The local Swedish American chapter in Bemidji does a great job with the Midsummer Fest. A maypole is set up down by the Lake Bemidji waterfront. Vacationers and local people stop to enjoy the celebration. Everyone is welcome to dance around the maypole. I’ve even done it myself and haven’t been too embarrassed, I might add.


The start of summer holidays in Sweden

Swedes are fairly well attuned to the rhythms of nature. At Midsummer, many begin their five-week annual holidays and everyone is in a hurry to get things done during the relatively short summer season. Midsummer Eve is celebrated in the countryside − as always − and on the day before, everyone leaves town, everything closes and the city streets are suddenly spookily deserted.

The country’s main thoroughfares, on the other hand, are packed. Queues of cars stretch away into the distance, and at the end of the road, family and friends wait among silver birches in full, shimmering bloom.

Maypoles and dancing

Midsummer is an occasion of large gatherings − and to be honest, many Swedes take advantage of it to fulfil their social obligations so that they can enjoy the rest of their holiday in peace. In many cases, whole families gather to celebrate this traditional high-point of the summer.

Swedes like the world to be well-ordered, so Midsummer Eve is always a Friday between 19 and 25 June. People often begin the day by picking flowers and making wreaths to place on the maypole, which is a key component in the celebrations.

The maypole is raised in an open spot and traditional ring-dances ensue, to the delight of the children and some of the adults. Teenagers tend to stay out of it and wait for the evening’s more riotous entertainment.

I hope that you’ve enjoyed learning about the Swedes and why there’s maypole dancing.

Many thanks to the Swedish Midsummer site: https://sweden.se/collection/celebrating-the-swedish-way/article/midsummer/

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It doesn’t take a hero to order men into battle. It takes a hero to be one of those men who goes into battle.

Norman Schwarzkopf quotes(U.S. Army officer who commanded Operation Desert Storm, b.1934)


From what I’ve learned, it’s apparent that the need for honoring our vets came from the women. Those who survived. It also began during and after the American Civil War. Both sides had a need to honor their dead. The women would mourn over the death of their husbands and lovers, sons and brothers, fathers and daughters. They’d decorate the graves. This is why it was first called: Decoration Day. Leave it to the women to start something to honor their heroes who’d stolen their hearts.

A hymn published in 1867, “Kneel Where Our Loves are Sleeping” by Nella L. Sweet carried the dedication “To The Ladies of the South who are Decorating the Graves of the Confederate Dead” (Source: Duke University’s Historic American Sheet Music, 1850-1920). While Waterloo N.Y. was officially declared the birthplace of Memorial Day by President Lyndon Johnson in May 1966, it’s difficult to prove conclusively the origins of the day.


The spontaneous gatherings of the women morphed into Memorial Day, and it was used as a means to unite the country, and was officially proclaimed on 5 May 1868 by General John Logan, national commander of the Grand Army of the Republic. It was first observed on 30 May 1868, when flowers were placed on the graves of Union and Confederate soldiers at Arlington National Cemetery. The first state to officially recognize the holiday was New York in 1873. By 1890 it was recognized by all of the northern states. The South refused to acknowledge the day, honoring their dead on separate days until after World War I (when the holiday changed from honoring just those who died fighting in the Civil War to honoring Americans who died fighting in any war).

It is now celebrated in almost every State on the last Monday in May (passed by Congress with the National Holiday Act of 1971 (P.L. 90 – 363) to ensure a three day weekend for Federal holidays).

In 1915, inspired by the poem “In Flanders Fields,”Moina Michael replied with her own poem:

We cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.
She then conceived of an idea to wear red poppies on Memorial day in honor of those who died serving the nation during war.

Ms. Michael was the first to wear one, selling poppies to her friends and co-workers with the money going to benefit servicemen in need. Later a Madam Guerin from France was visiting the United States and learned of this new custom started by Ms.Michael and when she returned to France, made artificial red poppies to raise money for war orphaned children and widowed women.

This tradition spread to other countries. In 1921, the Franco-American Children’s League sold poppies nationally to benefit war orphans of France and Belgium. The League disbanded a year later and Madam Guerin approached the VFW for help. Shortly before Memorial Day in 1922 the VFW became the first veterans’ organization to nationally sell poppies. Two years later their “Buddy” Poppy programwas selling artificial poppies made by disabled veterans. In 1948 the US Post Office honored Ms Michael for her role in founding the National Poppy movement by issuing a red 3 cent postage stampwith her likeness on it.

The moral of this story: Behind every great man is an even greater woman!

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Minnehaha Falls


When recalling my childhood and one of my most precious dreams, I think of Minnehaha Falls in Minneapolis, MN. My folks brought us here all the time for picnics. There used to be an area called the, ‘deer pen’, and it was filled with them. The water flows from Lake Minnetonka to  Minnehaha Creek where it joins with the mighty Mississippi River. The confluence is near Fort Snelling.

I have a number of old photos of the falls. One is from the mid-1900’s with my grandma standing behind the falls with some other people. Now, of course, that wouldn’t be possible to do. Here are photos of early picnickers. IMG_005428472175_10213965022612772_6980510268159835098_n

Growing up, we had class picnics there, attended the Syttenmai (Seventeenth of May, Norwegian Independence Day) celebration, Svenskarnasdag, (Swedish Day) reunions and many other gatherings, or just go for a lone stroll. It’s so serene.


There’s also a statue of Hiawatha carrying Minnehaha across the creek, right out of the poem, Song of Hiawatha, by Longfellow. There’s also the old depot built, 1875. As if that isn’t enough, the home of John H. Stevens is on the site. It is purportedly the first wooden framed building built in Minnesota, 1849 or 1850. I’ve added a photo of the Longfellow library which was built similar to Henry W. Longfellow’s house. It is located nearby.




I hope that you enjoyed the little bit of history about the most beautiful place on earth. Where is yours? Write about it. I try to put some of my favorite places in my writing.

Here are pictures of famous people who have visited the Falls.  President Johnson, VP Hubert Humphrey, President Kennedy, Martin Luther King, just to name a few.








I grew up with two brothers, I’m the one in the middle.  Then, I had to two boys. Let me tell you—I know what the meaning behind April Fool’s Day is!

Mom assigned jobs, and back in those days, there weren’t dish washers.  Needless to say, I did my share of dishes. It could be my turn and my brother would ask to switch days, and I’d go along with him. Guess who ended up washing them?  My younger brother was quite a bit younger than myself, but when he got older, then he became a problem.  He’d tell me, I won’t peek or follow when I was with my girlfriends. April Fool’s! He was always around bugging me. Or, I’m only going to get one candybar and guess who would be out the extra cash?

April Fools, Barb!  Right, I thought! Payback will be tough, brothers.

Of course, I always believed them because they’re my brothers. Why wouldn’t I?


Fast forward to my own grown boys.  Now, I can sit back and laugh at the payback my grandchildren have done to them. I’m not sure if the payback makes up for the hose spray. Just kidding Mom!April Fools! Placing my Raggedy Ann doll on the toilet.  Hahaha! April Fools!

You pranksters, did you know that AprilFool’s Day began in 1392 with the Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales? Experts believe there was an error in copying “Nun’s Priest’s Tale”.  It said 32 days in March—which brings us to April 1.

There are accounts of trickery all through history.

In the Nordic countries newspapers have stories printed without titles. In 1857 England, tickets were sold for an event at the Tower of London, and it was a hoax.


It’s kind of fun to read about all the hoaxes and tricks through the years.

Have a happy trickster day!

If you have anything important to tell me, tell me tomorrow because I won’t believe it today!

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The Luck of the Irish!

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I always liked the color of green. Sometimes I wish for green eyes. I  love the Celtic music and wondered what green beer tasted like when I was growing up. The Irish always seem to have a lot of fun.

The wee ones are good babies. Do they drink green beer?


I’m Norwegian and Swedish, and believe in trolls.  It’s my understanding that there have been sightings of trolls in the Norwegian woods.  I believe it, because I may have spotted one or two when last I visited Norway.

I wasn’t drinking green beer or skol, I promise.

Those feisty little green leprechauns, I’m told, are hidden all over in Ireland. The plush greenery hides them and they come out whenever they need to cause a bit of mischief or are thirsty.



I personally believe that they’re still looking for that pot of gold, and maybe they’ll find it one day and move from the woods to a proper home.


So let’s enjoy the Irish and all the fun their culture has given us. Relax and enjoy a pint or two of the green beer, or whatever you choose.





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A few years ago, my husband and I were able to take a road trip out East. It was so much fun to spend time in Philadelphia and see the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall as well as the first post office. Hail to Ben Franklin!

After Philadelphia, we continued to Boston. Of course we walked the Freedom Trail and saw so many things, that it’s hard to remember them all.  However, I’d always wanted to see Orchard House.

What is Orchard House and where is it located, you ask? It’s the former home of one our most beloved authors: Louisa May Alcott. The house is located in Concord, MA, near Ralph Waldo Emerson and Nathaniel Hawthorne’s house.

On display were the dolls they played with as young girls, props used during their theatrical performances, original furniture, and a wonderful video about the family.  During the guided tour, I learned about transcendentalism, which is to stand up for equality and social justice. Ms. Alcott’s parents believed in social reform and supported the Underground Movement.


Ms. Alcott’s books taught us the value of family and working toward the common good for all. In Little Women, Marmie (mother) brings food to a neighboring family without expecting anything in return. The patriarch, Mr. March, served as a chaplain in the Civil War.

During the long nights of winter, why not purchase a copy of Little Women or rent the movie. Either version is wonderful. The first movie was made in 1933, the other two versions were made in 1949 and 1994. The 1933 stars Joan Bennett and Katharine Hepburn. The 1949 version stars Elizabeth Taylor, Janet Leigh, June Allyson, and Margaret O’Brien.  The 1994 is so delightful staring: Winona Ryder, Christian Bale, Kirstin Dunst. It’s a wonderful story and fun to watch. The latest version is so real and now that I’ve toured the home, I feel like I know the sisters, the Little Women.


Many thanks to Orchard House. Here is the link to their website. I encourage you to have a look and visit, you won’t be sorry.  http://www.louisamayalcott.org


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The long month of January


January is the Latin word for door.  It literally means the beginning.  You open a door and enter, which is exactly what we do for the new year.  January brings cold, wind, and all sorts of turbulent weather across the land.  The old north wind blows strong and hard up here in the northland of Minnesota.  It chills you to the bone and it doesn’t matter how many layers of clothing you wear, but I like it.  I truly do!

The snow twinkles across the yard.  I can look out my window and watch the wild animals explore the woods.  The Mississippi River is frozen for the deer to meander across.  I have seen a deer walk down the opposite side of the river, and climb up our side of the river.  The squirrels are busy scampering and foraging for nuts. While I keep an eye on the animals from inside my warm house, I realize that it’s chilly, and time to get cozy.

It’s time to cuddle up with a good book or two along with a nice warm cup of hot chocolate, coffee, or something else.  I prefer hot chocolate but when I settle in with a crochet throw around me and sip my hot chocolate, I tend to fall asleep.  When my nap is over, it seems it’s time for me to fix supper.

Reluctantly, I get started in the kitchen and have to set my book aside.  I know that I’ll return to it later.

The long winter evenings are peaceful and charming.  I look forward to them when summer arrives because the short evenings don’t allow read time nor a nap.

What do you enjoy about the month of January?


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