I can just visualize my Viking forbears sitting there,
contemplating the mysteries of life.According to the Great Book per Norwegian lore
(I have no idea what that is) my surname resounds through
hundreds and hundreds of years of history in Norway. Not for anything notable, methinks, but mostly because of luck in that a severe blizzard did not happen while they were in that outdoor toilet, contemplating what to do with their lives! While all the other Vikings were out pillaging and ravishing the British Isles, Europe, and Russia, and generally having a good time. I think my forbears missed the boat, so to speak.
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Anyway, as the millennia passed, my grandparents on my father's side migrated to the USA back in the 1870's. As luck would have it, they ended up in North Dakota, homesteading a farm
on the Sheyenne River, near what is now Cooperstown.
My mother's parents came from Sweden, and ended up in Moorhead, Minnesota. No doubt because they were conned into it by some glad talking Democratic con artist out in New York. While my mother graduated from high school, my father had to quit school in the 8th grade, to help support his family.
At any rate, my mother and father eventually met, got married, and their first home was a converted chicken coop. Now, I ask you, can a couple start out any poorer than that. They produced four children, of which I am the oldest boy. Through a hell of a lot of hard work and diligence, eventually, my father became a multi-millionaire in the true and real American way. Nothing fancy, nothing shady, just being honest and true to his word. Hopefully, I have inherited those traits.
