God morgon, klass!
(G + owed) + (myrrh (as in frankincense, gold and ...)+ gone) + kl + us)! I'm very proud of how well you're progressing!
Today's lesson is fairly practical. You've learned some cool words, but it's not often that you'll need to ask the person you stop on the street, “Where is my egen sommar stuga? Farfar is waiting for me! I have a bil!”
Today we're talking traditions and hope chests, and EATING. In Sweden, girls don't wait to be engaged to start planning their silverware and china. They choose at a very young age what their pattern is, and then for Christmas and birthday relatives contribute to your pattern, starting with dessert forks and spoons. Today's word is gaffel, pronounced “cuff – c + g, which is guff then just say the letter L. Guff + L. It means fork.
My particular pattern is called “princess”. I don't remember choosing it at all, but I love it. This picture is from one of my birthdays, 13th I think. There's my sis, and she's holding her spoons, while I have my spoons completed and have some forks. It's the age difference, that's why she's behind :-) If you closer, you'll see we're wearing matching pajamas. My grandmother always bought us the same EXACT thing. Sometimes we had different colors, but they were always the same. Complete fairness for both granddaughters.
Here are some shots of my treasures closer up so you can see the details of the the pattern. As you can tell, polishing silver isn't one of my gifts.
For the longest time, I kept these tucked away, saving them for...what? I don't know what the final thing was that pushed me into using them, but I think it was probably when I read Simple Abundance by Sarah Ban Breathnach. Her main point is that we need to live NOW. Not for some day in the future. Not, "When the kids are...then we can..." I realized this was my life. It was half over. If I was going to use these forks and spoons so lovingly collected for me by my Farmor, now was the time. So I do. I eat my yogurt with the spoons. I pick snowcrab with the forks (they really are tiny, for tiny delicate, Swedish confections.) I use them. I think of Farmor, and that makes me smile.
Do you collect anything? Does your family have a similar tradition? What do you treasure from your Farmor or Mormor?