All Honor to Our Father
()
About this ebook
This is the story of a boy born on the Froe Islands three weeks after the death of his father. He was raised by his older sister. His Mother had ten children and couldnt provide for all of them, so she sent some of the older children to family members. At twelve years old the boy was taken to Norway by his sister to work as a crew member on his older brothers fishing boat. He met a young lady that won his heart, then had to endure an eleven-year engagement because of the Great Depression. Through Correspondence courses and apprenticeships he became a Marine Engineer. He emigrated to America and worked on tankers along the East Coast of the United States. This man was my father who endured many heartaches and physical challenges, but never lost faith in his Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Evelyn Henriksen Haglund
Evelyn Henriksen Haglund is the mother of three grown children and grandmother of five. She earned her Diploma in writing from Institute of Children’s Literature. She wrote an article for a Christian magazine that was published. She worked in a Christian school for inner city children. She writes about a subject close to her heart, her Dad.
Related to All Honor to Our Father
Related ebooks
A Silk Purse Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Islanders Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Fisherman's Daughter Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPappa Followed His Dream and Made It to America: A True Story Told to His Family Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAlpha: Book 3: Changes in the wind Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFront Porch Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEtta May Morgan Skinner Autobiography Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGrace's Day Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAn Ordinary Man - a Great God: The Life of Missionary Knute Hjalmar Ekblad to North China Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLife's Greatest Lesson: What I've Learned from the Happiest People I Know Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsIn Search of My Parent Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsHis Choice: A Family’S Struggle During Genocide Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRead My Life and Travel Experiences and I will Throw in a Kid Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFrom Little Pauper Girl: To "Princess-Bride" for Ever After Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEzra: The Boy Who Walked with Jesus Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRobbin’S Island Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFrankenstein: Level 3 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5His Love Endures Forever Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMy Victory In Jesus Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFrankenstein (Adapted): Great Stories: Intermediate Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPoetry by "Chuck": Volume Two: Musings of a Country Boy Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsI'd Rather Roll Than Rattle: A Collection of Humorous Stories. Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOut of the Vortex: A Memoir Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe X Father Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGod Shouts When He Whispers: A Personal Testimony of God’s Involvement in My Life Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsShadows of My Past Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLakes Entrance Girl Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsZander's Island Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEither the Beginning or the End of the World Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Girl in the Lighthouse/All That is Beautiful Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Personal Memoirs For You
Maybe You Should Talk to Someone: A Therapist, HER Therapist, and Our Lives Revealed Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Child Called It: One Child's Courage to Survive Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Solutions and Other Problems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I'm Glad My Mom Died Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5How to Be Alone: If You Want To, and Even If You Don't Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I'll Be Gone in the Dark: One Woman's Obsessive Search for the Golden State Killer Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Son of Hamas: A Gripping Account of Terror, Betrayal, Political Intrigue, and Unthinkable Choices Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Everything I Know About Love: A Memoir Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Yes Please Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5My Story Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Down the Rabbit Hole: Curious Adventures and Cautionary Tales of a Former Playboy Bunny Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Stolen Life: A Memoir Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Maybe You Should Talk to Someone: the heartfelt, funny memoir by a New York Times bestselling therapist Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Writing into the Wound: Understanding trauma, truth, and language Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Becoming Free Indeed: My Story of Disentangling Faith from Fear Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Diary of a Young Girl Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Choice: Embrace the Possible Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Bad Mormon: A Memoir Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Stash: My Life in Hiding Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Man of Two Faces: A Memoir, A History, A Memorial Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Too Much and Never Enough: How My Family Created the World's Most Dangerous Man Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Just Mercy: a story of justice and redemption Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Whiskey in a Teacup: What Growing Up in the South Taught Me About Life, Love, and Baking Biscuits Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Why Fish Don't Exist: A Story of Loss, Love, and the Hidden Order of Life Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Lost Connections: Uncovering the Real Causes of Depression – and the Unexpected Solutions Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dry: A Memoir Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Related categories
Reviews for All Honor to Our Father
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
All Honor to Our Father - Evelyn Henriksen Haglund
Copyright © 2017 Evelyn Henriksen Haglund.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
This book is a work of non-fiction. Unless otherwise noted, the author and the publisher make no explicit guarantees as to the accuracy of the information contained in this book and in some cases, names of people and places have been altered to protect their privacy.
Scripture taken from the King James Version of the Bible.
WestBow Press
A Division of Thomas Nelson & Zondervan
1663 Liberty Drive
Bloomington, IN 47403
www.westbowpress.com
1 (866) 928-1240
Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.
Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.
ISBN: 978-1-5127-7725-3 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-5127-7726-0 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-5127-7724-6 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2017903032
WestBow Press rev. date: 03/14/2017
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
Out of Atlantic’s majestic waves these islands rise like gigantic braves,
The sea’s relentless pounding, with wild coastlines resounding
While the storm clouds probe the mountain caves.
Moanings, tunes, and mighty roars, heard through a cloudy day,
It’s the winter’s threatening power play.
Out of Atlantic’s deep blue splendor they rise toward heaven, all dressed in green.
Myriads of wildlife in endless array adorn the cliffs so serene.
What is that whispering in flowers and leaves?
While mountain brooks cascade in glistening sheen,
It’s summer song supreme.
High in the blue-ridged mountains in a roaring storm or perfect calm
Stood many times the islander’s hardy son,
Silently wondering, questioning,
What is beyond the great expanse, adventure, business, romance?
The answer not forthcoming would gravely the mystery enhance.
Son of the islands, you bear the mark of the life on mountains and sea.
Your laughter is not of the carefree prance, nor indeed could be.
You’re not haughty in youth or success, nor are you broken by loneliness.
You’re a spruce, planted deep in the wilderness.
—Original by Sverre Patturson, translation by J.C.H.
Interior_2ndpagebook_20160703081352.jpgPhoto of village of Dad’s birth
Now, I too have seen Færoe Islands. When the stormy weather sent the huge waves crashing against the stupendous, steep cliffs, sending the foaming spray towards the sky. And in the early summer in the indescribably beautiful sunset, when the craggy and steep cliffs and the emerald green ridges were bathed in purple from the evening sun.
—Original by Oberst J. Moklebust,
translation by J.C.H.
Chapter 1
I was engrossed in housework when I heard the phone ringing. It was the director of nursing at the Norwegian Christian Home. Hi, Evelyn. I want to let you know that your dad has his hat on, and I’m afraid he’ll walk out the side door when we’re not looking.
Thank you; tell him I’m on my way to pick him up.
I dropped what I was doing, grabbed the keys to the car, and made my way to the home.
Dad loved to take walks, but the walks would be too long for him and he would get lost. He had lived most of his adult life on Staten Island, and now he was a resident at the Norwegian Christian Home and Health Center in Brooklyn. He had developed many friendships with other residents, but no one wanted to go walking with him. They said, He walks too far.
At times the staff would go looking for him when he didn’t show up for mealtime.
I remembered one incident the staff shared with me; it was getting dark, and he was lost. He saw some young men who were milling around a car, and he asked them, Do you know the way to the Norwegian Home?
Sure,
one young man answered, hop in and we’ll drive you there.
Dad climbed into the backseat, and as they started the car, the extra speakers from the upgraded
stereo system made a loud rumbling sound. The sound of the boom box and the roar of the engine caused some of the staff at the home to take notice as the car pulled up to the front of the building.
Dad opened his wallet and offered them money before exiting the car, but the young man driving said, We don’t want your money. Nice meeting you, man.
Today we had averted such an incident. I arrived at the home and found him sitting in the living room, hat in hand, ready to go. How are you, my sweetheart?
he asked.
I’m just fine, Dad. How about coming to my house for a cup of coffee and some homemade waffles?
That sounds like a wonderful idea. Let’s go.
As we sat savoring our afternoon snack, I asked, Tell me about our family and your experiences growing up on the Færoe Islands.
This wasn’t the first time I’d heard the story, but this time I was ready with a pad and pen. I wanted to record his early years as he told the story.
My father’s name was Johannes, and he was born on Vagarøy. Dad worked on a sailing schooner. I guess many of the men on the Færoe Islands worked on the sea. My mother’s name was Maren, and her maiden name was Hentze. She was born on Sandøy, and I believe her family came from Skopun. There were ten children in our family, and I was the youngest. My father died about three weeks before I was born.
What happened to him?
I asked.
I’m told my dad was working on the deck of a sailing vessel. A spar from the rigging broke loose, falling on him and causing his death. The ship was too far from shore, so he was buried at sea. Times were tough for my mom; she couldn’t provide for all of us children alone. She sent some of my older brothers to live with family members. My brother Peter, who was the fourth born, fell over the cliff into the sea, and his body was never found.
Did you ever find out how the accident happened?
I asked.
"Small boats are placed on a hoist that pulls them out of the water and secures them under the cliff. I think he lost his footing and fell into the sea.
"The fifth born was Johan Jakob, who I believe became a shoemaker. He made boots for the fishermen. I never heard whether he had a wife or family. Elias Frederik Adelgaard was the sixth born. He became første styrmann (first mate) on a ship that sailed to South America. He developed a fever on board the ship and died. I’m not sure, but I think he contracted malaria. He was buried in Baltimore in the Norwegian Seaman’s Church graveyard. My brother Jakob Andreas was the seventh child. He was called Dia. I think he became a farmer in Gåsedalen. My brother Søren Arnestein was the eighth child. He married a girl from Vik, a very rural area, and he also became a farmer in Gåsedalen. My brother Johannes Martin Sofus was the ninth born. He was just three years older than me. Johannes and I both contracted diphtheria, but Johannes died from it. He must have gotten a worse case than I did. Those who took care of me kept sweeping in my throat with a feather to get rid of the boils, and I survived."
I remember you had sisters too,
I encouraged.
Yes, my sister Elsebeth Malene was the firstborn. She married Mikkel Simonsen, and they had eight sons and one daughter. Elsebeth Fredrikke was the second girl born. She never married. She became like a second mother to me—and I was a handful. When I would act up in a fit of temper, Elsebeth would say, ‘If you don’t get up and behave, I’ll give you something to cry about.’ So there was no use to behave that way. It didn’t get me anywhere.
I reminded Dad, When I was still in school, you mentioned that school was very different for you.
That’s for sure. There was a teacher who came through our community a few times a year. She divided her time between several communities. She would stay in our town for three months and then move on. Elsebeth would make sure I studied my lessons each day even without the teacher there.
Dad was a bright and curious child and was, by his own admission, a rascal. He told me, When my brother Elias was leaving on one of his trips to sea, he told me that if I would be good for the next year, he would bring back a suit for me.
Did you ever earn that suit, Dad?
Dad chuckled. I don’t remember if I ever got that suit. I do remember that it was a big deal to get one egg a year at Easter. It was hard-cooked, so we rolled it around and played with it before eating it.
Since I had this conversation with Dad, I have had the joy of making contact with our family in Færoe Islands. I learned that our Bestefar (Grandfather) Johannes worked as a cook on the fishing schooner Grace. The vessel was on its way back from Iceland in 1903 when Bestefar had an accident. He was hit in the head with a part that fell off the mast and sail, and he died the next day. Grace sailed into Vestmanna, a township on the Færoe Islands, and Bestefar was buried there. Some of the workmen from the schooner went to Gåsedalen to visit with my Bestemor (Grandmother) Maren to tell her what had happened to her husband and inform her that he was buried on Vestmanna. Life was very tough for Bestemor, and poverty became a way of life for her. Sadly, we never had the opportunity to get to know her, but Dad mentioned often that she had a strong constitution. He said she would walk over the mountain to the next town even in her old age.
In 1916, when Dad was twelve years old, Elsebeth received permission from her mom to take her brother to Norway with