At grandparents' house # 81359
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At my grandparents' house. Þórleifur Bjarnason tells the story.
Þórleifur was born on January 30, 1908, "in a farm on the blackest Hornstrandir, right out by Hælavíkurbjarg", as he himself put it in an interview with Gísli Jónsson in the 8th issue of the magazine Heima er bezst in 1978. He grew up there with his maternal grandparents, Guðni Kjartansson and Hjálmfríður Ísleifsdóttir. The struggle for life was hard, the forces of nature were relentless and merciless, the summers were short but the winters were long. Snow often covered everything, even though there were only four weeks of summer, and the farm was half-frozen and icy. The path up into the light and the cold lay through snowdrifts that grew in number day by day.
The hay reserves were depleted, so the food for the cattle, which bore the visible signs of the hardships, had to be reduced. The changes were great when spring finally came, the ground melted the snow, the grass came green from under the snow, the rowing was done night and day because the roe and the bream were caught under the rock, and soon it was time for the eggs to hatch. Then a multitude of men and women flocked from the east and west to bring their flocks to their own farms. Then the remote coves of Hornstrandir became the center of the universe. (www.mbl.is)
Þórleifur was born on January 30, 1908, "in a farm on the blackest Hornstrandir, right out by Hælavíkurbjarg", as he himself put it in an interview with Gísli Jónsson in the 8th issue of the magazine Heima er bezst in 1978. He grew up there with his maternal grandparents, Guðni Kjartansson and Hjálmfríður Ísleifsdóttir. The struggle for life was hard, the forces of nature were relentless and merciless, the summers were short but the winters were long. Snow often covered everything, even though there were only four weeks of summer, and the farm was half-frozen and icy. The path up into the light and the cold lay through snowdrifts that grew in number day by day.
The hay reserves were depleted, so the food for the cattle, which bore the visible signs of the hardships, had to be reduced. The changes were great when spring finally came, the ground melted the snow, the grass came green from under the snow, the rowing was done night and day because the roe and the bream were caught under the rock, and soon it was time for the eggs to hatch. Then a multitude of men and women flocked from the east and west to bring their flocks to their own farms. Then the remote coves of Hornstrandir became the center of the universe. (www.mbl.is)