Happenings in Kaldestad, part 1

While staying at Brita’s house, we were able to connect with more relatives. There was a large gathering at the house, and we were also able to visit many homes in the Kaldestad area for a more personal touch.

Gathering around the table…

Our first day in Kaldestad additional second cousins, and their families, gathered around the large, dining room table in Brita’s house.

Sodd, a Norwegian dish.

My second cousin, Sigrun, made Sodd, a national dish mainly associated with the Trondheim region.  It consists of sheep and beef meatballs, cooked carrots and boiled potatoes. It was delicious. And the conversations were sweet.

Sigrun’s (in green) husband and middle son were not able to attend this gathering. We enjoyed visiting with her oldest son, and her youngest son (first person on left in the photo) and his family.
I’m trying to say how much I appreciate being together with everyone in Norway.
My second cousin Solveig, and me.

Fortunately, it was a beautiful day and we were able to move outdoors, to a patio near the summer kitchen, for dessert. The dessert table was bountiful. There was a Norwegian cream cake, an almond cake, a fudge cake, ice cream, and… Valerie‘s apple cake.

Gunnvor (she made the delicious desserts) and her husband, my second cousin, Jostein.

In the 70’s when I was in Norway I made my mom’s apple crisp recipe for the relatives and everyone liked it. The recipe was then modified to the metric system and they’ve been making this recipe in Norway for the last 40+ years and they call it Valerie‘s Apple Cake. How fun is that? 

The following day at Kaldestad we visited folks in their homes. 

Sigrun’s House.

First we went to the home of my second cousin, Sigrun, who’s yard is meticulously manicured and beautiful. Her father, Sigurd, was a bloomster (gardener) and ran the nursery in the Kaldestad and surrounding area. I assume Sigrun acquired her love of gardening and her amazing gardening skills from her father, and by helping with the plants in the gardens and greenhouses while growing up.

Gary, Valerie and Sigrun.
A park-like yard at Sigrun’s.

Sigurd (the bloomster) was a first cousin to my father and his house and nursery were just up the hill from Brita’s house.

An old photo of Sigurd, the bloomster, in his garden with his greenhouses in the background.
Jostein and Gunnvor’s house. The greenhouses were to the left of the house before they were removed.

My second cousin Jostein (Sigrun’s brother) and his wife Gunnvor, have lived in this house (Sigurd’s) for many years. The greenhouses are long gone, but they have pretty flowers growing everywhere too. We enjoyed coffee and desert with them.

Jostein and Gunnvor in their kitchen.
Gary and I at Jostein’s.
Kari and Heine at Jostein’s.
Bente and Jomar at Jostein’s.

And a little farther up Kaldestad Hill, Jostein and Gunnvor’s son, Steiner, built a home. It was built within the last ten years…what a view.

From Steiner’s house up on Kaldestad Hill: LtoR Jostein, Gary, Valerie, Steiner, Kari, Gunnvor, Heine, Jomar. Stiener’s wife (Aase), and daughter are not pictured.

We were able to visit each of these families, all within walking distance of each other, and all within walking distance of Brita’s house.

All had wonderful views. All were beautiful homes. All had magnificent gardens. All were very welcoming.

Brita’s House

One of the many highlights in Norway included our trip to Kaldestad, the area where my grandfather came from, and the where my family name originated…Kallestad (spelled Kall rather than Kald).

The area called Kaldestad Hill.

In Kaldestad, we stayed in “Brita’s house” the old farmstead, where my grandfather lived, which is still in the family. It’s a special place.

The front of Brita’s house. Built in 1881/82.

My grandfather, Torkel, lived in this house built by his father, Haktor, in 1881/1882, with his parents and four siblings. Torkel’s older brother, Johannes, inherited the house and had four children, one of whom was his daughter Brita. She never married, and lived in the house all her life. Thus, the house became known as Brita’s house. Brita died in 1982. Johannes’ grandchildren keep up the house to this day. 

The side of the house with two picture windows looking out to the sea.

The house is used for special family get aways, which would include our time in Kaldestad. Gary and I stayed in this deep-rooted house with Jomar and Heine and their wives, Bente and Kari.  Jomar and Heine are brothers, and my second cousins. Our grandfathers were brothers who grew up in this house.

A third side to the house, with a new deck.

An old-fashioned rose bush, in bloom, greeted us by the front door. As we walked inside it felt so comfortable. We had been there before: I was there in the 70’s and Gary and I were there in 2007. 

The front porch of Brita’s house.

We climbed the painted wooden stairs to the second floor and found our bedrooms with individual dynes on the beds.

The wooden stairs in Brita’s house.

A side story: In 1972 my cousin from America and I experienced our first “dyne” in Norway…a featherbed, or down comforter as they are called today.

The room Gary and I stayed in…with two, separate dynes.

They became popular in America many years later, but not so much in the 70’s. I bought one at the store in Kaldestad (managed by Brita) and had it sent to America. It was only a few years ago that I had to finally give it up because many feathers kept poking out. 

I loved sitting in the living room looking down to the sea.

Back to the house: It was a chilly evening when we pulled into the driveway at Brita’s house. Heine had arrived before us and started a fire in the wood-burning stove, so it was nice and cozy in the living room, with a view. Old family pictures of distant (and not so distant) relatives adorned the walls and it was so thrilling and delightful to be in this house where my grandfather had once lived. 

The view from the living room and dining room window.

The view from the living room, and the dining room, was of the sea and sky, and we enjoyed looking out the large picture windows.

The inviting dining room table set for a family gathering.

We walked down the hill to the sea where there were two old, small, wooden buildings; an old store, and an old boathouse on the shore. They were a part of the original property. The store opened in 1903 and was prosperous when sea routes were common and roads were non existent in the area. The store moved to the roadside in 1947 when a road was built through Kaldestad. (This is the store where I bought my dyne). 

Me, Bente, Kari.
The old boathouse. Heine explains something to Gary.

The store on the sea, called La-Berget (pronounced la-bar-ia) was always painted red.

Photos of the La-berget years ago, prior to it’s renovation.

But two great-grandchildren bought it from the family and did some renovations. Now it’s gray. 

The La-Berget, still the same frame…but updated.

When old enough, Brita ran the store, both by the sea, and then on the roadside.

Brita at her store on the roadside…circa 1980. She rode her bicycle daily to and from the store. II bought my dyne from her.
The cash register from Brita’s store, now in Heine’s house.
The lower level is where Brita’s roadside store used to be. It has been remodeled into a single family home.

There have been many gatherings and guests in Brita’s house over the years. It is an extraordinary place.

Jomar, Bente, Kari, Heine, Me on the front porch of Brita’s house.

To be able to stay in this house and learn more of the history of my family was a precious gift that I cherish.

A fragrant rose from the rose garden next to the front porch.
The dining room with a view.
The updated kitchen in Brita’s house.