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My good luck continues. It’s still gray and drizzly just outside my vine-covered, thought-gazing window. Fortunately, leaves cover it just enough so it takes a while for me to even notice that the blasted blasting sun is out when it emerges. Which will be soon today the weather goblin tells me. But back to Sweden—but this will be short. I must move on. Sweden is different. So little of my DNA, such… Read More
The excitement surrounding the meeting of the Swedish cousins is based, in no small part, on my mysterious grandmothers, one Norwegian, one more Swedish than we knew. The grandfathers have been more easily knowable. In the case of Grandpa Neset—I lived next door to him as a child and I was able to find my Norwegian Neset cousins fairly easily. Getting to know them over the years has been enormously interesting and… Read More