especially about my parents. I have been traveling nonstop for days and need some rest. Perhaps, we could just stay here at your beautiful home and talk?” Kathryn tried to make the question a soft request, hoping to reach the determined older woman.
“Humpf. Young people have no stamina anymore. You will learn much about your family by getting out and seeing what your ancestors have done. The Fisherman’s Memorial Museum is a good place to start. I will have Mikkel bring you up some of his sister’s clothes. You will stand out like a sick walrus in those silly American things. You will feel more at home in your family’s clothes. Pass me some more of the rolls.”
Kathryn listened to the woman talk for another hour as the food was taken away. For dessert, a custard that was still warm was brought in with a beautiful tea service. This tea was like the one she had found at the bus station. Strong, but served with thick cream and a rugged lump of dark sugar.
Several times, Kathryn tried to ask a question or break in, but her aunt just rolled on with details that weren’t of her immediate family. Aunt Halla would point out that the floor needed waxing, which led to the point that they needed to go to the woods to find a good beehive buried in a tree that she thought might still be there since she was younger. They could get both wax and honey, but they would do that later. “There are the boat docks that are necessary to go to. There are lots of relics from the Vikings, of which the Marksonvens were all descendants, bless Oden and God.”
Aunt Halla finally quit talking and stood up. However, of course, she was not done. “Well, you have quite worn me out. I am so tired filling you in and answering all your questions. Look how late it is. I am going to bed because we will be up early for our trip.”
Kathryn just sat there with her mouth open as the old woman with the straight back turned slowly to walk out, leaving her alone at the dining room table.
The young girl was taking the last of the dishes out of the room so she decided that was that. Bedtime.
Chapter Three
Now here Kathryn found herself was atop a large stone monument. The morning had been a rough one, starting out with a loud lecture on the fact that she had overslept although her wristwatch said it was five in the morning local time.
He aunt sent her back up to her room with an armful of clothes from Mikkel with and instructions to hurry and change as she had already wasted so much time. Actually, she found the skirt along with the blouse that had a leather-looking belt comfortable. The jacket was a little large, with huge buttons that looked to be made from bone. The blouse was a light tan, but the skirt and jacket were dark brown.
The boots had sturdy hard leather soles without heels, but heavy thick stops that came to her knees. There were ties she could pull that would keep them up on her legs. Since they met her skirt, she was almost too warm when they started out.
They had hot rich tea and cold sandwiches made from the left over beef of the night before as Mikkel drove them. During the whole trip, Aunt Halla lectured on the history of the people they drove past. It was all very interesting, but none of it pertained to her or her parents. Her aunt seemed to have to spout words that Kathryn kept Kathryn hunting for any tidbits that might tell her anything about her parents.
She was surprised by the beauty of the site. This building was similar to a stone pointed monolith. It rose from a forest garden on the edge of a cliff overlooking the point where the channel fed into the sea. Using her dictionary, she translated enough to learn that the channel was known as Langerak Channel.
For her, it was difficult to tell the difference between the sea in the east and the channel in the south. The channel was so wide, she couldn’t see across it, and the choppy waves made the color of the water the same in both areas. Around the area, many
“Humpf. Young people have no stamina anymore. You will learn much about your family by getting out and seeing what your ancestors have done. The Fisherman’s Memorial Museum is a good place to start. I will have Mikkel bring you up some of his sister’s clothes. You will stand out like a sick walrus in those silly American things. You will feel more at home in your family’s clothes. Pass me some more of the rolls.”
Kathryn listened to the woman talk for another hour as the food was taken away. For dessert, a custard that was still warm was brought in with a beautiful tea service. This tea was like the one she had found at the bus station. Strong, but served with thick cream and a rugged lump of dark sugar.
Several times, Kathryn tried to ask a question or break in, but her aunt just rolled on with details that weren’t of her immediate family. Aunt Halla would point out that the floor needed waxing, which led to the point that they needed to go to the woods to find a good beehive buried in a tree that she thought might still be there since she was younger. They could get both wax and honey, but they would do that later. “There are the boat docks that are necessary to go to. There are lots of relics from the Vikings, of which the Marksonvens were all descendants, bless Oden and God.”
Aunt Halla finally quit talking and stood up. However, of course, she was not done. “Well, you have quite worn me out. I am so tired filling you in and answering all your questions. Look how late it is. I am going to bed because we will be up early for our trip.”
Kathryn just sat there with her mouth open as the old woman with the straight back turned slowly to walk out, leaving her alone at the dining room table.
The young girl was taking the last of the dishes out of the room so she decided that was that. Bedtime.
Chapter Three
Now here Kathryn found herself was atop a large stone monument. The morning had been a rough one, starting out with a loud lecture on the fact that she had overslept although her wristwatch said it was five in the morning local time.
He aunt sent her back up to her room with an armful of clothes from Mikkel with and instructions to hurry and change as she had already wasted so much time. Actually, she found the skirt along with the blouse that had a leather-looking belt comfortable. The jacket was a little large, with huge buttons that looked to be made from bone. The blouse was a light tan, but the skirt and jacket were dark brown.
The boots had sturdy hard leather soles without heels, but heavy thick stops that came to her knees. There were ties she could pull that would keep them up on her legs. Since they met her skirt, she was almost too warm when they started out.
They had hot rich tea and cold sandwiches made from the left over beef of the night before as Mikkel drove them. During the whole trip, Aunt Halla lectured on the history of the people they drove past. It was all very interesting, but none of it pertained to her or her parents. Her aunt seemed to have to spout words that Kathryn kept Kathryn hunting for any tidbits that might tell her anything about her parents.
She was surprised by the beauty of the site. This building was similar to a stone pointed monolith. It rose from a forest garden on the edge of a cliff overlooking the point where the channel fed into the sea. Using her dictionary, she translated enough to learn that the channel was known as Langerak Channel.
For her, it was difficult to tell the difference between the sea in the east and the channel in the south. The channel was so wide, she couldn’t see across it, and the choppy waves made the color of the water the same in both areas. Around the area, many