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Av judi - 10 april 2017 11:18

Familjehistoria 2 

Min Mormors första man åkte också till USA eller om det nu var Kanada ,jag vet inte säkert ,skogsarbete i varje fall för att tjäna pengar. det lilla jordbruk mormor hade räckte inte till att försörja familjen .Det var missväxt också något år  .

 

Breven kom regelbundet i början sedan slutade breven att komma hem. Jag har frågat min Mamma vad det berodde på ? Att breven slutade komma  

 

Jo han var analfabet , min mormors första man.

Dom finnar som fanns där han var ,åkte hem och kvar blev han sittandes på en stubbe gråtandes efter Mormor kanske han fick en depression av all "hemlängtan. " Detta enligt tredje hands uppgifter muntligt "

 

Min mormor sökte efter sin min via röda korset och alla upptänkliga vägar ,men registreringen av immigranter var inte så exat på den tiden .

Det kan också varit så att han var ju inte Amerikans medborgare som försvårade sökandet.

Hon visste helt enkelt inte ifall han levde eller var död !

 

 

I dagens värld har vi många människor på jakt på flykt undan fattigdom och krig . 

Många har säkert hemlängtan .Ovetandes var deras anhöriga befinner sig i säkerhet i läger eller kvar i krig.

 

 

The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.

It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Then I awake and look around me,
At four grey walls that surround me
And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre,
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.
Songwriters: PUTMAN JR., CLAUDE
Green Green Grass Of Home lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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ANNONS
Av judi - 10 april 2017 00:25

Lite familjehistoria

Min mormor var född i USA Wyoming och hennes far var en kolminare,han ligger begravd "over there" detta är länge sedan året var 1899 när mormor föddes .Hennes mor   (min gammelmormor) bodde i USA över 40 år .

 

Hon kom tillbaka efter vinterkriget 1939 .Min mamma brukar skoja att hon är andra generationens invandrare i Finland och Första generationen i Sverige .Det var många som emigrerde från Finland till Amerika för att få ett bättre liv.Alla Mormors syskon flyttade till USA och stannade där .


Till saken hör att Gammelmormor skickade alla sina barn till Finland som hon födde i USA till sin mor som tog hand om dom .Som vuxna emigrerade alla utom min mormor tillbaka till U.S.A

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Women Of Country - Coal Miner's Daughter              

Well, I was born a coal miner's daughter
In a cabin, on a hill in Butcher Holler
We were poor but we had love,
That's the one thing that daddy made sure of
He'd shovel coal to make a poor man's dollar

My daddy worked all night in the Van Lear coal mines
All day long in the field a hoin' corn
Mommy rocked the babies at night
And read the Bible by the coal oil light
And ever' thing would start all over come break of morn

Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's pay
Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard ever' day
Why I've seen her fingers bleed
To complain, there was no need
She'd smile in mommy's understanding way

In the summertime we didn't have shoes to wear
But in the wintertime we'd all get a brand new pair
From a mail order catalog
Money made from selling a hog
Daddy always managed to get the money somewhere

Yeah, I'm proud to be a coal miner's daughter
I remember well, the well where I drew water
The work we done was hard
At night we'd sleep 'cause we were tired
I never thought of ever leaving Butcher Holler

Well a lot of things have changed since a way back then
And it's so good to be back home again
Not much left but the floor, nothing lives here anymore
Except the memory of a coal miner's daughter


ANNONS
Av judi - 5 april 2017 00:00

Lee-la Baum - Love is blindness

Av judi - 2 april 2017 00:00

 


Bilden tillhör Marjo Syri tagen i Valjeviken den 31/3 2017


Svetlana Zakharova's gala performance in 2010.



Av judi - 1 april 2017 00:00


IL DIVO ADAGIO


Adagio

 
Non so dove trovarti
non so come cercarti
ma sento una voce che
nel vento parla di te
quest'anima senza cuore
aspetta te
adagio
 
Le notti senza pelle
i sogni senza stelle
immagini del tuo viso
che passano all'improvviso
mi fanno sperare ancora
che ti troverò
adagio
 
Chiudo gli occhi e vedo te
trovo il cammino che
mi porta via
dall'agonia
sento battere in me
questa musica che
ho inventato per te
 
Se sai come trovarmi
se sai dove cercarmi
abbracciami con la mente
il sole mi sembra spento
accendi il tuo nome in cielo
dimmi che ci sei
quello che vorrei
vivere in te
 
Il sole mi sembra spento
abbracciami con la mente
smarrita senza di te
dimmi chi sei e ci crederò
musica sei
adagio
 

Adagio

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I don't know where to find you
I don't know how to look for you
 
But I feel a voice in the wind
that speaks about you
 
This soul without a heart
waits for you
slowly
 
The nights without skin
The dreams without stars
 
Images of your face
that pass suddenly
 
make me hope still
that I will find you
slowly
 
I close my eyes and I see you
I find the way
to the door from agony
 
I feel it beat in me
This music that
I've invented for you
 
If you know how to find me
If you know where to look for me
Embrace me with your mind
The sun seems to me extinguished
Ignite your name in the sky
 
Tell me who you are
The one that I want
lives in you
 
The sun seems to me extinguished
Embrace me with your mind
I'm lost without you
 
Tell me who you are and i will believe in us
You are music
slowly
Av judi - 31 mars 2017 00:00

AMAZING GRACE IN CHEROKEE - NATIVE AMERICAN  

 




The first peace
which is the most important,is that wich comes within the souls
of the people when they realeze their relationship ,their oneness with the universe
and all its powers ,and when they realize att the center on the universe dwells the
greate spirit and this center is really ewerywhere
it is within eatch of us


Black Elk

Av judi - 29 mars 2017 00:00


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