Paris, my father is at the maternity ward of Saint Erik's Hospital in Stockholm. As so many fathers or fathers-to-be before him, he is walking nervously back and forth in the outside the room where Mom is lying.
In the morning of December 10th, the door is opened, and he is told that his beloved wife had given birth to a boy – Jan. Mom later told us that he was so happy that he slapped himself on his knees!
It was one more triumph for the kid from Söderhamn's Northern side, a child that few believed would make it to adulthood and had to leave school early as his heart was so weak. Now he was an acknowledged artist with a beautiful and intelligent wife and three boys. I was the middle child and when I look at the pictures and the movies from those days, I realize how incredibly proud my father must have been and how he – if he had had a chance to write the memoirs he had started to sketch out in 1982 or 1983 – probably would have ended the section about the first part of his life with the following word, being the circus director he always was:
Tableau!
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