Saturday, May 31, 2014

PANSIES


As I sat looking at Pansy faces,
I imagined they were dressed in fancy laces.
Some were stretching out so tall
as if they were ready to go to the ball.
One wore silk and one wore satin,
One spoke French and one spoke Latin;
and I was almost in a trance
when the breezes made them dance.

That little poem was written by me when I was in grade school.  I was maybe
10 or 11 years old.    I probably would not have even remembered it if my
mom hadn't had it framed with a picture of pansies.
Mom loved pansies, so when I plant them, they remind me of her.
I chose these at the greenhouse because of their vivid, contrasting colors.
I just hope that they will thrive for me - would love to put them in those tiny 
vases over the summer months.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Syttende Mai

Celebrating Syttende Mai at my great-great uncle's farm
in Canada in 1913.

Yesterday, we celebrate Syttende Mai in Dalton it was the 200th anniversary
of the Norwegian constitution.    There was a marching band, this Viking ship, and
people of Norwegian heritage, carrying Norwegian flags that all 
made the walk through downtown Dalton.

This wedding dress is from the Vang Valdres area in Norway.
My Dahlager ancestors came from Vang Valdres.