Thursday night I watched The Shipping News and that night a line stood out for me
What place on earth could be
the place your people
I was born and raised here in BC Canada. My mother and her mother were born here, her mother before her was from England but any family ties there have long since passed. My Grandpa however was born and raised in Norway, on a small farm on Dalsfjord.
My mom and grandpa just spent 3 weeks in Norway spending time
with family and seeing the country. We still have ties there,
growing up my taunta Ingaborg came and stayed with us and
through the years I have had the pleasure of meeting different relatives from this country around the world.
We grew up hearing stories that continue to live on in this
country which I can't help but imagine as a slower place to
live. Like the story of Bjorn Fjell (his real name btw
translates in English to Bear Mountain) Bjorn and his wife lived on the mountain near my family's farm and one very stormy day he and his dog went to the prayer house (this was before the church was built) and
not wanting to leave his dog in the storm brought him in to sit by the door. Someone else in the prayer house told Bjorn "You can't bring him (the dog) in here! To which Bjorn responded "That's OK he doesn't mind" The year was about 1850. Bjorn and his
wife never had children so they had no one to pass the farm onto. The foundation of
the house is still there but the land stands vacant.
One of my favorites though is that of my great
great grandmother. She married a man 20 years her
senior and when he passed on she married a man 20
years her junior. He apparently doted on her and
was very much in love with her. My mom was telling me that her aunt said now that is the way to do it!
So here is this country that I have never set foot on, whose beauty I only know of through pictures
and stories. But here is also a country that MY
people are from. I can't explain the connection I
feel to Norway because I'm not entirely sure it
Friday morning when I went to work my heart broke. I saw on twitter that there was a bombing in Oslo, Norway. The government building was bombed. This is the same building my mom and
grandpa had been in just a few weeks before... we had just watched the video of the
inside. My cousin Anna works just around the corner from here.
I couldn't understand what was happening. A terrorist attack? Why would anyone attack Norway? This peaceful country who take care of their own, where police officers
don't even carry guns.
Reports of 1 fatality, then of 4... People were still trapped that number looked like it was going to rise.
Then I really felt sick. Another attack, but this time on a youth camp. Kids being
shot at point blank range. A police officer? This made no sense.... Police in Norway don't carry guns.
By the end of my work day I heard that 7 had died at the bombing and 9 - 10 at the
camp. My heart broke for this country where my people come from.
I had read that a group called The Helpers of the Global Jihad had taken
responsibility but later learned that it was a Norwegian that committed this act of
In the end it was politically motivated Anders Behring Breivik who was responsible
for the deaths of 93+ souls. The atrocities of this will forever change Noway, the
same as the Twin Towers changed the States.
Prime Minister Jens Stoltenberg was working from home Friday and was unhurt.
Thankfully a lot of people weren't there because it's summer vacation and because it was Friday and they left early for the weekend.
"It is impossible to comprehend, it is like a nightmare. Words cannot express how I feel," Stoltenberg told a press conference Saturday.
I will just leave this with these words. Norway, place where my people come from, you are forever in my heart.