No leaves left, October Seventh. But a fall ride through rolling hills to Guild, a ladies luncheon and a speaker - an American girl with a lifelong quest to find her lost relatives in Norway. Her great grandfather immigrated. His siblings did not. His ancestors resided on farms and plots.
In Norway, the oldest son inherited the farm and his siblings found other work, and lived on "rented" plots within the farm.
In Norway, the oldest son inherited the farm and his siblings found other work, and lived on "rented" plots within the farm.
The plot carried a sibling's last name. If he rented elsewhere, his name went with him.
Finding ancestors got kind of tricky for this lady. She searched in places called Bergen, Haviland, and Gran.
The names sounded familiar to me. I too had a great grandfather who also immigrated from Norway to find land for homesteading. He left five siblings behind.
Finding ancestors got kind of tricky for this lady. She searched in places called Bergen, Haviland, and Gran.
The names sounded familiar to me. I too had a great grandfather who also immigrated from Norway to find land for homesteading. He left five siblings behind.
What got passed down to me through him to my grandfather and to me, was a sense of holding on, and looking back. A bit of grieving? And a love of story.
in the church cemetery
alongside a headstone with a Scandinavian name.
There are two empty plots.
I'm not sure my parents wish to claim them.
Shall I lay in this quiet country place alongside my beloved grandparents,
or shall I, like my husband, plan to be creamated?
Have my ashes scattered to the winds in the mountains
of Montana where the leaves on aspen trees fall and bears wander through?
The harvest. Pumpkins ripen, and scarey faces are carved in them. Oktoberfest and Halloween.
All that surrounds death, -- tombstones
ghosts, goblins, skeletons, and the grave.
Gran church. Here for so long. So unchanged.
I Jesu navn.
Past the church, a road. Fifty years ago, Grandfather and I took it just to go for a ride, and to buy a package of fresh homemade lefse in a little town that still sells it. My mother and I decide to go and buy fresh lefse for my father. We talk and laugh and remember along the way.













