Bedtime “He was a great man,” Jon said. He sat on the edge of his bed replacing his day socks with his sleeping socks. The sun was below the horizon, casting a few final remnants of day into the darkening sky. Walden knew not to close the curtains. Jon was still able to change from … Continue reading Chapter 17 – Bedtime

The Sunroom Jon wasn’t ready to let the day go, wasn’t ready for his grandson to leave. He held his walking stick like a scepter instead of a crutch, striding slowly in lock step as if the two of them were paired, though Jon was slightly hunched over. “We’ll go there,” Jon pointed his walking … Continue reading Chapter 16 – The Sunroom

Kjartan Ólafsson is slain by his foster brother Bolli Þorleiksson. Bolli, filled with regret, holds the dying Kjartan in his arms. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laxd%C3%A6la_saga Laxdæla saga is one of my favorite Icelandic Sagas. Like many of the sagas many of the characters were real people and many were actual ancestors of mine. Reading the sagas is like reading … Continue reading Laxdæla Saga

Jon and Walden Monday evening – dining hall “He is like an infected wound,” Jon said to Walden. They sat together at a table on the far side of the dining hall. Walden looked across to the pair of old men his father was pointing at. “That Homesman fellow?” Walden asked. “You have to take … Continue reading Chapter 15 – Jon and Walden

Once there lived a woman at Hofdabrekka by the name of Jorunn. According to most of her contemporary neighbours she was widowed at the time, but many claim that her husband, Vigfus, still lived at her time of departure and that she sought access to his bed after her death. She was arrogant and very … Continue reading GHOST STORY – HOFDABREKKU – JOKA