September in Europe was comprised of three distinct passages. First a visit to the ‘young’ cousins in Kristiansand, the Setesdal Valley, and Neset. My ancestral stomping grounds. Can I call it home, even though I didn’t visit until age 46? Yes, why not? It feels right, especially since most of the names on the mailboxes of my Minnesota childhood road were Olson, Nelson, Gunderson, and Neset so it seems my grandfather didn’t… Read More