Norskes!

On Monday I drove up to the Minneapolis airport to pick up some special guests - Bjorne and Johanna -- relatives from Bergen, Norway. We had never met before, although they know my parents and knew my grandma well. Johanna speaks English fluently and Bjorne understand more than he speaks, so we had no communication gap. After showing them around our farm we went into town and I led them on a walking tour of my favorite Rochester attractions(Barnes and Noble, Gonda Building, Plummer Building, Mayo pediatrics floor and our former house.)

Bjorne plays fiddle and mandolin in a band in Norway. After supper, he and Rog jammed together. I dredged up memory remnants of Norwegian folk songs I had learned at Norwegian Camp when I was 12 and 13 years old, and we all sang them. (I am sure my lyrics were totally wrong and very funny, but they kindly didn't laugh at my singing.) My mandolin has never had such a good workout before!

Tuesday we drove back to the cities to visit my Moms's cousin Glendon and then they flew home. We enjoyed Bjorne and Johanna's visit so much -- I hope they return soon, and that next time their children and grandchildren come, too.

Johanna og Bjorne: Tusen takk for sjokolade. Det smaker!!