Helleren

At Jøssingfjørd in Norway, there is a place where a few houses are comfortably tucked under a strangely shaped cliff. In Norwegian, the word "helleren" is used to describe this formation of rock, and so this place bears the same name. People think these houses are about 200 years old, but there has been some study of this site and it is believed that there is evidence of human habitation going back 7,000 to 8,000 years. And why not live in a place like that? You don't have to spend much time repairing your roof! The houses are now a museum that visitors can go into. You are welcome to sign a guest book, and there are displays that help visitors know more about the site. The living quarters are small, even to Norwegian standards.

If you're ever on the south coast of Norway, you can spend a little time in Jøssingfjørd. You can learn about the sinking of the German ship "Altmark" by the British, and think about the rusting hulk at the bottom of the fjørd. As you continue on the road, you'll probably get the impression that the road is very very narrow, and you'll realize that you're far above the water in just a few moments, thanks to a lot of hairpin curves, with a tunnel or two thrown in.

Gustav Vigeland

Near downtown Oslo there is an expansive park, filled with sculptures done by one man, Gustav Vigeland. I think all the human sculptures are nudes, and they are depicting any human emotion imaginable. Some sculptures are solitary, lonely even, and some are set in relationship with other humans. The center of the park has a pillar that rises perhaps 30 feet from its base, carved from one piece of stone, showing the transitions through life.

This sculpture caught my eye. It's very near the center of the park. Notice how Vigeland has a handle on the shape of the human body. In this case, he is depicting a father, mother and infant. As I look at this photo I wonder to myself "where is the power?" Is it in the father, the most robust person in this triad, or in the mother, the one who bears the life of the child and is resilient, or in the infant, the one who has the most future? Or, is the power in the relationship that makes that little family?

The King's Palace

Oslo Norway

At one end of Karl Johan's Gate is the old railway station. At the other end of the street is the King's Palace, "Slottet", the residence of the King of Norway and his family. While walking up Karl Johan's, I remarked to one of my relatives that the King has a long walk when he wants to take the train. He (a career railway guy himself) laughed at that but said that the King does in fact take the train from time to time. Although, the King has his own rail car.

The rel's took this picture and said, "Here's the next king of Norway." Aww, they're just saying that.

Surrounding the palace are park-like grounds where anyone can walk. Huge trees that have been there for a long time, and a spirit of community. When the flag is flying full mast, the King is home. People like to hang out especially when the King is home. I guess personal tours can be arranged, and the relatives are excited to put something like that together for my mom and dad when they go next summer.

Gifts for the Fam

I would have loved to give one of these carvings to each of my Dad's 12 cousins still living in Norway, but I ran out of time. I got pooped out preparing for the other parts of my trip.

So, my hosts, and the female cousins all got a carving from me. These are called "Nisse" (niss-eh). They are little guys that go up and down the hills looking for ways to earn their keep, helping farmers chop wood or do other tasks. By nature, they don't let the grass grow under their feet. They're on the move. I guess you could call them "Wandering Norwegians!"

It was important to me to give them. What the recipients thought of them, now that's another story. Possibly varied responses, but my family has some quiet members so it's not fair for me to judge too quickly.

The style is called "flat plane carving", which is particularly Scandinavian. The artists who really do this well are people who are able to get the angles just right, so the shadows can play on the surface of the carving. Angled carving leaves some work for the imagination too, which I think is a good thing.

I'd like to keep carving and see if it can possibly be a lifelong pastime.

These are carved from basswood, and their staffs are made from myrtlewood which is unique to the coast of Oregon and northern California. The paints are acrylic, and the antiquing is a walnut stain mixed into boiled linseed oil.

Headed to Norway

Tomorrow is a big trip for me! I'm going to Norway to see relatives, and to visit the area where my grandpa grew up. I have many goals for this trip, many hopes and dreams, and I'm so excited that I'm crawling out of my skin.

Been learning a few phrases in Norwegian.

Deciding how much to spend on gifts when I'm there.

Getting gifts ready for the family there.

Making sure that I have my camera packed, my digital voice recorder, and my computer.

My grandpa came from an area called Sokndal in the south of Norway. He grew up farming with his family. The farm couldn't sustain the family, and there had been several neighbors and relative who already left for new opportunities, so he decided to emigrate to the U.S. There is more to tell about grandpa and other ancestors of mine. Stay tuned! I'll try to get some stuff up here on this blog. I've been keeping updates in other places for a while, and so this blog has gotten cold.