@brittarnhild
Terje had to buy some building materials, he always has something going on. I decided to do a walk instead, around the church, down to the sea. Can you see that there has been a funeral recently? All the flowers are still on top of the new grave.
In earlier times people used to come to church by boats. My grandpa Johannes came from this area. We do have a few family tales, I wish I knew a lot more.
I sat down on the bench, wishing I had bestefar Johannes there with me. Listening to his deep, loving voice, letting myself fly on the wind back to his childhood days. His youth. The time he decided to do the extraordinary, to leave the village to go to the teacher seminary......where he met bestemor Ragna Josefine.
Are the tales all forgotten, or are there somewhere to be found?
In the wind?
In the sea?
In words?
In oral memories?
Or may be deep in my heart somewhere, inherited as a memory from previous generations?
