These photos are from a house called Arstu that was
built in my home village 1923.
Today the house belongs to the native district society who arrange a
summer theatre here every year that is called ´Ur Bykiston´ which means
´From the chest of the village´.
The story reflects the life in the village in the end of the 19th century.
My dad was before one of the actors in this theater. He was the farmhand of the house.
Saturday night I went with my mam to Arstu to watch the theathre of the year. It was nice. The actors were good and it was like being moved 100 years back in time. We even got to taste real ´tappadreck' which at the time was the daily drink for dinner. The theather have so far been arranged for 30 years (summers) and the audience have passed 70.000 visitors.
summer theatre here every year that is called ´Ur Bykiston´ which means
´From the chest of the village´.
The story reflects the life in the village in the end of the 19th century.
My dad was before one of the actors in this theater. He was the farmhand of the house.
Saturday night I went with my mam to Arstu to watch the theathre of the year. It was nice. The actors were good and it was like being moved 100 years back in time. We even got to taste real ´tappadreck' which at the time was the daily drink for dinner. The theather have so far been arranged for 30 years (summers) and the audience have passed 70.000 visitors.
A beautiful spinning wheel.
The bed is behind the curtains.
My mam says she also slept in a pram like this but the sun shade is missing on this one.
Some old fishing nets.
The men at the house are preparing moonshine spirit.
The audience.
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