Iceland review - 2016, Síða 52

Iceland review - 2016, Síða 52
50 ICELAND REVIEW WORLD OF ITS OWN Þórir wanted to have some of the houses in the village rebuilt as an education center and artist residencies. Although his dream was not realized, artists have long been drawn to Viðey. US sculptor and video artist Richard Serra put up his out- door artwork, ‘Milestones,’ on the island for the 1990 Reykjavík Arts Festival. The nine pairs of columnar basalt pillars ‘frame’ certain landmarks and destina- tions, including Hallgrímskirkja church and Snæfellsjökull glacier. In 2007, Japanese artist Yoko Ono unveiled her Imagine Peace Tower on Viðey, dedicated to the memory of her late husband John Lennon. The word ‘peace’ is carved into the stone monu- ment in 24 different languages. From Lennon’s birthday on October 9 to the day of his death on December 8—and select other dates—it projects a beam of light into the sky. The sun shines brightly as we board the ferry. Volunteers are busy scraping weeds from between the tile stones of the path to the pier. Þórir and I head out for the five-minute ride across the Viðeyjarsund channel to Skarfabakki, where a cliff called Köllunarklettur (‘Shouting Cliff’) used to stand. “This is where people called for the ferry. In good weather, the calls could be heard on the island. In bad weather, people would pace back and forth, and the islanders would know to send the ferry over,” Þórir informs me. Today, people visit Viðey for leisure, including an increasing number of tour- ists. The ferry sails daily to the island from two locations in Reykjavík in the summer and on weekends in winter. Imagining people pacing back and forth on the shore, shouting to have a boat bring them to old Skúli’s ‘palace,’ I take a look back at the island. It’s part of Reykjavík, yet a world of its own. u H I S T O R Y Source: • Líndal, Páll. Reykjavík: Sögustaður við Sund. Vol. 3. Örn og Örlygur. Reykjavík, 1988. Ragnhildur explains that her parents moved to the island because there was no other option. “There was a lack of land. On Viðey there was available hous- ing and enough work.” However, this changed when the fish industry went south. “People lost their jobs and start- ed moving away. But it was a friendly community; people were kind to the kids and helped each other out.” In Ragnhildur’s house, a family of six lived upstairs and her family shared its living quarters with an older woman—who was like a grandmother to the kids—and her grown daughter. “I didn’t sense it as a child, but life was hard. Everyone was poor,” she says. Being the fourth of seven siblings, Ragnhildur had to help out with the chores and watch the younger ones. But life was also fun. In the 1930s, about seven of the 13 children in the village’s school were Ragnhildur’s age, and they were all friends. “I had a very good childhood. I was carefree as a child. We played kýló and yfir [ball games] outside every evening.” In August 1933, US aviator Charles Lindbergh and his wife Anne landed their seaplane near the Viðey village and they ended up staying with a local couple. “I ran up a hill to watch the plane land,” remembers Ragnhildur. The children loved it when Danish ocean patrol vessel Hvidbjørnen docked at Viðey. “They had sweets. Always handing us caramels. And fruits. My brother came home with pears and told my mother: ‘If I had one wish, it would be to own a pear tree.’ It was also the first time I watched a movie. But when I boarded the ship I saw guns cov- ering the walls and I was so scared that they would shoot us all that afterwards I couldn’t remember what the movie was about.” Ragnhildur also clearly recalls when Iceland was occupied by the allied forces during World War II, on May 10, 1940. “My mom had recently given birth to my youngest brother and had to go to Reykjavík—to the doctor, probably—and I was babysitting, of course. When she returned, she told us that the country was occupied.” Ragnhildur’s father followed the world news on the radio, and the kids weren’t supposed to make a sound. The war made a deep impact on her. “Once, a German plane flew over Viðey and the allies shot at it. I was so scared that I shivered all over.” The war brought busi- ness for her father, though. “He acquired a little rowboat, and my brother and I rowed across to Gufunes with eggs for the soldiers, who had a camp there.” Farming gradualy became more of a hassle, and in 1943, when Ragnhildur was 15, her family had no choice but to leave the island. “It was a relief. Life there had become too difficult,” she says. Farming was nevertheless prac- ticed at Viðeyjarbúið until 1970. The island remained in private hands until the Icelandic state, and later the City of Reykjavík, acquired it in 1986. A small part of it is still owned by the Stephensen family. Yoko Ono’s Imagine Peace Tower. The Icelandic word for ‘peace’ is friður, which comes from the Old Norse verb frjá and means ‘to love,’ Þórir explains. “So, you can’t have peace without love.” The English word ‘friend’ derives from that same verb.
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