Thursday, December 13, 2018

NICE SURPRISE!

Hallgrimskirkjan.


                  STANDING TALL!

ICONIC CHURCH IN REYKJAVIK, ICELAND.



After living here in the united states since 1945, (when I
came as a WW.II War-bride) only in 2012 when Eyjafjallajokull erupted and got in the news, was my country, Iceland, really recognized, at least in central Illinois :-)

Before that, I usually got a blank look when I answered the, inevitable, question about my accent. Now it seems like so many have either been there, have a friend or a relative who has been there, or have Iceland on their bucket list!




Going back to my "nice surprise"; I was in Red Wing, Minnesota in October for my youngest grand-daughter wedding. As we were leaving the Motel I picked up a local magazine called "Generations of Today."

Later I was browsing through it and came across theses delightful photos and information!

I love surprises like this!



Sunday, November 25, 2018

NINETY THREE AND STAYING FIT - THIS IS HOW I DO IT!



I don't need to go to the gym - no special equipment needed.

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My routine; at least ten sit-ups before getting out of bed. Use a wall to stretch as high as possible, fingers spread, then stretch more! Stand on tip-toe stretch again! HIGHER!



Next, do hamstring stretches.







                                     Now do the plank and hold to count of thirty (or more)


After the plank, do the "dog" stretch, again for the count of thirty or more, same  for the "cat" stretch.

"Dog"  stretch     
"Cat" stretch.














Kitchen is a  good, safe place to exercise and do the microwave hop! While the  microwave is on the count-down  hop - dance- prance, then clap your hands!!!
     
Good exercise for strengthening legs and for balance!

Monday, November 19, 2018

OUR ONE AND ONLY, FOREVER HOUSE.





Over our younger years my husband and I  moved several times, like so many folks. The first few years it
was all rental apartments.  We did as many other



renters did; cleaned, washed windows, painted when allowed to do so...took good care of the property.

When, in later years we bought our first house, moved and started fixing up; painting the rooms according to our taste, putting in better insulation and so on...

The lawn was mowed, bushes trimmed... Again we were not alone in this desire to take care of our dwellings. 

What got me to thinking was how many of us are so careful to take care of our temporary living places, even though we'd know that we would likely  move again and again... 

But we are not so careful to take care of the one permanent dwelling we don't get move out of, and  get a new one...

Our bodies is the one and only permanent house we'll ever have and it must
last as long as we live! Just think of that for a minute...Are we really as aware of the need of taking good care of this "one and only forever house"  as we are on with our temporary homes?

With the house comes the need for power tools - lawnmowers, perhaps a truck, a car...All oiled - checked for good operation...

But what about our forever house? The one that has to last as long as we breathe...? Hmm? 

Friday, November 16, 2018

KEEP THE MACHINE MOVING, GO FISHING, CLIMB A MOUNTAIN, JUMP ROPE...

We cant live like chickens in a coop and expect to be able to soar the skies like seagulls...



I am far to busy enjoying life to be limited by my age. Whatever that means

Sunday, November 11, 2018

" TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH CAVE"









Indoor rock-wall climbing at UPPER LIMITS in Bloomington,
Illinois, in preparation for climbing down into Vatnshellir Cave,
 Snæfellsnes, Iceland.

Before we descended down the 114 feet spiral stairs, each of us
was given a flashlight.

We walked carefully, slipping and sliding about 600
  feet from the winding stairs we were instructed to
 turn off all lights. The darkness was absolute.


At first - so was the silence - but then we heard ever so soft drip,
another drip - then a slurp ...Someone cleared their throat...It was quite eerie at the same time exciting experience.

I appreciated the feeling as I was writing an adventure story for teens called "THE SILVER ARROW" and part of my story takes place right here. So does "THE  INNER SPACE ALIENS." Second of trilogy coming this winter.



By the way, going down was easy
climbing back up was harder :-)
Vatnshellir, Iceland













Wednesday, October 31, 2018

A FEW PHOTO COLLECTIONS OF A NONAGENARIAN...

 




THIS IS WHAT STARTED IT ALL! A MARRIAGE IN THE DÓMKIRKJAN IN REYKJAVIK, MARCH 25, 1945.

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3 BIG FISH ON ONE LINE, NOT BAD :-) IN SKAGAFJÖRÐUR, ICELAND


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LEARNING TO SHEAR ALPACA, EASIER THAN SHEAR ICELANDIC SHEEP...GRANDDAUGHTER'S ALPACA RANCH IN NEBRASKA.


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 POSING FOR MY 90TH. SHERIDAN HOUSE,
PEORIA, ILLINOIS.



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I KNOW MY BODY...WHEN THE KITCHEN STARTED SPINNING I TOOK BABY ASPIRIN AND CALLED FOR HELP RIGHT AWAY...MY TWO SISTERS SAID THEY WOULD HAVE GONE BACK TO BED UNTIL THEY FELT BETTER.

WRONG THING TO DO - MINUTES DO COUNT!


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IMPROMPTU DANCE WITH A STRANGER IN  A WINERY IN VERMONT, WHERE HEIDI, MY YOUNGEST CHILD, AND I WERE TRAVELING THROUGH.

WHEN I HAD THE STROKE THE DOCTOR AT THE E.R. TOLD ME THAT DRINKING A GLASS OF RED WINE AT NIGHT WAS VERY BENEFICIAL FOR LOWERING MY BLOOD PRESSURE. SO WE STOPPED TO CHECK IT OUT. FUN!

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BESIDES PAINTING AND "DOLLING" UP A GOOD HOUSE HAS GOOD INSULATION, WE MADE SURE OF THAT.


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THE LADDER WORK PREPARED ME WHEN ANOTHER DREAM CAME TRUE IN JUNE OF 2018...FIRST WAS PARAGLIDING, THEN ONTO ZIP-LINING AND THEN THE DREAM   HIKING TO KATLA GLACIER ICE CAVE AND TRY ICE CAVE CLIMBING!!! WOW! NEVER, EVER GIVE UP ON YOUR DREAMS.


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KEEP MOVING, DON'T  "RUST UP"!!!


 

"LUCK" IS PREPARATION MEETING AN OPPORTUNITY... 

BE PREPARED...




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Saturday, October 27, 2018

MY FATHER JONAS, A MAN WHO LOVED THE SEA..


There were two men who inspired me to live life to the fullest and not be afraid of venture, wherever it might take me, my grandpa (Afi) Bjorn and my Father (Pabbi) Jonas.

My father, Jónas Björnsson was born at Hámundarstaðir, Vopnafjörður, Iceland on June 13th 1887. He was the oldest of three siblings... Páll Helgi, a sister, Þórbjörg and a half-brother, Hámundur (Bjössi).

Grandpa Björn -Afi- raised his children (and me) with the saying ''old enough to hold your fork and eat, old enough to work, plenty to do around here", also, "Viking kids don´t cry!'' He combined farming and fishing, splitting his time between sea and land.

Father did not care for farm life, instead his love for the ocean was evident early in his life when he was able to swap chores with his brothers who liked farming better than fishing. He left home at age 18 and went to Reykjavik, the capital of Iceland, there he entered the Navigation School of Reykjavik. Graduating in the spring of 1924. After he and my mother married and had five children, he was pretty much gone fishing and we didn't see much of him. As the war raged on during WWII  we were in constant worry as he sailed across the Atlantic to England.

Of us five kids - three daughters the two sons - I was most like him and tried to imitate his mannerism. Even to the rolling gate of the seafaring man, much to the merriment of my siblings who would laugh, then imitate me imitating Father.

I was a married and living in America when I found out that my Father was quite the poet who jotted down lyrics at every opportunity; to quote a friend of his, Ragnar Eliasson, on my Father's 80th Birthday :"Jonas is a quiet man by nature but funny and happy in the company of his friends...Not a few are all the poems and verses this friend of mine has uttered at various moments..."
 I now have a few of his writings that I hope to be able to translate and publish...no problem for me to do that for my Icelandic friends and family!

The photo below is of trawler ICELAND II (Father in white shirt in center) that foundered off of Nova Scotia in a brutal winter storm in 1967 - all ten men perished. My Father was in Iceland at the time, but I didn't know that when I picked up our local newspaper -The Daily Pantagraph, in Bloomington, Illinois - and below photo was on front page as A.P. news.

It was one of my, few, awful times... so far away and communication at that time was really bad, it took all day for a phone call  from the U.S. that had to go through London, England, to reach Reykjavik, Iceland, where my family lived.