Showing posts with label Daddy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daddy. Show all posts

Thursday, February 4, 2021

Hoops

 Hi All... I have struggled to write poems lately. Maybe you have times like that also. But recently I began reading A Primer for Poets and Readers of Poetry by Gregory Orr, and I found his approach so interesting that I have been able to try some of his challenges. So... without further ado... here is my poem... based on a memory of me and my father. It may amuse you to know that I ended up being the shortest of my siblings, just 5'2" in my prime. 



Shooting Hoops

I could smell his sweat as we stood
side by side on the driveway
Watch how I stand, he said
The ball swished through the net

I took the same wide-leg stance
heaved the ball and...
it fell short... Try again,
throw harder, let it go just so...

Me with both hands on the pebbly ball
Bend at the waist and swing up
When I made my first basket
sparks lit his eyes... That's it!

We practiced 'til streetlights came on
Mosquitos buzzing in the sultry night
He teaching hoops to his youngest daughter
Me, just a squirt, really trying.


© Karen Eastlund




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Thanks to Jone Rush McCulloch for hosting at




Thursday, October 22, 2020

Husker Du? Part II of Otto Evenson's Restaurant

Long before "husker du?" referred to a rock band, it was a phrase used by many Scandinavians.  "Husker du?" asks... do you remember?  Although I remember my grandparents and the town of Spring Grove, I don't personally remember the restaurant. It closed before my time. Still, it has been a rich topic of conversation with family members as I've asked... husker du?  Here are some of our stories.

 Otto's business evolved over its 40-year lifetime. Below is a photo showing Otto Evenson's Cafe in the early 1900s. 


By the time my dad was four or five years old, serving as the batboy for the the Spring Grove Baseball team as seen in this photo circa 1908, you can see at least one team member and possibly several are sponsored by Otto Evenson's Restaurant. No longer a cafe, it was now a restaurant. When I imagine sewing all those letters on a shirt, I have to laugh. By current standards we might name the restaurant Otto's, or Otto's and Etta's... and the name would be embroidered or printed on by machine. Not so easy in 1908.

Anyway, that's my dad, Emil Evenson, in front of my Grandpa Otto. Otto loved sports, but especially baseball. He often listened to games on the radio and attended local games whenever he could. Fact: The first World Series was played in 1903. Baseball was big...


Spring Grove was never big, but in the early 1900's it had something of a heyday. It had a baseball team, an opera house and it also hosted Chautauqua assemblies. I was pleased to learn that Spring Grove also had it's own cartoonist, Peter J. Rosendahl, who included Otto in some of his cartoons. This one shows a Totning festival... folks from the Toten area of Norway celebrating their heritage. Otto was a Totning, and you can see him in the middle right of the cartoon, standing next to barrels labelled Flatbrød and Sur Melk.  Flatbrød is a traditional Norwegian unleavened bread that has a long history, a staple food for shepherds, peasants and Vikings. The original ingredients were barley flour, salt and water, although over time every family made their own variations on this theme. It is served with just about anything, often fish and potatoes topped with sour cream. Otto may have sold it as a light meal, or as a sweet treat with berries and sour cream or "sur melk." From what I can gather, Norwegians love milk, cream, cheese, and butter... and more is better.



Speaking of dairy products, Grandpa always served ice cream at his soda fountain and with his desserts. The grandkids loved it! Talking about ice cream brought up a story about Grandpa Otto and an ice cream salesman. In the early '40s when money was tight, the Dolly Madison ice cream supplier came to the restaurant and took pains to show Grandpa how to save money by serving a scoop of ice cream that looked full and round, but was actually hollow. Grandpa watched, becoming more and more irate as the salesman proceeded. Otto Evenson's Restaurant was known to serve a good honest meal. How dare someone suggest he cheat his customers out of a full scoop of ice cream? He couldn't stand for such a thing! Otto took the salesman by the neck... and I remember that Grandpa had big strong hands... and ushered him out of his restaurant.  No trickery! Otto would serve a full scoop!




Located at Front and Main streets in downtown La Crosse, the Dolly Madison Dairy began in 1919 as the Tri-State Ice Cream Corp., a company formed from two earlier companies.

In 1939, the company’s name became Dolly Madison, in honor of President James Madison’s wife, Dolley, who was the first person to serve ice cream in the White House. In the 1970s the company became part of Marigold Foods and later was absorbed by Kemp's.

That's my post for today. If you missed the first post about Otto's Restaurant, you can find it here.  I'll share more about Otto and the restaurant in the future. Don't miss it, I've saved some of the funniest stories just for you.






Thursday, June 25, 2020

A Father's Day memory for Poetry Friday Round-Up


I hope you had a good Father's Day. Ours was complicated by both house system and car system breakdowns. Oh well... We still got to see most of our family, and we were thankful that everyone is well. And... we met the new puppies!

 

Evie, above, and Moose, to the right. Both are
Australian sheep dogs.


Grandpuppies!  Aren't they CUTE!!!






Since then I've been thinking about my dad, and about poetry that was shared in our family. A sweet little nursery rhyme/finger play came to mind, and I would like to share it with you.

 My father's side of the family was Norwegian, and Daddy had a little nursery rhyme/finger play that he would play with us in Norwegian.  When I looked for the Norwegian version of this rhyme, it became obvious to me that Daddy was a using  a blend of Norwegian and English. Nonetheless, I loved Daddy's version, especially because the third line sounded so funny to me.

Knocke på dør

Peek in
Snu på knobbin
Gå bayne in


Here's an English version with actions:

Knock at the door (knock on the child's forehead)
Peek in (carefully lift child's eyelid for a peek)
Turn the knob (gentle, playful twist of the nose)
Go inside (walk fingers into the mouth)
(Obviously not up to Covid norms. Historical reference only.)
Here's me next to Daddy.

I was delighted to find an English version of this rhyme in a Nursery Rhyme book some time back, but I have since lost track of it. If you know of any print versions or other oral versions, please share.
Here's one on YouTube with an added verse: Knock at the Door.

As I was searching for information on this Norwegian rhyme, I came across the poem below which Norwegians consider their best poem over the ages.  It speaks of a beautiful dream. I especially like the last line, and thought it a good ending for today's post.


Norwegian state broadcaster NRK recently asked its listeners/viewers to select "Norway's finest poem through the ages".
The winner was the poem "Det er den draumen" ("It was a dream") by the poet Olav H.Hauge (1908-1994) .
Here follows a translation into English of the poem, which was first published in 1966.


It Was a Dream
We all carry with us this dream:
that something wonderful will happen,
that it must happen -
that time will open,
that the heart will open,
that doors will open,
that cliffs will be opened,
that springs will well forth,
that the dream will be opened,
- that we one peaceful morning will glide in -
onto a bay we had not been aware of.
-Author Olav H.Hauge

Translated for The Norway Post by Rolleiv Solholm, Chief Editor. To be honest, I'm confused by this translation. The verb "to be" is used in the present tense in the title, so I would think it should be: It Is a Dream. But.. I dare not override his translation. Maybe he had his reasons.
Thanks for reading a bit about my heritage. I'd love for you to share something of yours in the comment section.


It is my pleasure to host the Poetry Friday gathering today. Please leave your links in the comment section and I will round them up as I can during the day.

1. Little Willow posts an Emily Dickinson poem at https://slayground.livejournal.com/906899.html

2. Molly Hogan shares some recent poems at https://nixthecomfortzone.com/2020/06/25/pf-dark-thoughts-and-the-danger-of-denial/

3. Laura Purdy Salas shares her haiku at https://laurasalas.com/poems-for-teachers/morning-haiku-poetry-princesses-poetry-friday/

4. Michelle Kogan shares her susurrus poem at https://moreart4all.wordpress.com/2020/06/25/poetry-friday-sounds-of-susurrus-and-giraffes/

5. Janice Scully juxtaposes the ideas of injustice and susurrus at Salt City Verse.

6. Carol Varsalona wrote about a relaxing walk near the ocean at https://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2020/06/wonderment.html

7. Kathryn Apel loves poetry swaps at https://katswhiskers.wordpress.com/2020/06/26/poetry-swap-from-jone-ruth

8. Linda Baie updates us and shares some Ogden Nash laughs at https://www.teacherdance.org/2020/06/poetry-friday-musings-on-our-world.html

9. Linda Mitchell shares prompts at https://awordedgewiselindamitchell.blogspot.com/

10. Check out Matt Forrest Esenwine's video for CLiF at https://wp.me/p2DEY3-2tU

11. Charles Waters makes a children's poetry submission  announcement at https://www.charleswaterspoetry.com/blog

12. Tricia wrote a triolet that combines both woods and susurrus at https://missrumphiuseffect.blogspot.com/2020/06/poetry-sisters-go-into-woods.html

13. Mary Lee Hahn tells history via cottonwood at http://readingyear.blogspot.com/2020/06/poetry-friday-sand-creek-cottonwoods.html

14. Irene Latham calls for submissions at   https://irenelatham.blogspot.com/

15. Irene shares a poem from her red collection at https://irenelatham.blogspot.com/2020/06/artspeak-red-girl-who-reads-poem.html

16. Margaret Simon shares poetry swaps and two drafts at https://reflectionsontheteche.com/2020/06/26/poetry-friday-prompts-gifts-and-poems/

17. Elaine Magliari posts a poem by her granddaughter at http://wildrosereader.blogspot.com/2020/06/my-cat-rudy.html

18. SaraLewisHolmes shares a mouthwatering poem at https://saralewisholmes.blogspot.com/2020/06/poetry-friday-susurrus-of-heated-talk.html?showComment=1593182902342#c8147522597988482233

19. Liz Scanlon Garton retells an old favorite at https://lizgartonscanlon.com/2020/06/poetry-project-june-2020/

20. Rose Cappelli writes about a treasure from nature at https://imaginethepossibilitiesblog.wordpress.com/2020/06/26/poetry-friday-a-small-miracle/comment-page-1/#comment-9894

21. AmyVanDerwater shares a poem about a concert to plants at http://www.poemfarm.amylv.com/2020/06/gran-teatre-del-liceu.html

22. Joyce Ray shares her poem of Covid's passing at https://joyceray.blogspot.com/2020/06/after-edna-st-vincent-millay.html

23. Ruth posts about the desert of quarantine at https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/2020/06/poetry-friday-deserts.html

24. Tanita Davis writes of the welcome woods at http://tanitasdavis.com/wp/?p=10474

25. Carol shares a chartreuse poem at http://theapplesinmyorchard.com/2020/06/26/poetry-friday-chartreuse-another-color-poem/

26. Susan Bruck shares poems and insight into parenting at https://www.soulblossomliving.com/the-conscious-parenting-journey-in-poetry/

27. Fran Haley shares her echo line poem at https://litbitsandpieces.com/2020/06/23/im-the-one-who-leaps/

28.  Find a poem of summer memories at https://mhshee1104.wordpress.com/2020/06/28/childhood/