tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208484529310744874.post602999713199954521..comments2022-10-14T05:37:27.178-04:00Comments on Eugenie Torgerson: A Visual Life with Words: Lille JulaftenEugenie Torgersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725769833779170036noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208484529310744874.post-11066074301753220072009-12-23T22:07:39.261-05:002009-12-23T22:07:39.261-05:00As if that were not special enough,on First Christ...As if that were not special enough,on First Christmas Day (Foerste Juledag)we went to our grandmother's house where her tree, flanked by buckets of water, was decorated with cotton snow,flags,and unlit candles. We, several generations in national costume, joined hands while the tallest man lit the candles. It was as breath-taking and breath-holding as it sounds. The circle of the family walked one direction for one verse of a Christmas song, then counter-clockwise for the next verse. Every once in a while, we all hopped. <br /><br />The candles lasted for one song, the memory forever.Eugenie Torgersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00725769833779170036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4208484529310744874.post-45259360512713753692009-12-23T18:39:40.058-05:002009-12-23T18:39:40.058-05:00Thank you I had forgotten you were there. I can ju...Thank you I had forgotten you were there. I can just imagine that tree as you described it well.Carole Buschmannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06512577927562345006noreply@blogger.com