We took the 9:40 bus from Vörå to Orawais.
The bus stopped at the Orawais cafe and we asked how to get to
Gustafson's. They didn't seem to know
where they lived, but they told us to go up towards the factory. We did and the bus went on. We didn't know where we were, so we asked two
little boys which way to go. One of the
boys knew Gustafson's, and they told us we had gone in the wrong
direction. Therefore, we had to walk
almost two kilometers. Boy! what walking we do! We found Gustafson's all right, after asking
the whole country. Anna was the only one
home when we got there, as the mother and father were to church and the rest of
the girls and boys were at a wedding.
Later in the afternoon they came home, and we had a good time
talking. We went for a walk that evening
-- to the monument and to the church, where I tried to play the pipe
organ. It was a pump organ, and Eric
would get behind and pump a while and then he would come out to watch me
play. Then there wouldn't be any air to
play with. The church and the Ungdoms
Foreningshus are situated on a huge rock--sort of a glacier. Walking from the hall to the church we just
walked on rock--like pavement. It is a
rocky country, as I found out.
MONDAY, JULY 14TH, 1930 - ORAWAIS, FINLAND
We fished this morning. Hanna, Eric, Auntie, and I went out in the
boat and fished for four hours, catching 28 of the poor little fishes.
Went visiting at Kimo this evening--to Eric
Eklund's home. We had a very nice time
there, although all we did was eat and drink, laugh and talk. We had four kinds of drinks--all at different
times. At nine o'clock we had saft, at
10 o'clock--chocolate, at 11--coffee and at 12:30--tea. And with each, we had cookies and all kinds
of cakes and coffee bread. Were we stuffed!! At midnight we went out walking to see the
hjaltegraverna. These are just big piles
of rocks but they had quite a history behind them, as they are supposed to be
two or three thousand years old. The
bodies, they say, were cremated and the ashes buried there. Every year many tourists come to see these
graves. The country there is queer. Around the graves there are just the rocks
all over, with white moss and dry pine trees.
It has sort of a dead look.
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| In Orawais |
TUESDAY, JULY 15TH, 1930 - ORAWAIS
Went fishing again this morning, but we only
caught one, so we gave it up for a bad job.
We went swimming in the afternoon and just about froze to death. B-r-r-r!
but the water was cold.
About eleven o'clock in the evening we all went
fishing. We had two boats and we
certainly had fun. Eric and Fred Carlson
also were there. We caught thirty-four
fish and we stayed out until they stopped biting. Eric and I were having a race to see who
could catch the most. Just when he would
get a fish, so would I, but I think he won in the end by one fish. After we came to shore again, we all went upstairs
and had tea and biscuits, and we talked and talked and talked some more. A regular "gab fest".
(I washed my hair today, because they have such
nice water in Orawais. The girls were
all curious to see if the curl would come out of my hair, and when it didn't
they were all surprised.)
WEDNESDAY, JULY 16TH, 1930 - ORAWAIS
We were awfully lazy today. We just sat around in the morning and played
the phonograph, drank coffee and talked.
We went picking blueberries in the afternoon, and I almost ate myself
sick. (At least I can say that I ate
myself blue in the face, because I was blue around the mouth.) The berries were thick and big and juicy.
Fishing was in order again in the evening, but
it didn't work, because the fish were ornery and wouldn't bite. When we got home again, Mia broke her beads,
so we all crawled over the floor hunting for them. The evening was spent in stringing beads,
because the girls all brought out their broken beads. It was our last night there, and we certainly
had fun.
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