Norway Ties: Past and Present

Once upon a time, back in the 1800’s, Haktor Kaldestad married Brita Hovland. They were my great grandparents who lived in Norway and had five children. Johannes (born in 1878) and Torkel (born in 1887) were two of their five children.

Haktor Kaldestad (1853-1892) is the man next to the flagpole in the back.

Torkel, my grandfather, married Elizabeth and they had four children. They immigrated to the United States. Herbert, my father, was one of their sons.

In the 1960’s Herbert began working on his ancestry and started making contact with his family in Norway. Herbert traveled to Norway in 1969 to re-connect with them, and it has been a very good thing as our families continue to connect with each other to this day.

Johannes, Torkel’s brother, married Sella and they had five children. They lived in Norway. Hakon was one of their sons (a first cousin to Herb). Hakon had four children: Jomar, Anund, Heine and Siv.

Last week Jomar and his wife Bente, Heine and his wife Kari, flew to Minnesota from Norway for a vacation in the United States, to visit family and travel to the East Coast. We were grateful we were a part of their itinerary. It was a delight to have them stay with us for a couple of nights. It was not the first time they have been here…they have been to our home in Northfield before, and we have been in their homes in Norway.

We had such a good time filled with lots of laughter and joy. Many more good memories were made to add to our collection of great times together.

Happy to be hosting cousins and their wives from Norway.

The one thing I thought of as we were talking about our ancestors is that my great-grandchildren will probably not know my name, or my husband’s name. Without our ancestry chart I would not have known the names of my grandparent’s parents…how fleeting our lives are.

So I hope to make a difference in the lives of my children and grandchildren.

“Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.
Remind me that my days are numbered—
how fleeting my life is.”  Psalm 39:4

What is it?

My friend and I enjoy looking at antique stores and thrift shops, particularly the glassware. We can spend hours doing this and have fun talking of sparked memories and/or, wondering “what is it”?

On our last trip we came upon an unusual item…a two-piece glass object: about 6″ high, and the top piece set into the bottom piece.  The top had a twist-on metal handle and cover with something similar to an eye dropper with a plunger so when you pressed on the handle it looked like it would suck up whatever was inside to dispense it. The top glass piece had a honeycomb pattern so we decided it was to dispense honey but we had never seen anything like it.

We decided it was worth thrift store price to buy it and see if it worked. I brought it home, cleaned it out, bought a jar of honey and poured the golden liquid into the top piece.

The result:  it works…really well, and it is very beautiful besides. I’m delighted and I still wonder where this honey dispenser came from, why we’ve never seen anything like it before, and are there more out there? I would think there might be a market for something such as this.

 

Happy Trails

Our biking get away this year took us to Iowa and the High Trestle Trail.

We were pleasantly surprised by this well-kept, smooth and wide bike trail lined with native plants and trees that led us to, and over, the High Trestle Bridge. The high and funky bridge across the Des Moines River was a sight to see, especially at night. The bridge is a half-mile long and 130 ft. above the Des Moines River.

Thistle along the trail…such a pretty pink.
Looking south off the bridge…

We rode our bikes on the trail to the bridge in the afternoon. After dinner we walked the trail to see the bridge lit up with a beautiful shade of bright blue. There were other folks out there on this beautiful summer solstice evening, both biking and walking. It is a biking/pedestrian bridge, in place where an old railroad bridge used stand. The original trestle train bridge was built in 1912 and reconstructed in 1971. It became a pedestrian bridge in 2003.

The trail the next day was a nice surprise too. We drove to Big Creek State Park and started pedaling on the smooth, but hilly trail along Big Creek, then along Saylorville Lake. Up and down we went and in some places it was like a roller coaster…pedal up and then coast down a hill and half way up the next hill, then pedal a bit more to the top and then coast down again…whee…

Saylorville Dam in background – a mile long.

Again we were surprised when we saw how big the dam was. We rode the mile across the length of the dam and back again, for the fun of it.

On our last day our ride took us through what we expected from the beginning when we headed to Iowa, and that was the beautiful, but flat cornfields of Iowa.

Two farmers in Iowa, sitting outside on a hot day.
A big turtle along the trail.

We discovered there are hundreds of miles of bike trials in this area so we’ll go back. The B&B we stayed at was delightful…a log house with many wonderful features, and at night…a view of the beautiful, blue bridge.

 

Summer Solstice

It was my turn to host my book club this month and even though we met a week earlier than the summer solstice (today, June 21) I decided on a summer solstice theme  to celebrate the day of the year with the most hours of daylight…something I’ve wanted to throw a party for, for a long time…so I took advantage of my captive audience!

The focus was light, of course, and I used a white lace tablecloth with a center white candle, clear glasses and white plates. I turned on the lights wrapped in the deck fence, and gathered lots of votive candles in clear glass to set around.

The weather was in our favor as it was a beautiful, Minnesota summer evening. We were able to sit on the deck until after dark, and then the mosquitoes joined the party.

I served a dessert with a fruit of summer – strawberries – and for a short time we stopped our discussion and read through “A Summer Prayer” from the book The Circle of Life by Joyce Rupp & Macrrina Wiederkehr. After each section we lit a candle and I placed the candles around the deck. It looked so festive and pretty especially as it got darker. (Celebrating the longest day of the year makes it hard to light up the dark with candles at 7 p.m.!)

Here are excerpts from the prayer:

“May the God of summer give us beauty.”

“May the God of summer give us rest.”

“May the God of summer give us joy.”

“May the God of summer give us inner light.”

“May the God of summer give us what we need for healing.”

“May the God of summer give us a sense of satisfaction in the work of our hands.”

“May the God of summer give us shelter when inner storms threaten our peace of mind and heart.”

“May the God of summer lead us to amazing discoveries as we travel the inner roads of our soul (as well.)”

Thank you fellow book clubbers for indulging me in my first summer solstice party…not to be the last!

 

 

Jemma and Me

My first official day of dog-sitting for my friend’s “Helping Paws” golden retriever trainee was on Sunday. Jemma is 9 months old…so still in puppy mode but is being well-trained by my friend.

On my first morning walk with Jemma two people stopped to ask about her and to pet her and tell her how beautiful she is…since we haven’t had a dog of our own it’s a new experience. Everybody loves Jemma.

We went on several walks between kennel time for Jemma  (when we went to church in the morning and met our son and his wife and their baby girl for a visit in the  afternoon) and an evening walk after supper.

Jemma did well…and I hope she wants to come back again.

Father’s Day

Father’s day…it’s a pleasure to celebrate my wonderful husband who is a great father to our two sons. But there is the sense of melancholy on father’s day when I remember my own father who died in 1974. I was twenty years old. My husband and two sons never met my dad and that makes me sad.

Herb & Ruby, circa 1940’s (my father and mother)

My dad was the son of a Norwegian immigrant, Torkel, who left Norway when he was 17 years old to find work in the USA. He and my grandmother had one daughter and three sons. Torkel was a carpenter by trade and taught my father the skills so then he became a carpenter too.

My father built this house in NE Minneapolis. We moved into it in 1953, when I was six months old. My mom sold it in 1982.

Mt dad was a kind man. He seemed to be well-liked. Favorite memories include  family road-trip/camping vacations. We pulled a wooden “crank-up” camper that my dad built. The crank-up was wood, not canvas, and very heavy.

In background, the only picture I have of the crank-up wooden camper, built by Herb.

It would have been nice to get to know my dad in my adult years. I think my dad liked to have fun and had a sense of humor and a sense of adventure…I wonder if that is where I get mine?

“The Lord is like a father to his children, tender and compassionate to those who trust him.” Psalm 103:13

Cleaning Closets

While I was out of town last week my husband painted our walk-in closet, which we had emptied the night before I left. We had re-painted our bedroom several years ago but not the closet. It was time.

When I returned from my trip we had the opportunity to go through every piece of clothing to decide whether or not it went back into the closet…using Marie Kondo’s suggestion… I found myself asking the question “does this spark joy?”

Clothes piled on the bed.

Of course you can’t get rid of everything but it felt good to look at our clothes and decide if we wanted to keep the article or if were we done with it.

At one point my husband said something didn’t sparkle for him and I giggled.

Our task brought to mind a visit to Pennsylvania a few years ago, visiting my husband’s family. As usual, we went to visit the old farmstead where my husband grew up. The new owners (30 years ago now) are very friendly and accommodating and always welcome us for a visit. (Their faith allows them to use electricity but not drive cars…so we always think about them using the garage door opener for their horse and buggy.)

Old Stone House, circa mid-1700’s, on Bollinger farm

The last time we were in Pennsylvania they invited us to tour their new house. They had razed the old farmhouse – including a attached stone house from the 1700’s (we were very sad it was demolished) – and built a new home.  It was modern but plain. The woman of the house took me and my sister-in-laws on a tour and when we got to their bedroom I was surprised when she opened the walk-in closet door. On “his” side hung a few pair of black pants on the lower rack and several plain shirts on the top rack with a couple of hats on the shelf. On “her” side about a dozen dresses all hung neatly in a row and that was all.  It made a lasting impression on me of simplicity.

So I had that closet picture is in the back of my mind as we weeded through all our clothes. Although it does not look at all like the conservative farmer’s closet in Pennsylvania, our closet has been freshly painted and cleaned out, and for that I am grateful.

Old bowling shoes, circa 1976!

I did get rid of my bowling shoes I had before we were married almost forty years ago – my husband and I met bowling but we never bowled much after that. It was time to get rid of the shoes!

Soon we will bring all the goods to Salvation Army and it feels good. We hope to continue to go through all the rooms in our house, but we’re in no hurry…we have the time now.

Roses, Butterflies and Colored Glass

I enjoyed my first adventure in “retirement” with my girlfriend, on our 28th annual get away. We began our outings together when our boys were young, in 1989. This year I flew to Indiana where she lives and we started our road trip to Columbus, Ohio. The criteria we use to choose our trip locations are: it must have gardens, a body of water, and antiques/thrift stores.

Yellow rose with bee.

In Columbus our first stop was the Park of Roses, one of the largest public rose gardens in the United States.

We were fortunate to be there when the 11,000+ roses were in bloom. It was so pretty. We strolled along and enjoyed smelling the roses and reading the creative names for all the different varieties and colors. We tried hard to capture the beauty on our iPhones. You can’t capture the fragrance.

We checked out many antique stores and thrift shops in-between our park visits – another activity we really enjoy doing together – and we each found a couple of treasures to bring home.

Another park we visited was the Franklin Park Conservatory which offered many fun surprises…from Chihuly glass displays interspersed in the plants, to animal- shaped topiaries, to the butterfly garden which releases many beautiful butterflies daily. They were flitting all around us.

We both are fans of colored glass and to see this display of Chihuly’s beautiful glass artwork was special. We didn’t know it was on exhibit at the conservatory when we planned our visit.

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We also enjoyed time sitting near the Scioto River, walking down the cobbled streets of the German Village and dining at good eating establishments.

We had a delightful time.

A Long Bike Ride


This story is an adventure my husband had out East a few weeks ago. He took a bike trip and rode 342 miles in one week with seven other guys from his Minnesota bike club, The Faribault Flyers. A friend/neighbor from the club moved away last year and bought a home in the Washington D.C. area. Once out there he organized a bike trip for those in the MN group who wanted to join in on a ride from Pittsburgh, PA to Washington D.C. He got seven takers.

They rented touring bikes from a shop in Pittsburgh and stayed in Bed & Breakfasts along the way. They rode between 35 – 62 miles per day on the Great Allegheny Passage Trail (packed limestone) and the C&O Canal Tow Path (dirt trail). The C&O portion was a mule path along side a historic canal from the 1800’s. Mules were used to pull 12’ wide barges down the man-made canal to haul coal from the north to the south. The canal had 74 locks and most of the locks and old lock-houses are still standing along the path.

They had a great week. Lots of history and great scenery. They had no rain while biking, however the last night it did rain during the night and made the dirt trail very muddy for their last day of riding. The guys and their bikes were caked with mud after 35 miles on the muddy trail. The trail ended in Georgetown and the guys said they wanted to eat at the first restaurant they came upon…which happened to be a more upscale restaurant, but the hosts graciously accepted the eight mud-caked bikers to their outdoor dining tables, which carried the theme from indoors with white linen napkins! I’m sure it was quite a sight.

The bike trip was a challenge for the guys, riding consecutively for seven days, but it was worth the time and effort to see they could do it successfully and it certainly created some great memories.