Thursday, March 27, 2014

My Dad

In 1962 my parents immigrated to the USA from Norway.
Here is an article I ran across this evening, from their local paper in 
Kristiansund N., Norway, in regards to their trip.
That's me on my mother's lap; I was two years old.
What a brave endeavor!
Although I am perplexed at their decision and I miss Norway, 
I am grateful for the opportunities and 
especially glad that they immigrated; otherwise, I may not have met the NVO. :-)

My father had a bakery for several years in Norway and then in the USA for 35 years.
I was his apprentice.
He passed away 12 years ago in March.
My mother moved back to Norway.
I miss him.
I miss Norway.

Here's is one of the last photos of Mor og Far together:
They were happy.
They had a good marriage.

Thank you for indulging me in my melancholy mood this evening.
The memories are good.


21 comments:

  1. A sweet photo! It's hard to move from state to state. I can't imagine how difficult it must have been to leave one's country.

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  2. Dear Astri, Thank you sharing these wonderful pictures and memories with us. You have reminded me of a lot of things in my own life but of course putting my thoughts here will make a very long story. Maybe one day I will do something similar on my blog. Have a lovely day.
    Love from India.

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  3. Oh Astri, this is so sweet! I miss my parents everyday. I moved to the city years ago yet I miss the hilly and the mountainous hometown everyday.

    I can totally imagine how difficult it must be for you...!

    Have a great weekend.
    Hugs,
    Ruth

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  4. Sorry you are feeling sad today Astri. I miss my parents too. Hugs xxxx

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  5. What a lovely post Astri !! and what a lovely picture !! Being an immigrant can be a bit of a bitter-sweet experience. I lived in Ireland for 7 years and my heart was divided between Ireland & Spain every day.. . .
    Good memories are the best inheritance our parents can give us....treasure them !
    Love,
    xEva

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  6. Beautiful memories, Astri. I really enjoyed sharing them. The photo of your parents is beautiful. It's so hard when you're far from home and I too often fall into melancholy moods remembering home, the people I left there and the people who leave us behind.
    Have a wonderful day xx

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  7. A beautiful post Astri. Sometimes we look back and the memories are so vivid but we have to remember the good ones to keep them alive in our hearts.

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  8. I'm sad for you that you no longer have your Dad alive, but glad that you have happy memories and that he and your Mum had such a good life and marriage together. It is lovely to be able to share those you love, so thank you for sharing your Dad - and Mum! - with us. xx

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  9. Gosh...I too have photos like that..of me in a kofte...sitting on either my Mums or Mormors knee...even tho' I wasn't born in Norway...spent ginormous amounts of time there..as it was only quick trip across the north sea for us..being in the north of england....so I do regard Norway as my homeland too.....love the culture and the importance of family life which seems far more prevalent there....I miss it too...(((((((((hugs))))))))))) Jeannette(JANNEMOR!!!!)

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  10. You gave me goosebumps! Great post. You should frame those 2 photos together.

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  11. What a great picture of your parents, they look like really nice people. Thanks for sharing this bit of your history.

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  12. Such a sweet photo of your parents. I know what its like being an immigrant. I'm one too. I was also two years old at the time. I'm very grateful they made the decision. I think this country is the best place to live. Sweet memories!

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  13. What great pictures and memories. I came from Canada when I was 5. I miss it and all my cousins, and still have my Canadian citizenship. You do a wonderful job on your blog of honoring your heritage : )

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  14. How wonderful. I grew up in a state far from the one I was born in and where I spent the first few years of my life, so I can kind of relate to your feelings. It's so nice that you've saved the clipping, what a great occasion.

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  15. Er tilfeldigvis innom bloggen i dag, og det var interessant å lese om utvandringa og kvifor du og familien reiste over havet:) Eg har liten kjennskap til mormonar, men høyrer du framleis til blant dei?
    Her er våren i full gang, og eg håpar det vert ei fin helg med fjelltur og litt jobbing i hagen. God helg til deg!

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  16. I'm sorry for your melancholy mood. I hope you find strength and joy in your sweet memories. Thank you for sharing about your brave and amazing parents.

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  17. Thank you for including us. How brave of them to make that big change in their lives. I love a good love story, that lasts years and years. You are blessed to have two countries that you love.
    Hugs,
    Meredith

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  18. Thank you all for your sweet sweet comments regarding my dad. Warmed my heart!

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  19. Dear Astri
    Intersting article. And an unexpected reason for that brave move in 1962. A beautiful picture of Mor og Far. I understand you miss him. I understand you miss Norway even though you were only 2 when moving. I will always have an empty space inside of me. Sweden is the only place that can fulfill that space. But still I am happy where I am as long as I have my family. If I ended up alone I would probably return, like your mother did. It is not always easy to be an emigrant.

    Xxx
    Annette
    My Rose Valley

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  20. So lovely to see your parents together as you have special fond memories of your father in this month of March.
    I think that wherever we may live in our country of adoption, the heart always yearns for our country of origin. I feel it too!

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