Lögberg-Heimskringla - 26.07.1991, Blaðsíða 1

Lögberg
neimsKringia
The lcelandic Weekly
t-ögberg Stofnað 14. janúar 1888 Heimskringla Stofnað 9. september 1886
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This isourspecial lcelandíc Festival Issueandourlastissue
beforeLögberg-Heimskrinsla'ssummerholidays. Ournext
issue will come out on the 30th of August. In that issue we
will feature the continuation of the interview with the
Stefanson brothers, namely, Thomas and Dennis. We will
also feature a review article by professor Ken Hughes on
Kristjana Gunnars’ new book, Zero Hour, as well as some
coverage of thisyear’s lcelandic Festival in Gimli. So, stay
tuned and have a happy August!
f05.Argangur Föstudagur 26. júlí 1991 Númer 28
]05th Year___________Publications Mail Registration No. 1667_________Friday, 26 July 1991 _____Number 28
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ln June and July I wake up early each morning and walk down to the shore
of the lake. I see, balanced on the horizon, a skiff and a fishing boat, Allen
Isfeld, I i fting his nets. Usual ly, the sun is high enough that the red left over from
dawn has faded leaving the blue of the sky, blue of the lake. Gulls wheel
around the boat, and the pelicans have formed an archipelago of white.
Through my binoculars I can see the skein of nets and the silver flash of fish.
Anotherskiffskipsalongthewaterand I heai thedistantroarof itsmotor: Roy
Anderson or Charley Arnason or one of the Goodmans heading home.
In September and October the sky and the lake are grey. The pelicans
havegone, buta few late gulls hang on, waiting for freeze-up. The fishermen
are back, theirnets soexactly wherethey were before thatyou’d thinkthey’d
staked out the lake like a garden. Now is the season of storms, and the skiffs
bob on the water like corks, or split the waves into plumes of spray. The
fishermen are always the same, hunched over the nets in their dripping oilers,
faces tanned and sculptured by wind and waves.
Gimli is putting on a new face, with blue-brick sidewalks, elegant lamp
posts, new storefronts and a fancy new hotel. A remarkable transformation.
But under these cosmetics its old face remains, the face of a fisherman, his
eyes narrowed from looking over water.
David Amason
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