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A House is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body. ~ Benjamin Franklin
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Iceland’s earthquakes and volcanoes,
blackened skies, smothered crops, starved livestock
left already poor families
destitute, no means for survival
in a harsh unforgiving landscape
of glaciers, scarce arable land;
only rough terrain for the grazing
of sheep and tough Icelandic horses.
Canada invited immigrants
to settle its prairie provinces,
unite the country from sea to sea.
They needed farmers to break the land,
plant and harvest wheat, barley and rye.
They offered passage by sea and rail
and provided implements to farm,
tools and supplies to last the winter.
In 1900 they left their land
of fire and ice for Saskatchewan,
my Grampa, Magnus Ingimarsson,
and Gramma, Vilborg Gudmundsdottir.
In sea trunks their priceless possessions:
the Lutheran Bible, Prose Eddas,
writings of their distinguished authors
and poets. They had but little else:
household goods, language, culture, courage,
thirst for knowledge, fire in hearts and minds.
Their first shelter dug from prairie sod;
oiled paper, no glass for windows,
scarce logs supported sod for the roof.
The first winters were harsh with freezing
temperatures, driving snow, blizzards
so fierce they couldn’t see their hands
in front of their faces. Many died
walking from their farmhouses to their barns;
but, they persevered and made their home,
tilled the soil, planted, harvested crops
and, in time, became wealthy with food
and fire for mind as well as body.
Hi Melanie,
Europe is definitely on my agenda. When I go you can show me around.
Cheers,
Dennis
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Hi Melanie,
Thanks for the flowers and for your generous comments about Canada. I have spent a lot of time in the cities you mentioned and enjoyed them all. I’ve never visited Europe although I plan to in the future
I will wander your international playground later today. I love what I have seen so far. Thanks for all of your kind words and for taking the time to read my poems. I am honored.
Until later,
Dennis
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Merci beaucoup à vous, Monsieur Dennis! 🙂 I do hope you’ll come to “old Europe” asap… your roots and origins have always been here, I do believe they’re very important for our identity.
Friendly thoughts and à bientôt! Mélanie
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Hi Melanie, I am so pleased that you wrote about your travels in Iceland. I enjoyed your descriptions very much, since I haven’t visited myself.
I love your blog and, with the generous help of Mr. Google, will be able to understand all of your posts. I also love your images.
Cheers,
Dennis
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Thanx a bunch of your favourite flowers, Dennis! 🙂 My most recent posts have been written in English, my 2nd language and in French, my 3rd one… 🙂
You may have noticed that our blog is an international playground, a melting pot, the author-editor is a Romanian friend living in Israel who invited me to post everything I wanted about 3 years ago, which I accepted with real pleasure… I guess it’s been the only trilingual blog ever since! 🙂
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I love your wonderful country… I’ve been to Montrél, Québec, Toronto and Vancouver twice… A couple of “young” retired friends(he’s French and she’s Austrian) have just landed in Québec and they’ll settle there for good…
My very best, stay healthy and good luck in all your endeavours… cheers back, Mélanie
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OMG, Dennis! You did touch my heart… I do believe that everything happens for a reason… why?! Because I visited the South-West of Iceland in 2007 and I loved it! I’ll return to visit the North-West this coming summer… I miss Iceland, so I can’t wait!
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if you have some spare time and interest: it’s written in Romanian, my 1st language, but Mr Google is quite generous… 🙂
http://incaunipocrit.wordpress.com/2011/11/13/islanda/
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Hi Maryrose, I was always the youngest and the smallest in my classes. I put up with a lot of bullying. I changed shools six times, so I know what being the new kid is like. My mom tried to teach me Icelandic, and I did pick up a few words. I remember when I was a kid I asked her, “Why does grandma talk like a horse?” I don’t know where that came from.
Enjoy your weekend,
Dennis
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my first 5 years I spoke German, we lived in Germany(Army brat)
when we came state side I knew more German than English….
I know the ridicule..I was always the new kid on the block..when I graduated from highschool, I went in the Army…I had to fill out where all my schools were
I had been to 27 schools….whew! I was always the new kid LOLs…
now I wish I had kept on speaking German, but when kids make fun of you so much, you quit and my mom knew how hard it was for me…
what strange twisting lives we lead….
Take Care…
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Thanks, Maryrose, for your kind words and your kind heart.
My mother didn’t learn to speak English until she started school. Like many immigrants she was teased and tormented. She wasn’t called by her given name, because the teacher thought it too hard to pronounce.
I’ve been praying that Lady finds her way home to you.
Take care,
Dennis
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I like that though…food and fire for the mind
fire thawing out frozen thoughts hidden away because life just gets in the way
of living sometimes…
food…..nothing feeds the mind like the songs of heart and thoughts penned on paper…
Wonderful walk within your family moments of building a home….
Take Care…
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maryrose
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