Lögberg-Heimskringla - 22.03.1985, Síða 8

8-WINNIPEG, FÖSTUDAGUR 22. MARZ 1985
Bev or Deb???
I often have problems remember-
ing names which is, I hope, only
natural. But, there are times when I
wish my memory would serve me
better. For instance, one morning on
my way to work, my neighbor Bob,
was taking out his garbage. I greeted
him pleasantly and asked as I got
ready to drive off, "How is Beverly?"
I didn't hear his answer as my car
was running, but the expression on
his face left me wondering for a
while. He stopped and stared, shook
his head and said something I didn't
hear. Then I remembered his wife’s
name is Deborah, normally referred
to as Deb. I can only hope that Bob
is faithful to his wife and not dating
anyone named Bev.
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Summernight at Bláskógaströnd
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calling you home to me, home to
Bláskógaströnd."
I saw that her eyes were wet with
tears, and I wanted very much to
comfort her. But what was her name?
What letters were carved on that
rock?
As if she could read my thoughts,
she said. "Sometimes I heard you
whisper my name. You always used
to call be Ragnhildur, remember?
You didn't want to call me by the
shorter name that others used.”
Ragnhildur? — No, that was not the
right name; by dream girl at
Bláskógaströnd had to have another
name. I stopped and asked "Do you
remember what you called me?”
She stared at me for a while, and
surprise and fear could be heard in
her voice when she asked, "Isn't it
you?"
This commonplace, frightened
girl's voice awoke me, and the spell
of the evening was broken. I was
standing in the fog in an unknown
place with a girl I had never seen
before. I could read the anguish in
her eyes and understood that she had
mistaken me for someone else. and
I wanted more than anything else to
help her and make her glad again.
Then, suddenly, she smiled, her
face shining with joy. — "Oh, how
perfectly like you!" she exclaimed.
"You were always like that — always
teasing me. Shame on you!"
We turned around and walked
slowly back toward the village.
"I've forgotten which of our initials
I carved first on that rock," I said as
nonchalantly as I could.
"Mine, of course!” she laughed.
"Let's go there tomorrow and look.
First there's an R and then . . ."
I was stunned; she had named the
first letter of my name.
But I soon began to regain my
senses and I knew it had to be a mis-
understanding. There was only this
thing about the rock and the two in-
itials; I clearly remembered that it
had happened some time. But where?
She fell silent as we approached the
village. Suddenly, she stopped and
gave me her hand somewhat
hesitantly.
"You go first now, as you used to
do before. Of course, it doesn't mat-
ter very much now, for everybody
will soon know it anyway. But
tonight I'd rather that everything was
as before — just tonight.”
She took my head between her
hands and kissed me.
"Good night, darling," she
whispered, and her voice reminded
me of a running brooklet.
When I came to myself again, she
was about to disappear among the
lava heaps. Her head was a bit droop-
ing, but her gait on the stony path
was like a dance.
Old Þorbjörg was outside when I
reached the farmhouse. I must have
looked a little odd, because she eyed
me like an inquisitor.
"The fog came,” she said quietly.
"I was afraid you might get lost in the
lava."
"I suppose I wasn't far from it,'' I
said, "and I'm really not quite sure
... I met a young girl, by the way."
"I thought so," said the old
woman, an expression of sadness on
her face. "And the poor child pro-
bably thought you were the boy
friend she's always waiting for? — It
is quite extraordinary how much you
resemble him!”
"Who is this girl," I asked quietly.
"Her name is Ragnhildur; she's the
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several years ago. But he went
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She became this way when she heard
about it; she's never been herself
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Early next morning I left the
village. I shall never in my life go
there again. And yet I know for cer-
tain, now and forever, that someone
is awaiting me at Bláskógaströnd.
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