onsdag 30. mars 2016

KING BRING´S CONQUEST


KING BRING´S CONQUEST   

by Finn Bringsjord



King Bring ride over the "Kings Bridge" on the way to Bringsjord-Nes.
Painting by Finn Bringsjord

Although the story of King Bring goes back to the Merovingian time (550-800 AD.), it is still alive in Bringsjord. Maybe it's because he left behind two large and dominant memorials; King Brings tumulus and King Brings Bridge. In this article I will attempt to demonstrate that he left behind much more than that; King Brings Nes - a 245 acre agriculture headlands that we today call Bringsjord-Nes.

County Conservationist Frans-Arne Stylegar writes in The Book of Lyngdal - 2001: "In the middle of the field south of Highway E39 on Bringsjord Lyngdal is a mighty mound called King Brings mound. It is the large pile that it's taken a "chunk" of the north, and it is one of the finest and most monumental burial mounds in the entire South Coast of Norway".

John Storaker and Ole Fuglestvedt collected folk traditions of Vest-Agder in the 1800s. In the book "Folktales gathered in Lister and Mandal County", has the following to tell of royal Bring: "On the farm Bringsjord there once lived a king whose name Bring. On another farm; Opsal, also lived a King. These two kings were always in conflict with each other. Fortresses were built, one at Aa-Farm and another at "Fantekleiva" on Bringsjord. Tags for these fortresses seen yet. "

From the context, it may seem as if the battle between the two "kings" really was a struggle for power in Lyngdal. Bring ruled on the west side of the river Lygna and built a fortress on Fantekleiva. The fortress shall tradition have lain on the hillside in the northeastern corner of Kattenes. See satellite photo 2.

"Opsal King" ruled on the east side of the river and built a fortress on the Aa-farm. We must therefore assume that the chief here called "Opsal King" was far more than a "mountain king" from the upper end of Opte-river. Probably his power bastion was the big, old Aa-farm with their mighty burial mounds from Merovingian- and Viking time.

Storaker and Fuglestvedt continue thus: "Finally there came to a battel under the fortress of Fantekleiva, and there fell the king of Opsal. Of famous men in King Brings army mentioned Vidrik Verlandsson. He had horse grazing on «Vidringsholmen" located on the south side of Lyngdal river middle against Aa-farm".
The fabled giant Vidrik Verlandsson, is in the folk tradition one of the heroes of the historic Goths king Theodoric the Great (454-526). According to Edda was Vidrik son of the blacksmith Volund and princess Bodvild.


King Brings burial mound on Bringsjord. Highway E 39 in the foreground. Photo: Finn Bringsjord

In the work "Norges Land and people; Description of Lister and Mandal County" (1903), written by the versatile geologist and cultural geographer, Amund Helland, concludes the following about Bringsjord: "On the farms ground are many significant burial mounds." He emphasizes this later by adding that in Lyngdal parish is the "giant mounds" by Aa-farm and the Bringsjord.

And Helland continues: "Bringsjord is a substantial farm ... that in several areas makes it special. It should by tradition in the past have been the residence of a king Bring and are yet the largest agricultural area in Lister bailiff. A large part of the farm's fields located on the so-called Bringsjordnes, formed by Lygna- and Møska rivers, are by a dam wall or a bridge of stones, gravel and soil, called "King Brings bridge ', combined with the farm. To the farm belongs salmon fishing in Lygna and Møska. "


Bringsjord and Bank. "Gammelt elveleie": Old riverbed. Satellite image 1

Helland's description of the great flood devastation in September 1864, is in many ways a straightforward description of the topography around "King Brings Bridge"; the big dam of stones and gravel which today is called the "Bank":
"Bringsjordnes is on three sides surrounded by the river Lygna and fourth, northwestern side of river Møska coming from Kvinesheia. Only the northern end of the headland is connected with the main farm by a 250 to 300 feet wide ground “bank”. There has been an old - now dry - riverbed as about 120 yards beneath, united with Møska, which for immemorial time is closed up by the so-called "King Brings bridge". Over this led roadway that connected Bringsjord with Bringsjord-Nes".

And Helland continues: "By the floods in 1864 went the water level to 2 feet over this “bridge” and destroyed it almost completely. Only part of both bridgeheads stood back. Thereby a large part of Lygnas floodwater run through the old riverbed down to Møska and garnished great harm. The old riverbed was transformed into Lygnas main run".

Sigurd Eikeland wrote in the book "Lyngdal- from Ice Age to the Present" on page 127: "At its narrowest and lowest point between Lygna and Møska - the bank - have Lygna later least twice broken through and united with Møska - with tremendous power and major damage to both Bringsjord and Møskeland »...
"A large part of the bank, 16 fathoms (33 yards), was washed away in 1699. It was in former times laid up laboriously by farm people. Where bank had stood there was now 2½ fathom (5 yards) of water and strong currents. Unless the Bank was rebuilt immediately, would also the remainder disappear” and he adds:" They probably started reconstruction immediately. "
Eikeland mentions that he has information from "farm history" but also writes that the information contained in the "Lists sponsor exercise books Tingbok no. 24, pp. 439, 26. sept. 1699. It is only partly right when the news that 16 fathoms of bank was washed away, and the water depth at which the Bank was now was 2½ Fathom is from 3 May 1700 and are Tingbok 25.

Eikeland refers to "farm history", and I suppose he thought of: "Lyngdal II, Central part, Farm and people" of Oddleif Lian. 
It says on page 388: "The bank was washed away by a flood about 1680, or something before, and was not rebuilt until a few years out in the 1700s." One can put the coffee in the throat of reading such. Have Bringsjord-farmers for 20 years only had access to 245 acre agriculture headlands on Bringsjordnes with rowing boats? That this assertion hobbled will appear in the sequel: "In September 1699 did the inhabitants of Bringsjord get Thing witness the damage the floods had caused the same year. Again had Lygna grown so large that it had broken into the Møska and separated part of Bringsjord-nes. "

It is here evident that Lian lacking local knowledge; for ... as long Lygna not switch over to Møska, is necessarily bank on place. Where Lian has obtained the information that "the bank was washed away by a flood about 1680, or something before", is still unclear for me.
County Conservationist Stylegar renders Eikeland presentation with broad pen in The Book of Lyngdal – 2001 and adds: "The bank is probably what other sources called King Brings Bridge. It must have been quite a bit of a building, and we know that it was perceived as old all in 1699. No wonder that such relics attracted legends about kings and heroes! "

Lyngdals topography in Merovingian time

Let the mind go back to the Merovingian time (550-800 AD), and take a look at Lyngdals topography in the time before the "King Brings Bridge" was built; when Lygna freely flowed through "Old riverbed" down to Møska. I can then see for me two past images:
One is that Lygna splits in two. The rivers main run must then, as in 1864, having gone through "Old riverbed" into Møska. But a smaller run may have accompanied the current riverbed southeast toward Oftebro where it united with Opteåna. Together they then followed the current riverbed past Bergsaker and Grøndokka to Faret.

Then todays Bringsjordnes must have been an island, surrounded by large and small rivers on all sides. Since Lygnas main run has gone shortcut through "Old riverbed" into Møska, the island has been at least available from Møskeland and secondly from Bringsjord. Most readily available should the island have been from Aa-farm.

The second picture is that the entire flow in Lygna took the shortcut through "Old riverbed". Then today's Priests Farm (Aa-farm) and Bringsjordnes remained as a coherent headlands from rectory property to hang bridge at Grøndokka; one topography we might call "The Great Aa-farm headland"; a peninsula on three sides surrounded by Lygna / Møska and Opteåna.

I think most of the last image. But also by alternative one there is very little to suggest that "Nes-island" belonged to the Bringsjord farm. The access was much easier from the mighty Aa-farm. It could also - if necessary - to force the entire water flow in Lygna down through “Old riverbed” by throwing up a small gravel embankment.

We begin to suspect that King Bring hardly was made immortal simply because he won a battle against Opsal King on Fantekleiva, or because he build a "bridge" (infrastructure) over to his own "Headland Isle". No, when he recalls up through the generations, it is because he stood for Bringsjords largest and most important conquest of new farmland - a 245 acre agriculture farmlands.



The municipality stated that Bringsjord-Nes, drawn with red outline, is approximately 990 hectares = 245 acre. "Old riverbed", from the bank into Møska, is drawn green. "New riverbed", from the Bank to Opteåna, is drawn yellow. Orange arrow is pointing at the southern tip of Bringsjord. (Municipal map).


King Bring

Who was this King Bring? According to county conservator Stylegar he will be buried 'one of the finest and most monumental burial mounds in the entire South Coast”. It lay along with 16 other grave mounds at a place called Hauan just south of the E 39 in the east end of Bringsjord. The burial mound is probably from the Merovingian time. 
There should be found a double-edged sword and a single-edged "rider sword" in the grave. Two swords in a burial mound are very unusual. The single-edged "battle sword" shows that the buried had high military rank; commander on “horseback”. (Cfr. The findings of Illerup, Denmark).

In addition, it should be found ships rivets in the grave. One view is that the findings of par of sword and ship rivets in a tomb from this period can be interpreted as a sign that the buried was the highest officer (commander) of a group of "20 thwarts” rowing ships. 
This clinker-built boat type was in Merovingian rowed by 40 highly trained marines; two on each thwart. On Vollen, a place located on the ridge toward the Møska from Foleskei up to Kvernhus-falls, it is proven 8 mounds. Most are amateurish excavated and destroyed, and several could have held some rusty ship rivets without this has been emphasized. 
Probably Kvernhus-pool is the place where King Brings' "20 thwarts” was laid, and it also implies that the marines were placed in boat-shaped longhouses on the ridge toward Møska and that these 8 mounds probably have been the graves of high ranking military commandants.

The "20 thwarts” was in Merovingian a rowing ship. Only at the end of the 700s were mast and square sail adopted. Till then joined the Norwegians the ancient route along the coast to Gothenburg from there to cross the Kattegat through Læsø to Limfjorden in Jutland. Having rowed Limfjorden, they came out in the North Sea just north of the Wadden Sea, and coastal and river cities of Europe lay open before them. 

The Nordic boats drifted in summer primarily trade between the so-called "vic-towns" around the North Sea. (Qentovic share in France, Vijk bij Duurestede (Dorestad) in the Netherlands, Lundenwic (London) and Eoforwic (Jorvik / York) in England et al.).

Main exports from South Western Norway (Agder and Jæren), must at this time have been wool and woolen products. It was only on this coastal strip called "uteganger sau" (outdoor sheep) could manage to spend the winter on the coast and then pulled up to highland in early summer on its own feet. This gave opportunities for large-scale sheep farming, and thereby competitive advantage on wool markets in Europe. 
We must assume that King Bring have gone in alliance with the boss at Huseby on Lista on winter pastures, and with the chief in Eiken about summer pastures. So have the common herd grazing on Brings heathlands when they pulled up and down; spring and fall. How are we allowed to believe that cooperation in Lister County are of proper old date.

A common feature of most vic towns is that they lay near the salt mines, and then there is also close to ask; what would the guys from Southwestern part of Norway with larger amounts of salt? For that flock of sheep should not grow beyond winter pastures capacity and tolerance limit, had virtually all male lambs and unproductive older ewes, slaughtered in late autumn, and to preserve this' heap of meat through the winter and spring months, so soldiers in longhouses lived well-fed through dark time, was curing and salting of mutton a necessity.

Naturally we have not so many physical traces of this gigantic wool production in Merovingian. “Utegangersau” leaves few permanent marks behind. But surveys of pollen from this period show that deciduous forest disappeared and heathlands emerged from coast to mountain from Agder to Boknafjorden. It's just huge herds of grazers which for centuries to preserve the heathlands intact. When grazing stops, comes back woods.

Natural conditions must have left its precise boundaries, not only between the large sheep drives but also between power areas. Feeding grounds Lista / Bringsjord / Eiken, have probably been limited to the east of Lyngdalsfjord / Lygna, and west of Fedafjord / Kvina. Hegemony has certainly changed between Bringsjord and Lista, through the centuries, but I like to think that on Bring's time he was boss of bosses.

It is found four other graves by ship rivets Lyngdal; three Aa farm and one in Inner Skomrak. It suggests that “Uppsala King” at Aa-farm had similar alliance with Hundingsland / Spangereid and perhaps with the chef on Snartemo. Their grazing must eastward gone as far as the river Audna. In such an image will Opsal have a strategic position where sheeps drift have to split in front of Lenesfjorden; where one part go to Spangereid and another part to Hundingsland.


The north Sea, fjords and rivers make bounds between sheep’s grazing areas, and between power structures in the Southwestern part of Norway.

Oddleif Lian does in «Farm History" accounted for a total of 27 burial mounds at Bringsjord. In relation to the 10 mounts which are registered in Aa-farm, this tells something about Bringsjords greatness over the centuries. On site Hauan in eastern end of Bringsjord-plain, on the brink between Lygna and E 39, is 13 burial mounds and the remains of 3 mounds removed. If 16 generations of the farm's owners are buried here, it is a historic "rule of thumb" to indicate that the burial may have stretched over a period of around 500 years.

The most barrows lay on my great-grandfather, Abraham Ole-Jacobisen´s (1826-1890) ground. Son Emanuel Abrahamsen, who bought half the family farm and moved to Norbakken, opened one of the mounds in the middle of the 1880s. (See Book of Lyngdal -1993 page 40).
He wrote about the discovery to "University Museum of National Antiquities" in December 1885: "I discovered on my property a strange bunch." He began to dig in the mound and "after much work", he came to a square, walled grave where he found an one-egged sword, a Celt of iron (an ax which is hollow in the head and therefore the hilt at an angle bent shaft), whetstone, whorls and needle.
And he continues: "The tomb waiting in the east - west. Weapon likewise. Weapon grips to the east. "

The information that the dead were buried with their heads facing east, indicate - in my view - that Emanuel had opened a Christian burial of late Merovingian or early Viking. (County Conservator Stylegar proved in 2001 a woman's grave under the church in Liknes. The coffin was carbon dated to the early 600s. From the coffin location in east-west direction, he meant to determine that it was a Christian woman's grave).

Towards the end of the letter comes Emanuel with a mind of his time: "I have a little thought - if it could not be the weapon after King Bring - for here should not before have been found weapons." When one of the "pillars of society", my father's uncle and married with my mother’s "Aunt Malla", could write such a thing to the University Museum of National Antiquities in 1885, reveals a deeply rooted belief that King Bring once lived on Bringsjord.

It was hardly the kings grave, when discovery is likely to be done in a less central pile on the fields to Norbakken, maybe a few hundred yards east of the dominant mount called King Brings Mount. But that there were a Christian chief on Bringsjord, 2-300 years before the battle of Stiklestad, is suitable for contemplation.

The name Bring


Whether it is king Bring that has given farm name Brings-Jord (farm-earth), or whether it is the farms name that has given its name to Royal Bring to discussion. In the work "Norwegian Farm Names" (NG) by Oluf Rygh, published in the years 1897 to 1924, is for Lister and Mandal County processed by Albert Kjær (1912). Kjær lean rather to the last. He guesses that the name may come from the word "brim": and then not in the usual sense of the word; the sound of 'Sea surf on Shore, "but in the odd importance; "Smell of the ocean beach, tight smell of the sea." I do not have any faith that this guesswork is correct. There must be two to three thousand years ago one could sence the smell of the sea on Bringsjord. Kjær do not distinguish between Bringsjord and Bringsjordnes in its topographical explanation of the word "brim", which reveals fundamentally a lack of local knowledge.

Norwegian Farm Names (NG) in reality have a far more likely explanation for the name of the farm "Bringsjord" lying hidden in their database. When I summarizes the number of farm names in NG where the first term begins with Bring-, I'm going 23. Let us look at how the other name investigators in NG have interpreted these names.
A total of 17 farm names (74%), explained that Bring- reflect the word "chest"; breast. The name is used when "transmitted on a wide, curving protruding mountain." When three out of four Bring- farms etymologically reflect chest / breast requires strong arguments from scientists who believe that a place name origin deviates from this norm. Such arguments have not Kjær who guesses and presume. I think it will be difficult to find a more accurate description of Bringsjord mountain heath than the above description - where it between Homman and Kattva arches and propagates behind the protruding Vågefjell (=Bay's mountain. See satellite photos). 
It is noteworthy that Albert Kjær in NG, and Oddleif Lian in the "farm book," not discussing this obvious solution to name riddle.

We note however with interest that two Bring- farms researchers meant that the names reflect man's nickname "Bringr." This viewpoint leads us straight on to the most beloved explanation for the name Bringsjord.

Clear traces indicate that the Merovingian was "Bring" not used as personal names, but that epithet or function designation. The word "bring / bringe" can been used as the designation of a commander or king among the Germans. According to Falk & Torp: "Etymologically Ordbog" is "bringe" Norse for bull moose and etymologically related to brind / bredis who is Swedish / Baltic for stag; a Crown Deer. A "bringr" could in other words, denote one who was crowned.

Among old English crown jewels, found in the famous burial ground of Sutton Hoo, with 18 burial mounds from 500-600's, it is a costly scepter adorned with a stag. The famous helmet findings of Sutton Hoo and Vendel at Uppsala show that there have been close relations between the two locations.


Scepter from Sutton Hoo. Crown Deer was an old Germanic royal symbol.


King Brings Bridge


Let the mind go back through the centuries, and rave a littel bit about the time when King Bring ruled west of Lygna. One summer the king and folk hero Vidrike Verlandsson took a ride down to Bringsjord's southernmost border, who then went by the northern shore of the "Old riverbed." (See satellite image 1). 
Here on the river brink, on the place where it was kept race for young horses, and that was called "Foleskei", the King held his white stallion back and sat looking over to Aa- headland; the vast plains that Aa-farm used as pasture for livestock. The choleric "crown moose" was dark at heart over what he saw. Although he had to leave his own livestock on meager heather and grass pastures inward Bringsjord heath, and he envied "Aa-king" that juicy pasture land with all his heart.

World Habitual Vidrik, followed the gaze of the young king, and read his face like writing in sand. "The king can take Neset from Uppsala King if he will," said Vidrik, and let his eyes follow the traces of former ages meandering rivers in a landscape on the big Aa-headland.

"I have seen how several such landnám was settled in Tuscany and Provence." Now Brings interest was awakened, he raised eyebrow and Vidrik continued: "What if the king built a earth wall that blocks the riverbed here right before us? It will force the river to unearth a new riverbed across the Aa-headland, roughly in that direction! "- He raised his arm in the direction of Oftebro. "Such a earth wall would open the way for you to Neset, and forever shut Aa-yard out."

Kong Bring was a while sitting speechless. Why had he not thought of this himself? And why had not these thoughts come to the old chiefs who now lay in mounds of fathers? Eventually he said: "Good friend! Your wisdom surpasses both my - and my father’s wisdom. I was sorry for the wretched horse pastures I had to offer you and your party when you came to feast on my father's farm. But as you have seen, almost all Bringsjord is a large barley field. "Well honey-mead be brewed and enjoyed among kinsmen," said my old father. But I can promise you, my friend, when we have completed this settlement; Then shalt thou and thy seed forever be entitled to own horse pasture on my Nes.

The young king stood before two major challenges before the Nes was his; river Lygna and the king of Uppsala/Aa-farm. Let's look at the biggest challenge at first; river Lygna. Or rather, let's delve into and look at soil conditions around Lygnas riverbed.

Disregarding some pavement in the riverside as Water Resources Authority had conducted approximately 20 years ago; there is no stone of any size Lyngdal Plain. The Flatland was formed in ancient sea floor and consists of a 10 to 25 yards thick layer of gravel and sand. Here and there it may be many tens of yards deeper, something only seismic measurements can reveal.

But the upper reaches of gravel layers in Lyngdal sea pool has been formed after the last ice age. The reason I say that is that there are no visible “move rocks" on the plain. The huge stone blocks were transported forward by the glaciers, and dumped when melting withdrew. The blocks are numerous, in the surrounding hills, and even on islands out at sea at Korshamn. But the small and large rocks that once were dumped in Lyngdal Basin, we see nothing to - even where the river has dug 12 yards into the gravel layers. The blocks are there, but hidden under layers of sand and gravel. First, the day we uncover a boulder, which not rests on a protruding ridge, but on gravel, we can calculate the thickness of the layers that were formed after the last ice age.

Whence came it so, this amount of sand and gravel that postglacial filled up Lyngdal pool? Like mentioned; fulfillment of inlet basin must been made to the glacier for the last time withdrew. Then large bulk amount of sand and gravel that lay frozen in the glacier - and material from previous moraines in the valleys – have been washed out from nook and cranny and led with cascading glacial rivers into the fjord basin between Vågefjell on Bringsjord and "islands" in Hamran.

When so the oppressive weight of the glacier disappeared, the land has risen. Soon stuck gravel surface up above sea level and formed the dry land. This rise has continued to the present time. (Bringsjord- and Roms Letta is eg. 13 to 14 yards above current sea level). Simultaneously with the dry land appeared, began rivers Lygna, Møska and Opteåna excavate shallow riverbeds in the flat polder gravel landscape.

Rivers on sandy soils behave in a certain pattern. In technical terms, it is said that they form "meander rivers." A meander river digs first into the sand until it meets groundwater, and on Lyngdal Plain this falls mostly with sea level. Then there's nothing more to achieve by digging downward, and the river begins instead to dig out swings in the riverbed. "The reason why rivers often change rent in a flat landscape," writes Arne Heiseldal in Book of Lyngdal 1990, "is that it digs (erodes) the outside of corner, adding up material in the inner bend." And he highlighted the river bend just above the Bank as an example of this phenomenon. See satellite 1.

To have rivers dug and wriggled over most of Lyngdal flatland and transported sand out to Rosfjord and Kvavik and filled up the innermost fjord arms there. Since the landscape for millennia has risen - and correspondingly, sea level / ground water subsided - the landscape left behind on different plateaus. Where rivers have dug, we find the highest plateaus in places where they dug for 8-9 thousand years ago. In ancient Lyngdal Flatland are only the Plateaus on Rom and Bringsjord still virgin untouched by rivers excavations.
But how long does it last? Lygna graves still ridge toward Bringsjord from Navershølen to Bankhølen and are not the digging stopped, the river in the few thousand years have dug until Vågefjell. (Høl: a fish pool).


Here we see the Bank from north, from Bringsjord. Here goes one overgrown rode down to Bankhølen so that horses can get enough to drink. Photo: Find Bringsjord.





The bank, as we look to the right in the picture, forcing the river to swing down towards Oftebro be glimpsed in the background. Photo: Find Bringsjord.

One thing is certain, and so has the breakdown of the Bank in 1699 and 1864 demonstrated, it's no use trying to build an embankment of gravel and sand while the river flows over the filling. Then the waters continuously move the gravel downward toward Møska. Heavier "patron" required - and such does not exist in Lyngdal flatland. The nearest access to quantities of stone large enough to not be moved by a lazy summer river, existed in Homman, on the east side of Skolandsvannet. (See satellite image 2).

Let us return to Bring and Vidrik and major visions they shared a summer night on Foleskei. King and legend slipped down the high brink of the river and began to aim and measure at the lowest point Aa-headland. After a while they were able to conclude such; a dam wall that towered 10 feet from the riverbed, will be high enough that bent river water begin to ran toward Oftebro. Lygnas digging in the new river bed - through peat and gravel - will slowly but surely lowering the water level in front of the dam wall, and Brings people can then leisurely fill up a mound of gravel and sand so wide and tall and big and strong that it will stand against what might come of what in 1699 termed "excess Wather."

The danger was obvious that Uppsala King would come from Aa-farm with his men and raze dam while work was in progress. It was therefore important for the feisty "crown moose" to cool down. "Sooner or later, Aa-king understands what is going on," said Vidrike, "no later than when the river flows straight across Aa-headland against Oftebro. But it's important that he gets as little time as possible to collect army." Bring famously agreed to this and they decided that for the time being they would keep the project secret.

The autumn spoke King Bring to his soldiers, young rowers with bulging arm muscles and said that he would erect a fort on Foleskei and that they this winter would drive up the stone and some lumber to this edifice. And so it was. Half a dozen ox sleds went shuttled on ice from scree in Homman to brink against Nes with large guard stones. And other crews drove a horse-drawn sleigh large pine logs to the brink of Foleskei.

Out in early summer next year, when most of Aa-king marines had staffed his "20-thwarts” and set course towards cities like Qentovic and Lundenwic, gathered Bring his men and informed them that the trade trip to the North Sea towns this summer was canceled for one of his "20 thwarts”: " the reason is that we should build a dam wall across river Lygna to the Aa headland at Foleskei. It is something we must do in the summer when there is little water in the river. " He noted that the elderly, veterans, nodded understandingly, before he continued: "There is one more thing I must entrust you; the stones you drove up in winter, should not be used for the construction of a fort, as it has been said, but the construction of the dam wall – to build a "bridge" over to headland. "

We do not know how Vidrik and Bring built the first earth-bridge (=Bank) across the headland. For the Bank has at least twice since been torn down by the great flood, and rebuilt. What we can be sure of is that the first Bank was built unilaterally out of a bridgehead on Bringsjord side, as it was only from that side entrepreneurs had access to manpower and materiel.

A section through the current Bank shows that it is distinctly trapezoidal. In relation to the growling road at the top, the dam two to three times as wide in the base. (See photo). This is to some extent Water Resources Authoritys stone laying at Bank slope ca. 20 years ago. Today's damwall, from 1865, is also markedly curved towards the river and water. Both are fully in line with modern constructing. From my boyhood I remember that there was stone in the base of the Bank. There were stones brought in from rockery. The stone was not soldered up in a wall or in a stone fence, but carried more signs of being dumped; as in a rock-fill. Then they filled in with coarse gravel, which despite the current, have settled between the big rocks. To have a 10 feet high and 300 feet wide layers of stone, gravel, peat and sand grown as a "breakwater" beyond the river from the bridgehead on Bringsjord page. Of filler at least 95% must be taken straight from Foleskei.

Summer days with little water flow in the river, this has gone well, until there remained a few three-yard open rivers between the pier and Aa-headland. Water flows through the narrow opening must have been so vehement that the river began to dig into the river brink of Nes. Then it began to rush for King Bring. A new bridgehead at Aa-headland had to be ensured - and the Bank has to be completed - before new rains flooded down. Pine logs were run up on the breakwater to be raised at the end and flipped over to the river brink of headland. Then the alarm went off.

Battle of Fantekleiva


A guard who was stationed in Hauan, came galloping and told the king that an army is gathered in the yard to the State farm. The young king ascended on his prancing white stallion and waved battle sword high above his head, and soldiers dropped everything they had in their hands and gathered around him.

So spoke Bring: "Uppsala King has collected army at Aa farm, ready for battle. The match will now stand on the right to pasture on Aa-headland. If we win today, we will in the coming days to close this riverbed and force Lygna to take another run across the Aa-headland to Oftebro. Then the river will cut the headland in two parts, and the biggest part is our "! He theatrical swung his battle sword of a rushing cut in direction Oftebro. Then he calmed himself and stallion down a few notches and continued: "Before the new moon is to be seen, outer part shall no longer be called Aa-headland, but Bringsjord-Nes. And so I promise: Next summer, every man letting his horses run free outside on Bringsjord-Nes while we together rudder to London and York. "

As soon as the excitement had subsided, gave King Bring order for the men to go to the longhouse and gearing up for war. Then they were to meet in front of the King's palace.
There were two fords Uppsala King could avail of to Bringsjord; "Kjørva" and "Kattva". Kjørva lay at the bottom of Døldegrova at mid Bringsjord. The name is probably a contraction of the word "kjørevad"; a vade whose normal water level can be crossed by horse and carriage. Døldegrov-road, which goes down to Kjørva discussed in replacement in 1850, but the road is probably many centuries older.


Homman marked with white arrows. Kattva and Fantekleiva are marked with red arrow. Døldegrova and Kjørva are marked with yellow arrow. (Satellite image 2)

Kattva lay deep in northeastern end of Lyngdal flatland, where Lygna meetings plains. On the east side of the river; is the Aa-farm located Skrumoen, and on Bringsjord riverside is Kattenes, and from there comes the name Kattva. (See Satellite image 2. The name Kattenes may be related to "Caithness" Viking Norse name for the northeastern part of Scotland, but it is uncertain).

As mentioned before wrote Storaker and Fuglestvedt in their account of King Bring: "Fortresses were built, one at Aa-farm and Fantekleiva on Bringsjord. Tags for these fortresses seen yet." And they continued thus: "Finally it came to a battle on Fantekleiva, and there fell king of Opsal."

Since "Fantekleiva" is located in the hillside just above Kattva, it is obvius that it was there Uppsala King with his army crossed Lygna. They must have received a warm welcome from King Brings highly trained soldiers up in the fortress; heavy javelin with barbs tickled through shields of the attackers and did shields impossible to handle. 
Accordingly, they stood almost without protection against arrow rain that followed. And worse was to go.

Storaker and Fuglestvedt writes that «traces after these fortresses seen yet." I think it is somewhat exaggerated. At least it's not weird marks a castle in Fantekleiva. But down at the roadway in the bottom of the Slope is a large pebble in trench edge. It was this stone so-called "Fantekleiv grind" was attached. (The gate was called so in the shift of 1862). Along the road are also larger and smaller stones laid up in a fence, which may indicate that the fortress has been a window dressing, a "mock castle" which was turned into a deadly rockslide when the enemy attacks on a broad front.

How Uppsala King was killed does not the legend say anything about. But on Bringsjord it was told that Vidrike Verlandsson killed him with his mighty battel sword a masterpiece forged by Volund blacksmith, Vidriks father. He should have cleft Uppsala King in half, as he contemptuously exclaimed, "the weakling own no bones at all." (See Book of Lyngdal - 2012 page 33).
But this has been rejected by one Opsahl man with access to Grimberg's historic works in 21 volumes. He points out that it was Vidriks lord and master; Theodoric the Great, who made this remark when he Ravenna cleaved Italian royal Odovacar in two with his battel sword. Yes, yes? We'll say the same as Peer Gynt said mother Åse: "Such things could happen more than once."


The large the settlement


Of which everything was; the young King Bring stood again triumphing in valence, and well before the new moon was the Kings Bridge to Bringsjord-Nes finished. When they had first built a makeshift footbridge of solid pine logs from the pier over to Bringsjord-Nes, and filled up the remaining riverbed with all they had left of stones from Homman. Then they sat down two solid gate poles as the top attached to the footbridge. Then sealed the well again on both sides of the portal, but left river water drop through the 3 yards wide door opening.

Finally came the D-Day and the closed gate with a "lock-limb" of logs covered in front with overlapping sheepskin. Then the "Old riverbed" went dry. Again got all man speeds up and riverbed behind the sluice gate was filled with gravel and sand right up to the "footbridge". Then could all wood be removed.

Meanwhile rose water in front of the dam, and tension rose in entrepreneurs. Was Vidriks primitive level to trust? Would Lygna soon overflow Banken down to Møska like before - or would the river "turn off" and flood across the Aa-headland to Opteåna? Fortunately for Bringsjord-people she chose the latter.


With great pump and circumstance, and with copious volumes of honey mixed mead, was 990 acre Bringsjord-Nes incorporated in King Brings old farm. It was a bitter pill to swallow for Aa-farm chiefs, and over the centuries has hostilities continued about fishing rights in Lygna, the border river between farms. 
For King Bring should also have credit that he had made two new salmon pool in Lygna. One dug currents and ice drift out front of the bridge he built; called Bank Hølen. The other dug river out in front of Oftebro hillside and called Node Hølen.

The dispute about salmon fishing in these pools lasted 400 years. First in 1956, was it settled with verdict in the Supreme Court of Norway. It gave farmers of Bringsjord entitled to all fishing in both pools, including exclusive rights to angling in the pools - from both riverbanks.



The picture was taken from Møskeland under a flood 6th Dec. 2015 Blue Arrow; Lygna. Red arrow; Bank. Green arrow; Møska. Yellow arrow; "Old riverbed." Photo: Anne Therese Benestvedt Bo




This story was printed in the newspaper "Lister" Saturday 19th March 2016


lørdag 19. desember 2015

CHRISTMAS RUSH IN GOOD OLD DAYS



Advent time - after a war with black curtains. Illustration: Finn Bringsjord

Christmas tree with star and candles and golden spruce cones had dropped straight to the floor under grandmother's Christmas party 3. Christmas Day last year, and Christmas tree foot cracked in half.
It was really my twin brother's fault. I was almost sure he had pilfered one of the Smørbukk caramels which I had just won in grandmother's Christmas bingo, but when I sped up to intercept him in flight, I was unlucky and toppled Christmas tree with a crash.

Granny was old and wise - yes, almost psychic. She bought herself a perfect cabinet to radio long before anyone else on Bringsjord had thought of things - yes, long before broadcasting company began its first broadcasts for that matter. And although the radio now was invented it helped little, for she had no electricity, but fired with wood and lit up with candles and kerosene lamps.
Radio-cabinet stood in the corner against Kjerringdølda, and there had Grandma's Christmas tree its home place. But 3. Christmas Day last year cracked tree foot two, and that the tree should stand upright rest of the evening had to father splint it with knitting needles and wool.

Then it went almost an entire year, the frost was returned and a new Christmas pig was reluctantly dragged across the yard and into the coach house and slaughtered and scalded by boiling water from the huge, black coffee pot which even in time was used by China mission Female Association in Å parish.
When we second week of Advent went to grandma to taste america lollypops she had got in the Christmas package from Aunt Lydia in Chicago, and to hear a bit about the size of her Christmas tree this year, she was saddened capricious and sighed: "No and no ... This year will be no Christmas tree in the living room Grandma," she sighed again and fumbled for the apron collar.
"But what is it, grandmother," said Kjell absolutely horrified, "what is it that is wrong - it is not Christmas bingo rather"?

Then I remembered what had happened during the Christmas bingo last year, and it began to pinch in my stomach and I wriggled down the wicker chair and got in a hurry to tie up the laces on your ski boots off at the kitchen door.

But Kjell had no thought to lie low profile; he must with horror have looked for a Christmas without Grandma bingo, and did not give in: "Have you no Christmas three foot, Grandma, it's what worries?"
Grandma nodded and stroked his cheek. "Yes, Kjell, so it is. The good old Christmas tree foot which I received from Thorvald at Christmas in 1927, is no longer any good. It is divided into two, and not applicable to other than wood in the stove. "

She rose heavily up from the rocking chair, pulled together knit shawl across his chest and walked out into the cool entrée and brought the two sad plank pieces that lay ready in step three in the attic stairs. So she sat down on the stool in front of the stove in the living room, beat up the warm clasp on oven door with a stick of wood, and muttered, "Never so wrong that it is not ..."

"No and no, Grandma," I interrupted her, "you must not burn up Christmas three foot from 1827. If I could borrow it for a few days, so we'll probably get it fixed repaired. It should at least be as good as a brand new one! "
I promptly got plank pieces handed in my lap, and grandmother came in better spirits again and went to the corner cupboard in the living room and opened a pack of five Wrigley's chewing gum and pulled out one to each of us. Gum from the US changed us immediately to granite-jawed cowboys, and when we walked on the way home across the prairie in front of the house of Anna Kvavik we chew Wrigley in line with crashing of the frozen buffalo grass under the boots.


Grandma's Christmas-tree-foot was just two sad pieces of planks.

As soon as I had gotten off my overcoat out of the porch, I vent straight into the living room to the father who had taken a coffee break in work of splitting firewood, and sat in the chair and read about peasant party's solid progress in the neutral peasant party newspaper “Agder Tidende”.
"Dad," I said slighly cautious voice, "I promised grandmother that we should fix a repair on the Christmas tree foot that you made for her in 1827".

He folded the newspaper aside, and I was sticking the two wretched halves of the once so stately tree foot. He just threw a glance at them, but as long and searchingly at me: "Yes, Finn, you have promised something, you must also be a man to keep it. So it is." He turned the page and continued to read. Typical father! He believed always that one first had to hone their nose before one asked others for help.

That night the sky was dark blue, and out of the night it began to snow heavy. I know, because I lay awake pondering how to splice together the two halves so that involuntarily parted.
In our days had such a split not been a problem; a bottle of wood glue and a pair of clamps was all it took. But in my boyhood there was no wood glue around the farms. Glue was then made of animal drugs as horns, hoofs, hooves and fish waste. It had to be boiled before use, and was difficult and dangerous to handle, even for adults.

Later in the day I took the split foot of Christmas tree and spoke with Erling, son of Jakob, our neighbor. He had been around a lot in the US and on whaling in the Southern Ocean and knew what to do with this and that. He kept on checking antifreeze under the hood of Studebaker's, and had not the slightest objection to being distracted by the complexities of a young neighbor boy. "Initially, we must go for "wood-plug solution”, he said energetic," I drill holes and you make two plugs”. He took the two board pieces and turned them firmly in the mutilated clamps Jacob had in the workbench under barn bridge - let them exactly face to face with the fracture edges up. Then he put a slender three live in braces and away two by two holes in breach surfaces opposite each other, and I got in a hurry to whittle two plugs in the same thickness as drilled. So we hammered plugs in and faut parts together. Yay! The Christmas three-foot were spliced!

"You are a genius, Erling," I said admiringly, "you must apply for a patent on this" stopper solution "yours?" But Erling took the joke only as joke and laughed it off. He could later regret, for Swede Ingvar Kamprad "stole" the idea and founded a furniture empire built on wood plugs and flat packages.


IKEA was built on an idea taken from grandma's Christmas-tree?

Erling was not completely satisfied with the solution. He was afraid that the trunk of the Christmas tree would burst portions apart. And then there were questions about robustness. Should foot be sturdy enough to withstand a new fall to the floor, it had to "splint" with two flat iron bolted across the fracture line. "If they do not have such iron on Trade Store, you must go to Håskuld Seland and get him to make them in the forge. It is a good and solid solution, but it might look cakey? "He wondered out in the winter cold." I have an errand to Alleen in the morning, so you can get a ride if you want."
 I presented the problem for sister Plata standing in manufactories on Trade Store and knew all about the nasty and nice. She believed that such iron would not take so good up on the blanklakka radio cabinet, and that it would be best to hide them with a coating of textile. Since Plata always was kind down at the bottom, it ended with that she should knit a kind of "stocking" that we could pull over the Christmas tree foot.

That evening worked Kjell and I diligently to put up Christmas list and then cracked Erlings proposal iron fittings due to obvious financial difficulties. We had seven older siblings as it should be bought Christmas presents for. A financial nightmare every year. Altogether we had 30, - NOK to spend for gifts, and it was approximately four kroner for each. I could spend five million on iron to grandma's Christmas-tree, were therefore excluded. Such money did not exist, and I had to go to Erling and to cancel the trip to Alleen.

Later in the morning came a dull, pink colored sun voted down in the blue and yellow horizon. There was no wind, and snow threatened to trees surface in Hasselnøttlia. Father cared for the birds, and took a walk up on barn hayloft and brought down two sheaves. One hung him up in the cherry tree in the garden, the second he set aside in the coach. "Be sure to bring this sheaf when you go to grandma with Christmas tree," he said in a fatherly, good-hearted tone.

This day would father use daylight to shoe the horse, and we helped to shovel away snow so there was work ahead barn wall. Then he fetched Freia from the stables. The young, reddish-brown mare had svarttaglet tail, mane and forelock, and a beautiful white BLES from the forehead down to the muzzle. She was as usual a little heady and danced away by the snow. Scent of blood for pig slaughter earlier this week seemed well nor soothing, so far let the mare take a few laps in the snow before he tethered her up to a hoop on the barn wall. Then he brought "farrier checkout» in the coach and began picking off her flat iron shoes she wore in summer conditions.

While father work with the horse, I trawled the "rote Checkout» bottom of the tool cabinet, but without finding what I was looking for; two iron with holes that could be used to reinforce grandmother's Christmas-tree. When I came back to the farrier, he kept on adapting the hoof at Freia left hind foot to the horseshoe. The new Count shoe was steel-forged shoes with three sharp crampons, one in front and two behind. Far cut "tiles" of the hoof by tapping on the knife back, and this triggered a characteristic odor of the hoof and filled a boy's mind with a kind of transcendental pleasure.
It was in such a paradisiacal atmosphere solution came falling from the sky. I sat with four worn horseshoe between my hands, four iron pieces with many nail holes. Aha! The iron was curved in horseshoe, but a blacksmith could well - against small money - flatten them. Purely to be throwing the idea like a world accustomed problem solver in line with Erling Jakobsen. 
"Dad," I said with assumed indifferent tone, "Could I get two of those old, worn-out horseshoes"?
He hammer the final nail into hoof, trick it off and went over with crumb, so he let Freia’s foot down and turned to me: "Two horseshoes? What are you going to do with two horseshoes? Is it not enough with one? " Then he picked up the cracked aspirin-box with chewing tobacco, took of a capable bit, and looked at me searchingly.
And then it came into ... A-ha! I grinned broadly, raised thumbs and nodded strenuously.

In the evening Plata has found red woolen yarn and knitted Christmas tree-stocking. I showed her the horseshoe and how the shoe should be fitted. Plata wrinkled her nose and pointed out some brown goo down the seam-furrow, but I put it away: "I don’t give a dam cat if there is a little dried horse shit here and there, for everything is hidden beneath the lovely, beautiful red tree-stocking which you now knits for accurate tailor measurement”. But the confession did not fall on fertile soil. She was quite flustered. "Shame on you, Finn! Should grandma having a shit-filthy horseshoe under the Christmas tree? Must not we all wash our feet on Christmas Eve, even if we go with stocking socks? "

I was stuck for an answer, and so she continued in a loud voice and emphasis on every word: "Besides, I do not like a horseshoe should lie in hiding under grandma's Christmas tree. Everyone knows that a horseshoe in hiding brings black accident into house!"
Everyone in the living room fell silent and listened to Plata’s assertion and she sighed so deeply exasperated over world foolishness and waving knitting up and down in front of my nose, "Whether you lower this horseshoe in river on seven fathoms, or so I stop to knit. One of the two! "
And I, - I had nicely creep to the cross and renounce any further thought on such a wicked use of a horseshoe. Fair enough those angels could descend into hiding around Christmastime, but a horseshoe in hiding? God preserved for black misfortune!

When my mother came up to our room to pray evening prayer with us that night, I asked her if it was biblical Testament that a hidden horseshoe would bring black misfortune to grandmother's house. To this she replied that Israel’s children had not horses, but used camels and donkeys, and that she had never heard of neither donkey- nor kamelsko. She thought, therefore, that this was superstition that Plata had from grandma.
Grandmother had been married to a sailor who sank off Haiti in 1902, and everyone knew that seafarers both were exceedingly superstitious and occasionally profane. Then she ladled up and pulled out the names of sailors here from Bringsjord who had gone ashore - without parting the hair and with gold rings in ears - and bestowed spirits to her innocent little brother, Uncle Anton. And we nodded into the darkness; for we remembered that last Christmas Eve arrived St. Anton so late and animated to dinner that mom had to get a broadleaf spoon so he could get the well-cooked lutefisk up to mouth.
The next day my father asked us to join into the cattle barn. He stopped in hallway and said, "Just sit down here on concentrated feed sacks, guys, there's something I want to talk about from the old days." We sat without a word down on the sacks, and father chose to be stand-sitting on the edge of the big, metallic water barrel. Kjell and I glanced in amazement at one another; it was so unlike father to act like an old schoolmaster.
"As you possible may recall we had during the war a horse named" Bjuty "? I had good hope that she would become a real trotter, but the Germans took her from us."
"Yes, I remember that you came home without a horse, just reaching the sulky," said Kjell, "and that mother and all of us kids ran towards you on Mail road - and so we stood there emptyhanded and cried."
Father was a little glossy eye and swallowed and chewed slant. He grabbed water bailer, turned up the crane, and took some good gulps freezing tap water before he continued: "But it was not the first horse named Bjuty here on the farm. When I bought the farm of Grandma, I took over also her horse and two cows and some sheep. Old Bjuty was a small, but good and strong workhorse that Grandpa in Garden (mother's father) had horse traded on a farm in Ryfylke. You've sure heard him in his heyday was doing horse-trading in great style? ". We nodded in recognition. "I have now heard most of the times it was charade in the game," I said and grinned manly.

"Now, yes," continued the father, "my first horse, eh ... old Bjuty, had only a blemish; she was never my horse." Father paused and swallowed. "A few horses have it that they only relate to one man. And old Bjuty was so. As long as she lived she was grandmother's horse."
Again he kept silent he swallowed a lump before he continued: "When Bjuty heard grandmother came into the yard to fetch water in the evening, she was elated and whinnied loudly. And grandmother know well that Bjuty shouted at her, so she took a trip into the stable with some goody in her apron pocket, one crust of bread, a carrot or most often a sugar."


Grandma did not have tap water in the house. She went with this yoke on her shoulders and brought water into two buckets. In summer she fetched water in a well down in Kjerringdølda, winter she fetched water at the farm. Photo: Finn Bringsjord

"When old Bjuty after four years became ill and died, it was hard for Grandma. We dug Bjuty down on the embankment in front of grandma's house; out on the edge against Kjerringdølda. And grandmother let into a habit of taking a rest there on the edge when she carried water up from the well."

Kjell was totally gripped and Choking back tears, "I do not feel sorry for old Bjuty for she came to"the eternal pastures" and trots around with Manitous mustangs at the heavenly prairie, but it's so sorry for poor grandmother; First she lost her grandfather and then she lost Bjuty."
"Yes," I said, and continued in a tone of voice that suited for a repentant sinner on neighbor Jacob witnessed meetings, "now she just have us twins... and we must be much better to visit her, and much better to take us time to tell news from houses and stables and fields, not just run away as soon as we get some of the corrupting good candies in our hands."

There was an eloquent silence, and father turned away and took another sip of water bailer before he continued: "I have a memory for old Bjuty and it is the horseshoe hanging there over the doorway. It lay behind in the stable when the neighbors came and dragged her out. If you want to brush it up and give it as a Christmas present for Grandma, I'll take it down now with the same. "
And I jumped up from the sack and started jumping up and down after the horseshoe, "Oh. Yes, father, please father, we will refurbish it as shiny as the brass to mother! "Father turned away and went and went for the pincher. 
And we got a busy evening with soapy water, scrub and steel wool.

The next day Mom and Dad was going for Christmas trading in Alleen, and we vent along with them. Father fetched the slender, dark blue frame sled down from the barn hayloft and feisty Freia from the stables. Now she was perfectly equipped for winter driving and sleigh.
Mother came out with a rag and dusted off the sled and goat skin which was attached to the front as foot cover, and father fetched jingle bells inside the bowl and tied them firmly on horse harness. With tinkling bells we turned onto the post road and let optimistic about the way to this year's holiday shopping.

Freia was parked with mates on a designated deposited somewhere behind Trade Store. It was very close to the back door to the slaughterhouse, so horses thrived not so well there. Freia got a warm blanket over her back and a sack with high hanging under the nose, and the father asked us to go and see her as often as it crosses so.

Although we never felt particularly high in the hat inside the shops, purchases this year went unusually smoothly. Gift shop "Diversen" was groaning of affordable gifts, and some little things we had made ourselves, and such could be attached to the purchased gift whenever it evened out. After a while disappeared mother over to sister Lillian standing on Glassmagasinet, but then we had been warmth and on good speaking terms with shop lady. The result was that when the day of reckoning pling in front of the blank cash register, we were left with seven packages and a red two crown banknote to spare.

Before we went to Trade Shop to see how it went with our father, we stuck backside and visit Freia and assured us that she was fine. Inside Trading Shop smelled heavenly of freshly baked raisin buns and pastry from the other side of the counter, so we got ourselves in line with the red banknote lifted. But luckily father came in time and treated a bag of bowls on himself and his family.

A while later came the mother in the door, but she disappeared right into the manufactories where sister Plata was working. When we carefully glanced at the door in there, we saw that something white was wrapped with twine around brown paper, and we immediately realized that also this Christmas would be the package with solid underwear under the tree. Fair enough. The old from last year was cramped and small and stopped at the knees.

Something strange happened then. On manufactories appeared sister Plata in a new light. She handled customers, rolls of cloth and surveying as a tanned shopkeeper, and I got strong doubts about this lady would approve old Bjutys worn horseshoe planted outside Christmas tree foot. Throughout last night we had refurbished with sandpaper and steel wool, but it was impossible to get the shoe so fine that it really looked shining on the red Christmas tree-stocking.

I pulled Kjell aside for a brief consultation, and he agreed that we still had to share fraternal at all costs. "Yes, for you know, whoever is in the game - must share the roast ... ', and Kjell nodded and agreed and clucking a little in terms of pork roast 1. Christmas Day with brown sauce and crispy rind. (It was only in 6th grade that Thorvald Haugeland taught us that "roast" aimed at purgatory). We went back to father inside the large store between manufactories and meat shop, and for the last two crowns we bought a bottle of gold gilding. Then it was home to Bringsjord and Freia was perhaps the most relieved and happy and lashed out in cheerful trot.

Out in the morning tiny, tiny Christmas Eve, my father said that today we had to dress well for now we were going to the woods and cut Christmas trees. This time he spent Freia for “sluffe”, one sleigh that was wider and heavier than the elegant frame sled, and with clanging bells we turned onto the old road towards Strømnes and waved nice grandmother who had thawed away frost in the middle of the kitchen window .

 As usual we had difficulty finding a small Christmas tree that guarded grandmother radio cabinets, but it was not so importen. Having shaken the snow off 20-30 trees, we chose out the prettiest to us, and one which was just nicely in the top to grandmother. "It is not dangerous with icing that is too long," said the father, "we use only the upper part of the tree for grandmother, branches at bottom we can put on the porch."
It was real Christmas atmosphere around us. Frozen fresh snow lay thick on the branches. An occasional crimson-breasted bullfinch got snow to sprinkle the crisp tones of falling snow crystals where he flew around and light up food on their hideouts.
Father placed Christmas trees gently back in sleighs. So turnout ourselves optimistic and excited at the center seat, and while Freia lashed out homeward, we let the song reverberate in cloud:

Oh jingle bells, jingle bells
jingle all the way!
Oh what fun
it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh, Hey!

On Bringsjord we were stopped by Grandma at front porch. She cast a satisfied glance at the two spruces sticking up from sleighs and shared four hot donuts. Three rings went to us man folks; the fourth disappeared into the muzzle of Freia and all four thanks to his show and munching pleased the last hundred meters up to the yard.

After dinner father vent to the barn and cut Christmas trees in the right length and put them on foot. (He pinned splice against slipping to hammer 4 small diver nail down in the wooden plugs). When he had fastened the tree to grandma on Christmas tree foot, he turned to me and said, "Yes, Finn, now you have kept your promise to grandma. The tree is ready to deliver. "
"But Dad," I said, "I cannot disappoint Plata and Laila who have shifted on knitting overdrafts to three foot ... and then Kjell and I thought that ..." I took a deep breath and paused. He also had to wait for some surprises.

That evening we leave well with newspaper out on the kitchen table, and gilded horse shoe to old Bjuty ... and some fingers and nails and something here and there on the old aprons mother had forced on us. The golden horse shoe was "gårsens fine" if I do say so myself, and we were absolutely certain that Grandma would be satisfied.

Inside the living room had Plata begun to shed the "ankle" on the sock, and the discussion went loudly between mother and the girls about how she would get it on the Christmas tree foot. "You have to cut into the base," said mother, "so you can sew again the opening afterwards." But Plata did not think it was necessary. She had ribbed ankle, and it ought to keep. The discussion ended with that I was summoned and they demanded to get the Christmas tree foot on the table promptly. I went to the barn and fetched grandmother's Christmas-tree stand with an attached Christmas tree, and to save the five fixture hanging lamp with the decorative glass bowls, I placed the tree gently out on the end of the dining table.

 Once Plata finished trap of, began an operation that might be compared with a reverse calving; as if a sped calf should be placed back in the cow. But with luck and patience, everything went well, and Tordis went in the attic and brought a blue ribbon which she tied around "ankle" with a pretty ribbon knot. The following day was gilding dry, and I attached gold shoe on the red foot with four severed, golden horseshoe seams. Mom and Dad praised the result and father believed that such beautiful feet on a Christmas tree did not exist in seven parishes.
And we guys boys were happy and relieved. Thank God! Another year it would be Christmas bingo in grandmas house.


Thank God! Another year it would be Christmas bingo in grandmas house.

In the afternoon the day before Christmas, we bound newspaper on Christmas tree foot and went to the grandmother. Kjell bar corn sheaf and I carried the Christmas tree. There was a lot of snow, but the skis were left home for urgency to get to grandma before the sun went down. In twilight she looked poor and we had certainly something to show off.

We tramlet into the porch and knocked on the kitchen door. Grandma was going to drink coffee after dinner rest to her room, and was very happy for such an unexpected early Christmas visit.
"Good day in the house," said Kjell and got rough in voice, "we come with Christmas sheaves and Christmas tree to the kind grandmother our». Grandmother clapped her hands together, and I hurried to continue in the same tone of voice: "And then shall we say - courtesy of Mom and Dad ... and all the kids - you are very welcome to the farm on Christmas Eve - tomorrow night ... when the church bells have seeded and resounded a good hour between marsh and mountain."
This last was something I made up when I think it sounded extra fine and holidays.

"Oh no, oh no, so kind you are against an old grandmother," she said and sat down on a kitchen stool and took a glance at the gifts, "oh, so fine a Christmas sheaves ... oh, so fine a Christmas tree ... but why have you wrapped Christmas tree foot in newspaper? Do you have any secret scare matters for me "?
"Yes, just a little bit," I said, "it's really a kind of Christmas present, and we think it's best to unveil the artwork when tree stands on radio cabinet."
"Yes, we hope you will be completely thunderstruck," supplemented Kjell. Grandma looked like a big question mark, and we realized that it was best to start now with the same, so we kicked off ski boots and bar tree into the living room.

Grandmother hurried to move away a hydrangea from top of radio cabinet in the corner against Kjerringdølda, and so we placed gently tree on the available space. "Now the best you sit in the rocking chair, and I'll pour a cup of coffee," said Kjell carefully and turned the chair toward the kitchen door. "Yes, grandma, you can be absolutely confident that we say when you can turn around," I said, "this is a lot better for you than that you have to be blindfolded as another" blind thief," he he -he ".
Grandmother realized it made sense and sat willingly down in the rocking chair - and waited well slowly to get a small cup of coffee, but the move was this refreshment forgotten. While Kjell gently lifted the tree up from the cabinet, tore I newspaper of foot and rolled the remains into a ball that was thrown in the direction of firewood basket.

As we whispering agreed there and then we went to either side of the rocking chair, grip firmly grasp the chair back and shouted, "Sim sala bim-»! But grandmother had suspected some surprises and planted felt-slippers well in the floor, and it became part the hassle before rocking chair with grandmother was waving around.
"Oh, what a nice Christmas tree!" said grandmother elated. She did not see much more than the top. I was in a uplifted state of mind and had put me in the face between her and Christmas tree foot. I had thought a lot about this moment and pondered me to the conclusion that it was best to serve her excerpts from the lecture father had kept in cattle barn.

I cough and began: "It was in 1827. The horse Bingo ... AEH ... Bjuty, came with the purchase along with a sheep and a Christmas pig ... when your beloved son Thorvald, so to speak ... AEH ... AEH ...", the so-called "Iron Curtain" rolled down. Puzzled, I went away to Kjell and said: "I've lost the thread ... '. Kjell just shrugged and thought that it was best that we sang the verse brother Ludvig had helped us to put together, and we went and lined up in front of the sliding door to the consist room and captured the "Silver Boys" songs pose; open-O-shaped mouth and flexed neck - as they were depicted in newspaper "Lister"

This move meant that grandma got sight of the red fairy foot with the blue loop around the ankle, and she was SO excited: "No, this has to be the finest Christmas tree foot in seven parishes," boasted she without shame, "but what is it that flashes like a golden ring around the base "?
She got up from the rocking chair and walked over to the tree. "No, you should have seen; a gilded horseshoe! ... You mentioned old Bjuty in the short speech Finn. It is not the shoe for old Bjuty? No, I cannot hope "?

We nodded eagerly behind her back, and she must have mirrored us in the window. Circumspectly she stroked back and forth across the horseshoe with her fingers before she staggered backwards down into the rocking chair. And we went equally well back in front of the Christmas tree and with serious, shiny, blue eyes, we lined up and began to sing:

Old Bjuty, good friend that pulled the plow.
Old Bjuty, you were the best horse in the woods.
When you would not have to struggle anymore,
waiting green flower meadows,
on you, my good old friend.
Race now freely good friend, Manitou stand and show you the way.
Dance away old good friend, grandma standing and waving at you.
Far to the north, where the road disappears,
it stands only open gates ...
Now be quick, good friend, the road goes straight over marsh and hills.
(Tone: Old Blackie)

It was certainly too many memories that came up from oblivion by our old grandmother on bit Christmas Eve that year. She hid her face in her worn out work hands and began to weep, and we looked lost at each other, slipped quietly into the kitchen, found boots and outerwear and ran home.


"Far to the north, where the road disappears, it stands only open gates ..." Illustration: Finn Bringsjord





This story was printed in the newspaper "Lister" on Christmas Eve, 24. September 2015.