I am from the large kitchen table, from Møllers Tran and a slice of bread with butter and sugar on top of it.
I am from the house with the RED entrance floor, in the middle of nature with the mountain behind and the forest and ocean in front and from early summer mornings at the porch slowly awaken to the beautiful song of birds.
I am from the rowan trees warped by the wind, early spring primroses, humming humblebees and the beautiful white birch, the foxgloves and a slow running creek.
I am from Gundersens and Nedrebøs from grandma Lava and Ingeborg who both was strong, brave, tender and loving, wifes, mothers and grandmothers.
I am from a less growing and more educated family, from a change in time and life.
I am from the observers and the crafters.
I am from a not religious family who strongly care for life before death, who care for other people, for nature and for ourselves.
I am from farmers, fishermen and entrepreneurs. From a little quiet place in the countryside. From the cream-cake loving and meat eating people.
I am from the mom who couldn't get a plane ticket and therefore hired a taxi to drive her home,( 600 kilometers) and who paid "one arm and two legs" for that trip, and together with her I've spent hours laughing at that story, and from grandpa that each morning greeted me with a large glas filled with 50/50 milk and cream and a huge lollipop.("that kid is so skinny we'll have to do something")
I am from a long line of ancestors many of them with strong and exiting storys, I'm searching the storys and will write them down for coming generations.
That's where I'm from.
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This was fun doing, I've spent several hours thinking back to my childhood. A lot of memories came foreward. Give it a try.