The Old Place is the 80 acres of woods and swamp and fields where I was born: actually I was born ten miles down the road in Blackduck but Robert was born on this very land. It is, for reasons I cannot exactly explain, the most important place in my life. I was a very happy young child there, free to roam the woods with book in hand, or walk up and… Read More
To me it is beautiful here, where I grew up, just as it is: overgrown, collapsing, old timber and stucco buildings reverting to woods. The welcome wagon meets us on the road and then we just walk around and listen to our young voices echoing through the treetops.
It has been nearly a month since I left Norway. It’s been a difficult adjustment in some ways. Not because I’m on death’s door like returning from India but because I do love Norway and there won’t be so very many more visits to what feels like my ‘homeland.’ And returning to US politics is like falling falling falling into an honest-to-god cesspool. There’s no sign of the swamp Sleazy T. wanted… Read More
You are not in Norway anymore, Marjorie. You are home…home where Republicans roam with their guns and their gods at play. But this fall is heard an encouraging word…and the skies are not cloudy all day…. And where tomorrow evening I will be back home on the range…because Albuquerque is out west and on the range and I love that about it. Okay enough with the bad cliches and parodies. Right this… Read More
Well, yes, there are words. But if we’re talking nationally and, to some degree internationally, they are not pretty words. If we focus in on DC they’re the really bad words our mothers did not allow us to say. So instead of thinking about the negative stuff, let me close out my Time and Place blogging year with a few words about New Mexico and some family photos. I am happy to… Read More
Ah yes, time for another round of sentimental musings about my old home. And many photos. For this round of visits, instead of waxing lyrical over mom’s apple pies and the cries of loons on the lakeshore, and rehashing which of my introverted traits can be attributed to north woods isolation, I’ll talk about our land. My grandfather, Torgus Neset, purchased 160 acres of timber, swamp and small meadows sometime between 1910… Read More
I’ve saved the pleasure of writing about Norwegian friends and relatives as the wrap-up posts for this summer’s journey. Greenland was life-changing and London was brilliant but Norway, well maybe I can say Norway is where my heart resides, at least the portions that don’t hang out in Minnesota or roam about to the many places I love all over the world. With each visit to Norway, I feel closer to my… Read More
Seoul, South Korea where I am drinking a very nice white wine and lovingly stroking the Google letters on my keyboard and looking forward to a night with Surfy in my spiffy upscale boutique hotel room with everything working and smelling really good and all this shit in life I suppose we really don’t need but we love. I am at the Hotel ShinShin in Seoul and everything has been amazing here… Read More