Picture shows front of left: My mother Lina Bringsjord and Aunt Annie Johnson from Arizona. Standing behind: Uncle Anton Olausson in Garden, and Uncle Thorvald Olaussen at Vollen.
Aunt Annie was a light and lively lady who in many ways could resemble my mother. The last time she was back in Norway, my mother had retired and lived in her newly built house on the river side of Europe's highway, E-39, crossing Bringsjord.
One day when Annie was visiting Mother, she had to return to young brother Anton in Garden for a short trip, and wondered if she could borrow her sister's bike?
There were many years gone since last time she was sitting on a bike, so Mother helped her in the beginning to get up on seat and find the balance.
There were many years gone since last time she was sitting on a bike, so Mother helped her in the beginning to get up on seat and find the balance.
"If I now avoid stopping, but keep steady speed, I'll be in the garden in a blink," she thought for herself as she rode up to Europe Highway. Admittedly, there was a car coming against her from Hauan, and in a short moment she considered stopping, but as the unshakable optimist she was, she stepped forward and strived to cross the road before the car.
The driver of the Audi should show respect for an older, nearsighted American lady on a bike, and now clearly on accelerating courses across the E-39. He should adjust the speed of the conditions. But Rogalendinger alerts do not work like this. They think they own all the way for themselves.
Only when the Sandnes-man realized that a lady on a crossing course could lead to unsightly scratches in car paint, he slowed down. But that was a bit too late. The car stopped within that junction missed Johnson's autopilot was tuned on. The front of the bike hit the front wheel of the car - and stopped. But that did not stop Aunt Annie; She was in a hurry and continued over the bike handlebar and over the front of the car and thumbled down into the ditch by Aunt Lydia's potato field.
There she lay still and speechless for a few seconds before she began fumbling after the edge of the skirt. The first words Aunt Annie said, when the family anxiously came rushing to see if she was still alive, "Oh my God! I hope he did not see my panty! »
"But did you not see the car, Annie?" Asked my mother upset as she helped her yunger sister to get her clothes on place and get her glasses back on her nose. "Oh, sure I did, but you understand that, Lina, I thought I'd make it".
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