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There is just nothing there. Had I a father to identify with when I was younger I would have been different now, perhaps unfortunately so. I received from my mother stating the army was looking for me. I wrote them a letter. I wish they would leave me alone.
My paternal grandmother was from Oslo and grandfather from Bergen. So I was going out to check out the latter-say saint. I never had a feeling for family, nor paid any attention whatever to the genetic and biological propensities of historical relations, seeing myself in the here and now, as the sole caretaker of my present responsibilities. 'I am not me but a historical museum piece', was not my cup of tea. If my ancestors were cretins, and I being a Nazi/Viking, then I should be the epitome of a pillaging ravisher. However I was anything but that. Perhaps I looked for Vikings in Norway, but if I did - I did not see any. I never was much of an evolutionist. I don't seem to have naturally selected brand brain-matter.
I heard a lot about Norway growing up, and had to eat Lutefisk - a Norwegian fish affliction, on Christmas Eve every year, although my grandmother did a fair job of it, something I and mine could not replicate years later in San Francisco, out of traditionalist sentimentality.
But my grandparents were always big on Norwegian bakery goods and condiments, which were good, although I was too young to appreciate them. And I heard a good deal of Norwegian terms and sayings, although now I cannot remember a single one. My grandmother seemed to like Norwegian utterance, mostly as under-the-breath avowal of displeasure, which tended to turm me sour on foreign phraseology.
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