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Ida Chamness writings on travel and religion, 1927-1938
1927-04-13 Page 31
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- 31 - little patches of oats and potatoes. The country houses were mostly built oblong and one and a half stories high: with sod roofs; on which often a small tree was growing, and moss clinging to the outside edges. We passed mamma's Uncle Carl's house; and the graveyard where dear Grandpa and Grandma are burried: Auntie sobbing as we neared and passed. Soon we were in Myren, where we met Amanda, Nils'es wife, and cousin, Theoline, who, had come with the pony and buggy to take us to Roiseland. Jessie and Sarah stopped at their nephew, Johan Oxefjeld's home. Here, we met his aunt Severina. They took me as far as they could in the car, Then, mamma and I rode in the buggy; and Uncle walked by the side, driving very carefully over the exceedingly rough roads. The pony, Nellie, was very smart: and Uncle had trained her so skillfully that when he told her to, she would go so slow over the rocks, that I received scarcely any jar. And where the road was smooth she would speed up. He could also ride her without a bridle; she galloping along, as he sat with his hands in his pockets guiding her perfectly by a tap of his foot on either side of her
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- 31 - little patches of oats and potatoes. The country houses were mostly built oblong and one and a half stories high: with sod roofs; on which often a small tree was growing, and moss clinging to the outside edges. We passed mamma's Uncle Carl's house; and the graveyard where dear Grandpa and Grandma are burried: Auntie sobbing as we neared and passed. Soon we were in Myren, where we met Amanda, Nils'es wife, and cousin, Theoline, who, had come with the pony and buggy to take us to Roiseland. Jessie and Sarah stopped at their nephew, Johan Oxefjeld's home. Here, we met his aunt Severina. They took me as far as they could in the car, Then, mamma and I rode in the buggy; and Uncle walked by the side, driving very carefully over the exceedingly rough roads. The pony, Nellie, was very smart: and Uncle had trained her so skillfully that when he told her to, she would go so slow over the rocks, that I received scarcely any jar. And where the road was smooth she would speed up. He could also ride her without a bridle; she galloping along, as he sat with his hands in his pockets guiding her perfectly by a tap of his foot on either side of her
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