Books in the Mail

Recently in the mail, I received a book from Norway entitled, About America: Stories of Faith, Struggle, and Hope among Norwegian Emigrants. This book was sent to me by my second cousin in Norway, Sigrun. Her nephew, Jarle Haktorson, finished translating this book from Norwegian to English in 2025. The book was first published in 1904.  

About America was written by Hans Seland, Jarle’s great-grandfather (Sigrun’s grandfather on her mother’s side). Apparently, he was a well-known writer in his day.  As stated on the back cover, “Norwegian author Hans Seland traveled across the United States to meet the early emigrants who had left Norway behind in search of a new life. From the crowded streets of New York to the wide prairies of the Midwest, he recorded their voices, their hardships and their hopes for the future.”

It was interesting to read the stories of the emigrants finding their way in America. Having a grandparent emigrate to America is a fairly common story in Minnesota. Many folks have a story to tell about a family member leaving their homeland (typically Norway or Sweden) and finding their way to settle in Minnesota. My own grandfather Torkel, did. He came from Norway in 1907 (after this book was written.)  

It was a fun surprise to receive this book in the mail. I am thrilled that, years ago, through my father’s ambitions, we reconnected with our family in Norway and enjoy good relationships with them to this day. 

And then…this week I received three more books in the mail.

Three books full of letters from my father from 1942-1943.

When my aunt’s friend died in 2020, her family was going through her possessions and found a stack of letters my dad had written to his family during WWII. We did not know the letters existed until then.

My brother, bless his heart, scanned each letter and complied them into Shutterfly books. They filled three volumes. It is wonderful to have these letters in book form for easy access to them. 

A page from one of his letters, dated May 10, 1942.

My dad was a prolific writer. We were reflecting on the large amount number of letters he wrote back home. But then, it was the most common way of communication at that time.

I like this unusual postcard of a night scene with moon, sent from Tampa Florida where he was stationed for a while.

My dad was in the army, serving on a medic team (not a medic himself.) He served in England and France. We have letters he wrote to his parents, his sister and sometimes his brothers. We can glean attributes of my dad from these letters…his humor, his love for his family, and his caring concern for others.

Discovering these letters was a beautiful gift. These books will be treasured.

Books in the mail…how fun is that?

Postcards

I have a renewed interest in postcards.

A few years ago a colleague started sending me postcards from her destinations on business trips, now she will occasional send one from a fun trip destination. I soon started reciprocating and sent her postcards from places I’d visited. 

A postcard I recently received in the mail from a friend.

Postcards do seem like something from the past…something people do not send anymore. They tend to send their own snapshots from their cell phone in an email or text message…and what can be better than that? Immediate messages and up-to-date photos. But postcards can be fun too.

I found the ZITS comic strip below amusing.

A ZITS comic Strip.

I began looking at postcards again while traveling, and I buy one or two to get a different perspective than I get on my iPhone camera but in some places it’s hard to find postcards. 

For instance, last week my friend and I went into a variety store in a tourist town and asked “Do you have any postcards?” No was the reply, and it happened a second time at the next store. As we continued down the street we saw a carousal of postcards and stepped into the shop to take a look. There were winter scenes and fall scenes but it was springtime and we were seeing such vibrant spring colors, but then we found a collage print and that would do. 

The homemade postcard of Galena.

However, the postcards seemed a bit different…a little smaller than normal and the back was blank…no “postage here” or a line separating the message from the address…so we asked the clerk and he said he made the postcards himself (and he worked for the Post Office so he knew the size was OK.) How fun is that? I bought the postcard and sent it off. The personal connection with the photographer made it so much more fun and interesting.

The postcard maker and postal worker. I got permission to post his picture but I didn’t get his name.

I will continue to buy postcards, and send some occasionally…keeping a few postcard stamps available in my purse.

A 100 year commemorative postcard for Rocky Mountain National Park…opened 1915.
A postcard I purchased at a museum store; a drawing by Minnesota artist Adam Turman titled: Cardinal
I bought this postcard in Austria featuring a painting entitled Portrait d’Adele Bloch-Bauer I (Woman in Gold),
by Gustav Klimp