Monday, April 8, 2013

Reflection

There are four different species of edibles in that basket, Amelia knows them all by their scientific name.
We grew lots of kale!
Skiing was a highlight of our time in Sweden.


Sweden is a great place to have a baby!



Local "wildlife"
Taken about 6 weeks ago when she first discovered her hands were her own.
In our final weeks of living in Sweden we have been reflecting on what we’ve enjoyed here:
Amelia says, “The snow is fun and pretty.”  She declares herself a snow princess along with the snow palace we have built.
We are grateful to be living where we can ski right from our house into a forest AND from our house we can walk downtown and Chris can walk to work. 
A forest full of Vaccinium! (blueberries and lingon berries) and mushrooms!
Living among a society where earthy natural people are the mainstream.  Mushroom baskets and berry picker rakes are sold in all the grocery stores.  We were out with the Swedes picking berries and mushrooms! 
Chris listed Västerbotten cheese.  It’s made only here in Västerbotten county, Sweden.
Living in a town with a strong bike culture where pedestrian trails and bike paths are the most direct route to get around town.  It seems like the trails and paths were created first and the roads go around them.  We knew how to walk and bike to the hospital before Madeline was born but had to do a practice *drive* there. 
There is also an extensive bus system in and out of town.
It’s nice to have similar environmental and social values with the mainstream.
We have never seen a poor part of town or an extremely wealthy part of town.  The distribution of wealth is more even here than in the US.
Several holidays and weeks of paid vacation throughout the year.
It is a relief to not have to worry about health care.  It is available and affordable (close to free) for all.  My total bill for prenatal care and time in the hospital for Madeline’s birth was about $12.
We appreciate how family friendly Sweden is.  Parents have approximately 500 days of paid “parental leave” to spend with their child.  This paid time off is flexible, split between parents and can be used until the child is 8 years old.  I especially enjoy seeing how engaged fathers are in caring for their little ones; its encouraged by the government as families get paid more if the time off is split 50-50 between parents.  Childcare is subsidized and private daycares (Waldorf and Montessori) cost the same as the public ones.  Additionally, monthly child support is directly deposited into the family’s bank account until children are 16 years old.  Raising children is truly valued and supported here.
Amelia also said, “I like all the red houses because I like the color red like red roses.”  Red is a common house color and has been since the beginning of painted houses in Sweden.  This leads me to another thing we appreciate about life in Sweden… tradition!  We’ve enjoyed the traditions associated with holidays, seasons and food.

We have also realized what we appreciate about the United States while living here in Sweden.  Not only do we miss speaking the native language but we find the style of communication difficult here in Sweden.  Swedish people are not forthcoming with information nor do they go out of their way to be helpful.  Figuring things out requires much time and lots of questions.  We also appreciate the larger spectrum of choices in the US.  I’m looking forward to grocery shopping at the Corvallis coop!

Sunday, March 31, 2013

spring in Sweden



All of a sudden we are basking in glorious sunshine!  It seems like it was just a few weeks ago that we woke up in the dark it was dark again at 3:00.  Now the sun shines through the crack of our drawn down shade in the morning and it is light until 8:30.  Madeline and Amelia have been eager to wake up at 5:30 in the morning.  At least Sweden finally sprung forward and now the wake up time is 6:30.




A tradition on the Thursday before Easter is for children to dress up as Easter witches with skirts, headscarves and painted cheeks.  They go door to door asking for sweets, similar to our Halloween.  According to Swedish folklore, during Easter the witches flew to Blue Mountain in Germany to cavort with the devil.  I have no idea how the folklore turned into the Thursday tradition but Swedes do like candy.
The Easter witch reminds us of the Mrs. Thaw in Elsa Beskow’s book Olle’s Ski Trip.  Mrs. Thaw cleans up winter.  We are weaving together our spring story with the Easter witch, Mrs. Thaw, searching for Easter eggs and searching for signs of spring.  Yesterday Amelia found some buds about to burst by the (frozen) lake and after hunting for Easter eggs today we found a crocus blooming alongside someone’s house.

I jumped for joy over a huge pile of snow when I spotted the crocus.  Mostly we are finding muddy slushy snow and ice.  We are still happily skiing though.  We skied on the lake yesterday to soak up the sun and grilled out along the shore.  Suddenly 32F feels really warm.


















                                                           

    



  


Friday, December 28, 2012

Christmas in Sweden



Last winter, shortly after moving to Sweden I learned about Sweden’s Christmas tradition of watching Kalle Anka.  Every year on December 24th, the day Swedes celebrate Christmas, everyone young and old sits around the television to watch Kalle Anka.  Christmas Eve plans are made around the showing which has been aired commercial free at 15:00(3:00pm) on Sweden’s public television channel TV1 since 1959.  I was told that I wouldn’t see anyone out in town or cars driving on the streets at 3:00 Christmas Eve.  I didn’t exactly find out if this is true as I too was sitting around a television watching Kalle Anka this year.  The full title of the show is “Kalle Anka och hans vänner önskar God Jul” which is “Donald Duck and his friends wish you a Merry Christmas”.  It’s named after the Donald Duck’s 1944 cartoon called “Clown of the Jungle” but there are also other shorter clips of Disney’s classics.  I enjoyed watching Kalle Anka but I wonder why this became a Christmas tradition as most of the cartoons have nothing to do with Christmas.  
In any case, our day revolved around watching Kalle Anka.  Before the show we played out in the winter wonderland and made pepparkakor cookies for Santa.    Pepparkakor is a clove, cinnamon ginger cookie eaten year round but especially during Christmas time.  Yum!  After the show we played games, ate, and acted out the Christmas story.  Sweden’s traditional Julbord ('Christmas Table') is a smorgasbord, a buffet style meal.  Ours included the traditional risgrynsgröt, a sweet rice porridge with a single almond inside.  It is said that whoever finds the nut will be married in the next year (or get to make a wish).  I love that there are so many traditional foods in Sweden.  Have I already mentioned that there are several baked good days throughout the year?  Pepparkakor day was a few weeks ago.  Chris and I have also enjoyed the glögg, spiced red wine served warm.  Many Swedish families end the evening with someone dressed as Tomte (a Swedish gnome who protects farm families and their livestock) handing out presents and singing songs.  We North Americans saved the gift opening for Christmas morning at our own homes.  Chris, Amelia, Madeline and I did partake in our hosts’ Christmas tradition.  We acted out the Christmas story.  Rich read verses from the Bible while we all had a part and kind of acted and sang some Christmas songs at the appropriate time, like ‘Silent Night’.  Madeline got to be baby Jesus.  Chris and I were Joseph and Mary.  Amelia was an angel.  We found a book at the library beforehand to teach Amelia about baby Jesus before the “big performance”.
We truly are enjoying the winter.  It’s a winter wonder land here.  At least a meter of snow blankets the ground and the snow clings onto the trees.  Cedar wax wings and snow flakes put on a show in the sky with the golden winter light.  The sunrise melts into the sunset filling the sky with a rainbow of colors during the short days.  Fortunately we have an open space for building a snow palace outside our door.  From our door we can also ski in a beautiful forest and sauna and swim (in a blow up kiddy pool) right here in our building.  Life is good, and we’re having fun!




Amelia was so excited to get a My Little Pony from Santa.  We lit off hot air balloons on Solstice night and made wishes as they flew up in the air.  Santa heard her wish for a My Little Pony.

Amelia said something like, "She can't really open this.  I'll help her."
Madeline likes her Swedish nalle.


Thank you Grandma and Papaw!

We have continuously shoveled to make a maze of paths and there is a snow palace there by Amelia.

Winter wonderland.  The path between our house and the forest we ski in.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

the queue



A couple months after we bought a car the steering became difficult and we noticed the power steering fluid was leaking.  The car kind of squeaked too.  We were hoping for a cheap fix, that it was just a leaky tube and bad connection to the power steering fluid pump.  I dropped the car off at an auto repair shop after making an appointment.  I stood at the counter around 10:00 in the morning for a little while.  Someone finally emerged from the fika room to help me and take the car keys. 
So what is fika?  I’m surprised we haven’t written about it yet.  It’s a very important part of Swedish society.  It’s a relaxed time to sit down, have a cup of coffee and a sweet treat and talk among coworkers, friends, and/or family.  Fika time is typically at 10:00 and 3:00.  The word fika has been incorporated into my and Amelia’s vocabulary as we’ve enjoyed it at playgroups and home.  Chris’s response is, “How do people get any work done when they take so many long breaks – fika, lunch, then fika again.”
After a few days and several fika breaks the car was ready to be picked up.  (They had to order some tubing.)  They made the obvious fix by replacing the tubing; although it wasn’t exactly cheap.  Nothing is cheap in Sweden.  We also got the oil changed while the car was there and that cost about $100 (that might be a bit of an exaggeration).  Are oil changes subsidized in the US?  Why the price difference?
We drove off for the weekend to camp at a cabin with some friends.  The steering became difficult again and we left behind a puddle of power steering fluid.  We looked under the hood and the fluid was all over just like before and there was a lot of pressure released when we opened the fluid cap to see that the reservoir was low.  Unfortunately, it seemed like the pump wasn’t working.
            The car went back to the car shop.  When I called I mention that I’d drop it off in the afternoon.  They said to come after 1:00.  I made sure to get there no earlier than 1:30 to give them plenty of time for lunch break.  (I appreciate the fika and lunch breaks.)  I invited the auto repair guy to come out and witness the pressure release from when I opened the power steering fluid reservoir and asked him if he thought that perhaps the pump wasn’t working.  He decided that was the problem.  Back in the shop he gave me quotes on prices.  After telling him that I was hoping not to spend so much money on this car that we just bought he told me about a website that sells used car parts.  We’ve noticed that typically Swedish people don’t reveal much information.  We have to ask lots of questions or hope that conversations will reveal some useful information.  I found countless used power steering pumps on the website for a third of the price and realized that I should ask him to order the part for me since he knows about these better than I do – isn’t that his job?  I called up again and he agreed to do the order for me.  A week later the car was fixed.
I write about this experience as an example of how we perceive socialism (social democracy is more politically correct) is infused into Swedish society.  When I picked up the car the final time I asked if he noticed if there was anything else that might be wrong with the car.  He didn’t notice anything else.  Anytime I’ve taken my car to a place in the US they seem to tell me that there is something else I could fix.  Are those American capitalists trying to sell me something?  When the US car guy says my oil filter is a little dirty I wonder if it’s really a problem or they just want my money.  When I ask the Swedish car guy if there is anything else wrong and he says no, I wonder if he just didn’t look since after all I didn’t ask him to look. 
It might not be fair to say that cultural differences we find are a result of political differences but it seems to fit in some cases.  In general Swedish people and businesses seem less competitive.  People are more laid back to the point where they could possibly be described as having less motivational drive.  Chris has done several orders to set up the microbiology lab he’s working in.  He gets the impression that the person on the other telephone line may say that something is not possible even if it indeed is.  Rather than impossible he believes it may just be *difficult* to ship or order.  He’s on the phone because the business people don’t email him back.  He is of the opinion that people don’t actually want to sell him anything because that would make more work for them.  His supervisor, the PI on the grant, will rearrange the data collection schedule so that she doesn’t have to work on the weekend.  I recently had a conversation with a Swedish couple (who have family in the US) and they worry that the overall Swedish society may be getting… in so many words…lazy, because people are taken care of so well by the government.  Those were their words (summarized), not mine, and I don’t know their politics.  So far I’ve painted a picture that Swedish people have a poor work ethic.  Perhaps it’s more efficient to take a break and chat with co-workers during a fika break and then really get work done otherwise.  I do believe a balanced life can actually make for a happier person and family and result in a more “productive” person.  The other extreme is the Japanese culture where they work all the time because it gives the impression that they are always working, but I wonder what quality work they can get done if they are always *working*.  For the most part, I like Sweden’s system.  Too bad for me Chris hasn’t adopted the Swedish work ethic.  He is such an American or maybe he’d even fit into the Japanese work force.
Another thing we’ve noticed here in Sweden is that there are fewer choices.  Social democracy tends to create more equal conditions throughout society but perhaps results in fewer choices.  The competitive capitalistic market has a wide range of products to offer the diverse desires of American consumers.  There is a range here in Sweden as well but not as far reaching as Fruity Pebbles to something like sprouted grain gluten free vegan Manna bread.  Fortunately, the range here is on the healthier end but it can be difficult to find some fruits, vegetables, and meat grown and raised organically.  Health care is fairly streamlined here as well.  People are appointed to a designated health center somewhere in town and then receive appointments for their routine care.  For some reason we were appointed to a health center across town.  I, being an American, made the proper arrangements and filled out the forms to move us over to the health center by the university, an easier bike ride from our house.  When I call to get an appointment, they usually offer a day and time and I respond with, “Well, do you have Friday at 10:00 open?  That would be better for us.”  I have heard that Sweden is starting to have more choices in health care with privatization (for better or worse??).  Interestingly, there IS a diversity of political parties represented in the Parliament of Sweden and the European Parliament (thanks Wikipedia!): Swedish Social Democratic Party, Moderate Party, Green Party, Liberal People’s Party, Centre Party, Sweden Democrats, Pirate Party, Christian Democrats, and Left Party.  There are also dozens of other minor and local parties.  I’m impressed by these diverse choices.  Perhaps all the commercial choices in the US are a distraction.  Capitalism has not only infiltrated American society but created a two party political system, in which the parties aren’t that different as they are both heavily influenced by corporations.
We’ve also speculated that capitalism creates a society where many people prioritize looking out for themselves and their own interests.  We’ve noticed more structure here and that systems in Sweden are created to provide (more) equal opportunities among people.  Taxes are high but there are no or little health care costs and school (including university) is free.  We have yet to see any really poor parts of town or people on the streets.  We do laugh at all the queue machines.  The machine where you take a number to wait in line for help can be found just about everywhere you go: government offices, the bank, the pharmacy, the library, some stores…  It seems to be the perfect symbol for this orderly and fair society.
An American friend of mine told me a funny story.  They have been living here for a couple of years now.  One day when they were out grocery shopping they noticed that there was a cart not attached to the chained up cart assembly; they used it.  Typically the carts are chained together.  In order to use a cart you have to insert a 5 or 10 kroner coin to remove the cart.  This way there is an incentive for people to place their carts back into the orderly fashion.  Husband Rich was feeling rebellious and was going to leave the cart in the parking lot after unloading their groceries since he didn’t have a 5 or 10 kroner invested into the cart, but his two oldest sons (9 and 11) who have been going to school in Sweden for a couple of years straightened their dad out and demanded that he put the cart back where it belonged.  The boys are already Swedish! 
This blog all started with the car experience.  It is presumptuous to make conclusions based on one example.  Unfortunately, our car is providing us another opportunity to experience the auto repair scene.  The coolant light is on but the thermometer isn’t indicating that the engine is hot; so it's kind of complicated.  The car still makes some squeaky noises so I guess I should directly ask them to look at the brake pads too.  The car is getting checked out next week.  Cross our fingers we don’t have to sink too much more money into this car.  Perhaps we can find cheaper ways to explore the social differences here.



So like everything in life, nothing is perfect.  Each system has its pros and cons.  There are lots of choices in the US and a strong work ethic can help a person succeed in life.  That strong work ethic in the US may also amount to billionaire CEOs who get bailed out while your retirement money vanishes and if you get seriously sick the insurance companies may take away your insurance leaving you in major debt.  There are fewer choices in Sweden in many aspects of life and you pay high taxes here.  However, no need to worry about your finances in terms of education and health care.  Just go relax with fika and hang out with your kids during your föräldrapenning (paid parental leave).  Use the parental leave money and barnbidrag (child support) to pay for the sweet treats.
 

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

The earth is tilting!



End of July 10:30 p.m.
Last week I looked northwest out the window at an amazing sunset at 10:30 (my bedtime).  This week I’ve noticed that it’s getting a little dark before I’m ready for bed.  I’m turning on the lamp to finish those last pages in the book or the last rows of knitting.  The sky and light patterns are beginning to rapidly change.  There will be darkness tonight and in the early morning.  The sky never darkened for two months (end of May to end of July).  On June 21st the sun rose around 2:15 and set around 23:00 but for those two months the dusk turned into dawn before the sky had a chance to get dark.  I look forward to seeing the stars again but I’ve really enjoyed the many hours of sunshine extending our outside time after dinner.  Last week we were out picking blueberries in the forest for the next morning’s blueberry pancakes.

Living so far north has been an interesting experience for us all.  I occasionally hear Amelia up from bed peaking behind the blinds at a lit sky before she finally lays down for sleep. 
This past winter in January of February Amelia asked one day, “Why are there days?”  Sometimes I give her fairy tale answers and sometimes I get scientific.  I must have been feeling scientific that day.  We sat on the coach and I talked to her like a sixth grader.  I found a speckled ball.  I told her the ball was the Earth and a white spot on the ball was Sweden where we lived.  I continued by getting out the flashlight.  I turned it on.  It was the sun.  I showed her that the Earth, the ball, rotated/spun.  The time it took to fully rotate was one day.  When Sweden first began to face the sunshine it was morning and as it spun away from the sun it became night.  I guess I couldn’t help myself, I continued.  I explained that the Earth also rotated *around* the sun and that took an entire year.  I demonstrated and even showed her pictures on the internet.  I found some great sites on a NASA webpage, probably most appropriate for older kids.  Once again I continued.  I wanted to explain seasons so I told her that the Earth was tilted.  I got out the ball and the flashlight again.  I once again showed her where Sweden was, way up north.  In the winter it’s tilted away from the sun so it doesn’t see the sun for very long each day.  In the summer Sweden is tilted towards the sun so the day has lots of sun time.
Too much information??
At dinner the light was on over the table.  Amelia says, “The light is the sun.  My face is Sweden.  She begins to rotate in her chair.  When her face is facing the sun she says, “It is day time.”  She continues to rotate and is no longer facing the light above the kitchen table.  “Now it is night.”  She got it!
For several weeks she would pretend she would be falling and she would say, “The Earth is tilting!”  We’d say, “The Earth is so big you can’t feel the tilt.”  But she still likes to pretend to fall and say, “The Earth is tilting!”

She still occasionally comments on the Earth tilting and the sunshine during the day.  During the two summer months Amelia went to bed when the sun was still shining and woke up to a brightly shining sky.  Fairly soon the she’ll be going to bed with the sunset.

Midsummer’s Eve June 22, 2012




Midsummer’s Eve is one of the most important holidays in Sweden.  People come together to sing and dance around a midsummer’s pole and enjoy a picnic in the meadows.  Some people wear traditional folk costumes and many make crowns of leaves and wildflowers.  Like many other Swedish holidays traditional foods and drinks are consumed including pickled herring, new potatoes with chives and sour cream, strawberries and cream, and lots of alcohol.

This celebration dates back thousands of years with pagan origins predating Christianity.  Midsummer Eve is considered to be a night of magic and a festival of fertility.  The night is a night for romance.  Traditionally, young women pick seven different flowers and put them under their pillows in order to dream about their future spouse.  People decorate with greenery to bring good fortune and health to people and livestock.  Spring water and medicinal plants are exceptionally potent on this night. 

The church has attempted to co-opt Midsummer celebrations with the birthday feast of John the Baptist, but in vain.  In A History of the Swedish People Moberg appropriately titles the chapter of the conversion of heathendom to Christianity as ‘The 300 Years’ War’ as it took three centuries of crusades to convert Swedish people.  However, Midsummer’s celebration is one battle the church did not win.  Currently, Midsummer’s eve is a time for people to let loose and have fun.  Some of 
the songs are about sex and drinking while some are silly with silly dance moves like Små grodorna.  Picnic baskets are sure to have bottles of snaps, beer or flavored brännvins. 

Små grodorna Traditional lyrics in Swedish:
Små grodorna, små grodorna är lustiga att se.
Små grodorna, små grodorna är lustiga att se. 
Ej öron, ej öron, ej svansar hava de.
Ej öron, ej öron, ej svansar hava de.
Kou ack ack ack, kou ack ack ack,
kou ack ack ack ack kaa.
Kou ack ack ack, kou ack ack ack,
kou ack ack ack ack kaa.

English translation:
The small frogs, the small frogs are funny to see.
The small frogs, the small frogs are funny to see.
No ears, no ears, no tails have they.
No ears, no ears, no tails have they.
                                                Quack quack quack, quack quack quack,
                                               Quack quack quack quacka.
                                               Quack quack quack, quack quack quack,  
                                               Quack quack quack quacka.  



Thursday, June 21, 2012

Valle, Norway


“Chet, pull over.  Emily is getting sick.”  The contents of Emily’s stomach ended up in a ziplock bag and the side of the road.
We drove a VW van along a sinuous road making hairpin turns up a mountain and then back down again.  The views of mountain tops, lakes, rivers, and countless waterfalls were stunning but the route itself left most of us feeling queasy.  A steep road down the mountainside finally led us into the Setesdal valley, our desired destination.  We traveled a bit south along the Otra river and were happy to settle into a simple cabin in Valle. 

Valle, Norway has a population of about 1,300 and is part of the traditional district of Setesdal.  The Setesdal valley is separated from the neighboring valleys in the east and west by large mountain plateaus.  (Emily left her mark on the eastern mountain.)  The Otra river flows through the valley and south to the sea.  Setesdal valley is one of Norway’s most traditional and conservative regions.  Just like small towns in the US, the population is declining.  People are employed in government and community jobs.  A small hyrdro-power plant employs about a dozen people.  Farmers and herders must take on additional jobs to make ends meet.  In the global world, farm goods are not keeping up with the cost of living.  On the other hand, life appears to be good in Valle.  The air and water are clean.  The school kids have a trail up the hillside as part of their outdoor school.

Valle is infrequently visited by tourists; it’s not labeled in the guide books as a top destination.  However, my family was given a couple of books a while ago: Harstad Heritage and A Short Record of Some Familes from Saetersdal, Norway.  They include family trees, pictures and stories.  The family tree begins with Kittle Aanondson Harstad and Eli Espetvedt, born in Saetersdal, Norway (1834, 1837 respectively).  They emigrated and lived in Minnesota and North Dakota.  Their oldest son born in Minnesota, Oscar Andreas Harstad (1867-1929) married Carrie Fjeld (born in Valdres Norway 1874-1941).  Their son, Casper (1897-1978), is my great grandfather, the father of my dad’s mom.  Norwegian customs, traditions, and language may possibly have been followed for the first two generations but likely by the time Casper was growing up the Old World ways were forgotten; they were a new people, Americans. 

I feel it’s unfortunate that we American have few long-standing traditions.  I do like Thanksgiving.  It’s neither commercial nor religious.  Perfect for our family: celebrating a harvest festival with loads of yummy food.  I wish I would have asked my grandma more about her past.  I’ll at least have to start making the strudels she used to make.  Tomorrow we’ll celebrate Midsummer’s day with the Swedes.  They’ll have the traditional Midsummer pole, songs, dances, costumes, and food (strawberries and cream and pickled herring).  Now that I have a child (and another one coming) I ask myself what kinds of traditions I want to instill in our family.  We are not religious so we’ve been celebrating the seasons.  Doing art projects and crafts to reflect the changes of the year and putting nature based spins on the religious holidays. 

While living so close to Norway, I wanted to physically visit Valle.  I don’t know really why, I suppose it’s interesting to see an Old World connection even though I’m a mut.   Prior to our trip, I used Google Earth to fly around the Setesdal valley to locate and “see” the present landscape that matched the photos in the family books.  Upon arriving in Valle, I picked up a tourist pamphlet at Valle Motel and found a walk that began at the Valle church and went up the road to Harstad.  According to our family book Harstad was once a large farm several generations ago.  Over time it became subdivided and split among family members and now seems to be part of the town marked by a sign.  I asked the lady at the front desk for some directions to Harstad and mentioned my family connection.  She said she could call a Harstad in Harstad.  Even better.  He appeared at our cabin door excited and willing to tell us stories and give us a tour.  He led us up a hill and walked us around Gangshei, the farm where Kittil Harstad was born and lived with his family.  Five generations ago Kittil Harstad left Valle and immigrated to America to make a better life.  I looked around at the lush quiet valley and steep mountains and thought how wonderful it would be to live there.  I see the landscape and think about all the hikes, ski trips, and river trips I could do.  I have no way to really understand what life was like to survive off a small farm during years of famine. 

Vilhelm Moberg’s The Emigrants series has allowed me to read about fictional Swedish settlers that immigrated to America during the same time period as Kittle Harstad.  I picked up the first book about six weeks ago and had a hard time putting all four of the books down until I read the entire story.  Vilhelm Moberg is such an amazing author that his written words allow me to abstractly feel and understand the history.  These books have given me a glimpse of what life may have been like for Kittle Harstad when he decided to emigrate and tells of the struggles and rewards of settling a new land.  Kittle Harstad must have been successful in America.  According to the family books, he was able to send money for his other family members to immigrate to America and even sent money to buy food for people remaining in Valle.  

I highly recommend The Emigrants series, especially if you like historical fiction.  Vilhelm Moberg is like the Howard Zen of Sweden.  He has also written A History of the Swedish People.

We left Valle, Norway after only two nights there.  I feel fortunate to have met Tjornliv (spelling ?) Harstad and to have seen the sights imprinted in our family book.  However, I hope that perhaps I’ll be able to visit again someday and stay a little longer to further explore the landscape and to learn the traditions and customs of the area.

Perhaps some of the nature loving culture has been passed down to me over the generations.  I am finding that my reserved somewhat aloof nature is similar to the Scandinavians I’ve met and observed here. And I do find it curious how much I love the mountains of Montana and feel at home there.  Valle, Norway is strikingly similar to a valley in Montana.  As we drove away from Oslo and towards the mountains Amelia asked, “Are we going to Montana?”  We’ll be living here in flat Sweden for another year but I will do what I can to settle us back in the mountains where I’ll start making Norwegian strudels.