I was rather excited on this morning because it was the day I would be meeting some descendants of a common ancestor. I had found descendants of a great-uncle who had gone to Canada, and they had maintained contact with the family of my great-uncle’s sister. Both of them are siblings to my great-grandfather Kristian Olausen Jordbaerhaugen. So, strangely enough, through Canada, we met this branch of family in Norway. As it turns out, they knew my grandparents quite well.
I spent most of the day preparing for my meeting with them by creating a large poster of a pedigree starting with my great-grandfather’s sister, Margit Olausen Jordbaerhaugen who had married Helge Hansen Bakken. I also gathered some documents this branch may be interested in, such as birth, confirmation, and marriage records for my great-great grandparents and their daughter, Margit, from whom they descend.
|Margit Olausen Jordbaerhaugen Bakken, born in 1895|
|We met with descendants of my great-grandfather's sister, Margit |
Olausen Jordbaerhaugen Bakken
The Bakken family had several other old pictures I was interested in, and so I was able to get scans of all of them as well. Afterward, we talked some more and looked at the pedigree we had brought to their home and then said goodbye. We had a lovely time!
|The 800 year old Tanum church in Baerum, where many |
of my ancestors were baptized, confirmed, and married...
After Tanum Church, we headed over to the Bryn Church. This church is from the mid-1800s, and many of my ancestors switched to this church because of its proximity to where they all lived in Lommedalen. On the way, though, I stopped at the Loeken farm, where my ggg-grandmother Ellen Hansen Christophersen was from, and I took some pictures of what it looks like today. Then we stopped at Bryn farm, which is also an important ancestral farm for my Christopherson line. After taking pictures, I went to the nursery there and bought some flowers to bring to my grandparents’ grave and also my great-grandparents’ grave. In Norway, they don’t use cut flowers, but plant flowering plants in the ground.
|... after planting some flowers at my great-grandparents' grave...|
and below, my grandparents' grave
That evening, we were invited to dinner with some friends of my parents’. One of them was my father’s high school friend. They were very nice, well-travelled, and had some great stories to tell. For my son, it was exciting because there was a ping-pong table in the house. We had a phenomenal dinner starting with a large crab similar to Alaskan King Crab and followed by Baccalao, a fish stew made from dried cod. They use it a lot in Spain and Italy, and when it is made right, it is really delicious.
I have been having a hard time getting to a computer to post, so I have accumulated too much information. I will stop here and try to post more of my trip tomorrow. I hope my ramblings have not been too long for a blog post!
|A typically beautiful Norwegian dinner table!!!|