The Icelandic Canadian - 01.06.1973, Qupperneq 45

THE ICELANDIC CANADIAN
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living. I have known sorrows and the
bitter disappointments that come into
most normal lives. I have also known
contentment and a few, scattered joys
that have given me a taste of heaven.
From time immemorial parents have
felt anxious — worried about die
future of their children. True to form
I too am anxious — worried about
the future of my children and
children. I am worried about the
future of the world.
wosoosoococoooa
ABOUT THE AUTHOR - “Solveig Sveinsson was born in Iceland and as a child she came
she came with her parents to settle in the wilderness on the west shore of Lake Winnipeg in
Manitoba, Canada. Since then she has made her home in many different places but the longest
in Chicago, Illinois. She was married to an American, Simon Sveinsson, and with him had four
children, a daughter and three sons, all residing in the United States.
She has written sveral novels in book form as well as many short stories and articles
on various objects but all under an assumed name except the two, Life’s Many Moods and
The Tangled Web. Mrs. Sveinsson has travelled extensively in the States and Canada and has
visited almost every country in Europe. She now makes her home, at least for the most part,
in the border town of Blaine, in the beautiful State of Washington. She has been a widow
since 1943”.
—Biographical Sketch on the cover of Life’s Many Moods
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It was my privilege to meet with Solveig Sveinsson last winter, at the Stafholt Home, in
Blaine, where she now makes her home. Her room number is 10. “Come to Number 10 Down-
ing Street, London, England. Churchill may not be in, but I’ll be there”, she said.
She celebrated her 96th birthday last January. Her "Down Memory Lane” story she wrote
at the age of 91.
Solveig Sveinsson’s maiden name was Sveinsson. Two brothers with a permanent home in
Manitoba have both been well-known for their inventions: Kelly Sveinsson of Winnipeg
(now of Selkirk, Manitoba) and the late Helgi Sveinsson, of Lundar, Manitoba. —Ed.
with music that still lingered on our
ears and blended softly with tire feel-
ing of spring — spring everywhere
under our feet, in the air we breathed
and in our young hearts. There was no
moon; dark clouds hid the stars.
* * *
I have lived a long life. I have
known poverty without letting it de-
stroy me. I have also had plenty, or
what I regard as sufficient for gracious
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