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ENG: Places to call Home - SE: Platser att kalla for hemma

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Why Shelleyridge?

Why Shelleyridge?
Let me introduce you to Shelleyridge, a user on YouTube. She looks a lot like me, sings a lot like me and even writes, walks and talks a lot like me. Well, it actually is me, or was me, since the name is referring to the state of mind I was in when I signed up. What state of mind? Like the mind of somebody that has been mistreated for so long that she feels like she wants to withdraw from the world and only live inside of her own little shell, thereof the first part of the name. Was she all alone in the world? No, no, no woman is an island. But if a goodhearted woman is told enough times in action and words by the one she loves that she is very disliked, a woman can feel like she is unloved by everybody. Some of the songs on “Roads” tell part of that story. Now as for the ridge, it describes another part of who I was, because my last name at that time was Åhs, which means ridge in Swedish.
Why have I not changed the username Shelleyridge then? First of all … I have n…

Biological analphabet

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Biological analphabet

My father has always been interested in nature. He knows names of birds, plants, trees ... you name it. He wanted to teach me everything he knows and most of it stayed with me. I remember the first plant he pointed out to me and its name both in Swedish and Latin. It was Vitsippa, or Anemone Nemorosa (Wood Anemone in English). It is a pretty little plant with a flower that has white petals and yellow middle (okay, stemens and pistils). He taught me what plants were poisonous and he showed me one that I could eat. I probably was around 5 or 6 years old. That’s where my interest in nature started. When I came over to Tennessee, I knew very little, no, nothing about the kinds of plants and trees that grow here. I really felt like a biological analphabet. The flowers and trees were very pretty but I felt frustrated not being able to talk about them. I know how the first immigrants must have felt when they came over here and I admire them, because I can not even start …