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Sweets

sweets after the war in Norway, there were little in the way of sweets and what we could buy was rationed. But all was not lost, my mother melted sugar in a frying pan when the sugar became liquefied, she put it on a paper to cool off, she then turned the paper turned it around and we had sweets, and I remember it tasted wondrous. Time got better, the rationing stopped and, there were many children with rotten teeth, the school dentists had a lot to do. I was not especially fond of sugary things and because of this I still, except three teeth have got my own. This, however, didn´t stop me from getting diabetes which my dear doctor insisted were caused by an overindulgence of Rum& coca cola and beer.

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