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.