My dad’s mother — my grandmother and namesake — was the youngest girl of 11 children, six boys and five girls altogether. The oldest was Clara, whom we heard from in a prior post. In the course of packing for our move to Minnesota, my progress is being continuously sidetracked by finding old photos, notes… Read More A Letter From Nanna
Until I hit the photo albums and, like a damned fool, I open one… This is a picture of my dad with two Army buddies. Written on the back: Swimming at Kamakura Beach July, 1946 My dad is the one on the left, but the other two? No idea. As many stories as he told… Read More Packing for the Move, Making Progress…
Picking up where we left off last week, our caravan of Norwegians traveling from Decorah, Iowa, into the Dakota territories in 1861, had little in the way of drama on their trip. Nothing worthy of a movie. No Donner party mishap to report. Shame, that. And yet this next part of the tale is without… Read More A Good Long Walk, Pioneer Style. Plus, an Announcement
This is it, folks, it’s time for our Big Reveal! The moment we throw open our family closet and shine a light on that bullet-ridden skeleton we’ve got hiding in there. Just who is this infamous relative we referred to and oh-so-cleverly illustrated in last week’s post? I’ll tell you! Only first, let’s give a… Read More My Infamous Relative Revealed! Plus, Some Thoughts on Family Pride
Several years ago my older sister was complaining about how we weren’t related to anyone famous. “There’s no one we can brag about,” she said. “We’re just a bunch of farmers and teachers.” “Au contraire,” I said in my worst French accent. “We are indeed related to someone famous.” (Or rather, infamous.) I gave her… Read More Guess My (In)Famous Relative!