Saturday, April 23, 2011

Ane Marie - Chapter VII

The Baptism of Ane Marie


Johansen’s boat never got the messages. It was ten days before Ole jumped from the side of the ship onto the dock. Rasmus was there, waiting for him.

“What’s wrong?”

Fourteen year old Juliane blurted out, “Alma’s gone. She died ten days ago.”

“What? No!” Ole grabbed Rasmus by the shoulders. Juliane hugged them together, sobbing. Ole went on, “She was much better before I left. I would never have left if I had known there was anything wrong. What happened? Is Ane Marie ok? What about Sophie and Amanda? Are they ok?”

“Ane Marie and the girls are fine. They are staying with my mother and father. Everyone is fine. It was her heart. The doctor said that her heart was weak. We burried her on the farm, out in the space by the orchard.”

Suddenly Ole took flight. “I’ve got to see my wife. I’ve got to go.” He left his bag and started running down the dock.

Rasmus picked up the bag and shouted after him, “We have the cart. Do you want a ride?”

Ole stopped and walked back towards them. His face had lost its color and his eyes were full of tears. He was muttering to himself, “What have I done? What am I going to do?”

When they arrived at the Olesen farm, Ole jumped from the cart and ran to find Ane Marie. He started calling her name. “Ane, Ane Marie!” He went through the house, calling her name. His mother-in-law pointed at the back door. It was raining, but Ane Marie was on the back porch, peeling apples. When she heard his voice she put down the bowl and stood up.

He grabbed her and hugged her to him. “I’m so sorry. I should have been here.” They hugged in silence for a moment. “How are you?”

She bent back, still locked in his embrace, and said, “Our little Alma is gone. We’ll never see her again.” Then she began to sob again and he joined her, rocking from side to side.

After a several minutes, he asked, “Where are Sophie and Amanda?”

“Upstairs, asleep.”

“I better go let them know that I’m home.”

“Here, wash up first. I’ll get you some clean clothes.” She poured water into the basin.

“I’ll be right back.” And he stepped off of the porch and into the rain. She quickly stepped down and took his hand.

“I’ll go with you.” Together, in the rain, they walked to the spot near the orchard. The path was well marked by the family’s many trips. “She loved to sit in the orchard with us as we picked apples. Her smile was always bright and cheery.”

“Sophie and I come, and sit here. We pray for her every day. Sophie talks as if Alma will be right back, as if she has just gone somewhere. She can’t wait to tell Alma about the cat or the dog, or the flowers.”

“Doesn’t she understand that Alma’s dead?”, he asked.

“I’ve told her, but she’s only five. She thinks that she’ll see Alma in a little while.” She thought quietly for a moment. “I wish that I could believe that too. My heart is so heavy. If I knew that I’d see her again, I might be able to bear it.”

He hugged her to his side. The rain had slowed to a drizzle but then began to speed up, so they left and went back to the porch. They were soaked by the time they got there. Mama had brought out some more towels and set them on the chair.

Their somber mood lifted as Sophie opened the door. “Daddy!” she squealed. She had heard his voice and came running through the kitchen looking for him.

“Hi, sweetheart. I thought that you were asleep.” She jumped into his outstretched arms.

“No. I was just waiting. You’re wet.”

“Waiting for what?”

“For you, Daddy. I overheard uncle Rasmus and aunt Juliane say that they were going into town to bring you home. But it took so long that Mommy made me go to bed. So I laid there, but I kept waiting.”

“Well, here I am.” He put her down and took a towel to dry himself off a bit more and then, “Now, give me a hug and I’ll tuck you in bed.” He picked her up. “I’m so glad to see you!” He kissed her on the head as he hugged her. He walked her to and up the stairs and put her back in bed. “Now you go to sleep and we’ll have breakfast in the morning. I love you.”

A disappointed, “Ok.” Came from her lips, but she was already beginning to nod off.

“I love you.”, he said quietly as he backed down the stairs.

“I love you, Daddy. Good night.”

“Good night.”

He walked quietly back into the kitchen. Rasmus had already gone home. Juliane and her parents were sitting by the table while Ane Marie was stirring a pan hung in the fireplace. “Would you like some soup. It’s still warm and we saved you a piece of meat.”

Suddenly, the fact that he had not eaten since a breakfast of a tough biscuit and a cup of coffee, made his stomach growl so loud that everyone heard it.

Papa laughed. “I think that is a ‘Yes’ to the soup.”

“That would be great!”

Mama got up and cut him a piece of fresh, dark bread.

Everyone laughed at the timing, but then they returned to their somber mood. He walked over and stood behind the empty chair. Papa broke the silence. “When do you have to go out again?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t talk to the captain. When I saw Rasmus and Juliane, I just jumped off of the ship and when they told me the news, I started to run home.”

“He was half way down the dock before Rasmus could stop him.” Juliane giggled.

“I’ll have to go find the captain tomorrow and get my pay.”

Papa nodded. “We can put the marker on the grave after you get back. We need to finish it. Ane Marie thought that it should say, ‘Beloved daughter’”

“That sounds good.” He sat and Ane Marie brought him a cup of soup. He took a spoonful to put to his lips and said, “I have to quit.” He put the spoonful in his mouth while everyone else digested what he had said. “I’ll have to find something else to do. I missed Amanda being born and now this. It’s too much.”

No one said anything, but Papa shook his head. “What will you do?”

He drank the soup from the cup and Ane Marie came up behind him and hugged him around the neck. “He can find something.”

“Maybe I can get a position with one of the fish merchants. I don’t know. I think that I would be a good salesmen. I just know that I can’t stand not being with Ane Marie and the girls.”

Ane Marie whispered in his ear, “Thank you.” He turned and moved her to his lap and held her as she kissed him.

“Come on, Papa, let’s go to bed. You, too, Juliane.”

“But, I.” Her father ended her protest by placing his hand on her shoulder and nodding towards the living room. She left with them.

Ane Marie stood up and took the empty cup from Ole’s hand. “Do you want some more?” He shook his head no and she took the cup to the sink and rinsed it out and set it on the cupboard. Then she came back and sat again on his lap, her arm around his neck and her mouth on his. They kissed a long time and then she put her head on his shoulder. “What are we going to do?”

“For now, we’re going to bed. In the morning you and I will go back into town, to our apartment and then I’ll go talk to the captain. I’ll begin to make the rounds of the shops and see if I can find a position. We may have to give up the apartment, but we’ll see how things go, first.”

They stood up and stepped quietly through the living room where Juliane was pretending to sleep and they climbed the stairs. It was as if they were climbing out of a pool. The chill hit them as they quickly undressed and climbed under the comforter. They held each other to get warm, but he soon fell asleep. She raised herself up on her elbow to look over him at her daughters. Amanda had barely stirred when Sophie had gotten back in bed. Now she was snoring away, just like her sister, and their father. She lay back down and snuzzled into his arm with her head on his chest and fell asleep.

A couple of hours later, she could hear her mother in the kitchen and gently crawled across her husband with her nightgown in her hand. She put it on at the top of the stairs and then climbed down. Juliane was also stirring in the candlelight coming from the kitchen. They both entered and asked Mama what they should do.

“Same as always. Stoke the fire and get some water.”

Juliane grabbed the bucket and headed for the back door while Ane Marie stirred the embers of the fire and added tinder and some pieces of wood. Juliane grabbed a heavy coat to slip on her shoulders while she slipped her feet into her shoes.

Juliane asked, “So, did you two decide what you’re going to do?”

Ane Marie joined her and grabbed her husband’s coat as they went out the door. “We’re going back into town today and he’s going to see if he can get a job at one of the shops.”

“Well, I wouldn’t tell the captain until I had a position lined up. Else tells me that work is hard to find work these days. Her boyfriend, Gunnar, has been trying for months to get a position so that they can get married and he has had absolutely no luck.”

“Else Gundershon? She’s thinking of getting married? She’s only 17.” Juliane dropped the bucket into the well and began pulling it back up.

“What’s wrong with getting married at 17?” She poured the water from the bucket into the pale they had carried. “Not everyone wants to be an old woman of twenty when they get married.”

“I was only 19. And who said that I was old?” Juliane smiled at her and Ane Marie took a handful of water and splashed her little sister. They ran quickly to the house, giggling and laughing.

Mama was pleased to hear their laughter. Life was moving on, despite the sadness of it. “Let your husband sleep. Papa has gone to town to trade some apples for some meat. He should be back soon. Come, sit, we can drink our coffee in peace. What shall we have for dinner?”

They talked for several minutes about adding some garlic and meat to the soup stock on the hearth. Mama went on, “You know, Ane Kjerstine brought those Mormon missionaries up to the gate yesterday and I had to make them go away. They were talking about ‘Eternal Life’ and they made me nervous. I wish she wouldn’t be so involved in that church.”

Ane Marie stared off in silence for a moment and then repeated, “’Eternal Life’, I wonder what that means.”

Juliane piped in, “Oh, it means that there is life after death, that...” She stopped. Mama’s gaze was burning holes in her. Finally, when she saw that Ane Marie was watching her intently, she said, “I’m sorry, Mama. I’m just telling you what they meant. Ane Kjerstine is always talking about it. She said that Ane Marie wouldn’t feel so bad about Alma if she knew about ‘Eternal Life’.”

“Well, I don’t like it! They keep getting people riled up and wanting to leave. Rasmus and his family are convinced that they want to go to the Americas and leave us all alone.” Her voice was trembling from the anger and fear. “How could anything so far away be any good?”

“Mama, Mama, you don’t have to worry. Ole and I will always be here with you. We won’t leave you, will we Juliane?” Ane Marie’s promise and stern assertions seemed to put Mama at ease, until she saw Juliane’s head turned to the west as she half-heartedly agreed.

“No, Mama, we won’t leave you, ever.” Juliane slowly turned back to look at the other two. “Never.”

Mama wasn’t watching Juliane, but Ane Marie knew that wistful look that past quickly over Juliane’s face and then disappeared. She knew that the next time they were alone she had to hear more about this ‘Eternal Life’ idea.

“Speaking of Ane Kjerstine, I need some more of her potatoes and carrots that she promised. Juliane, I want you to go over and fetch them. We'll be needing them for the stew."

“Mama, is it ok with you if I go with her? The children are asleep and I don’t think that they will be up for a while. I do want to see Ane Kjerstine before we move back into town.”

“Sure. Those little ones of yours are as sweet as butter.” With that Mama got up and went to the stove. She threw in another log and began to get her bowls down for making bread.

Ane Marie and Juliane went into the living room as Juliane gathered her bedding and they folded it. Soon they left for Rasmus and Ane Kjerstine’s farm.

They were on the road before Ane Marie spoke. “All right. Tell me more.”

“More about what?”

“Eternal Life.” The tone in Ane Marie’s voice made Juliane quit teasing her.

“The Mormons believe that our life here on Earth is only a part of our whole life, our eternal life, and that before we came to Earth, we were spirits living with our Father in Heaven. In order to become like our Heavenly Father, we had to get a body, so He created the Earth and sent us here to gain the body. But Eve ate the fruit and Adam and Eve were kicked out of the Garden of Eden and death and sin came into the world. That’s why Christ had to come. He died for our sins and then he conquered death, when he was resurrected. If we believe in Him and do what He says, you know, get baptized and love one another, then we can have Eternal life and live with our families, forever.” Juliane should have been out of breath, but she wasn’t. Her calmness made it easy to see that she believed what she had just said.

“How do you know all that?”

“I’ve been listening to the missionaries. I want to be baptized, but Rasmus says that I can’t breathe a word about it to Mama and Papa.”

“Well, I want to know more. How do they know these things? How do you know that it’s true?”

Juliane stopped and looked at her. “I read their Book of Mormon.”

“Juliane, you know that Papa forbade us from reading that book.”

“I know, but I read it anyway. Partly because he said not to. And then I prayed about it, alone, in the barn.”

“You what!”

“I prayed about it. And a feeling came over me and told me in my heart that it was true. “

“What? You had a feeling come over you? What do you mean?

“It was a warm feeling burning in my heart that the Book of Mormon was true. After that I had to know more. That’s when I went to the Missionaries and asked them to teach me.”

Ane Marie began to stomp off towards Ane Kjerstine’s house. “You know that Mama and Papa will not be happy when they find out.” And then her tone softened, “Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely!”

“Ok, then tell me more about this ‘Eternal’ life. Do they believe that I will be wih my little Alma again?”

“Yes. The Mormons believe in the resurrection and they believe that when we are resurrected we will be able to be with our families forever.”

“How do they know all of this?”

“Joseph Smith told them. He received revelations and the gold plates. His visions are amazing. He’s the one that translated the Book of Mormon.”

“So, where does this Joseph Smith live?”

“He lived in the United States, but he was killed by a mob in 1844. Brigham Young was the next President of the Mormon Church. He received revelations too. He led the Mormons across the United States back in 1847.”

“I don’t know if I can believe any of this. Visions, gold plates, prophets. It’s just too, too...”

“Amazing?”

“Unbelievable.”

“Well, nobody else has ever been able to tell us where we came from, why we are here and where we are going. Not the Lutherans, not the Catholics, none of them.”

“You’re right, but I just don’t know...”

“Well, don’t make up your mind yet. At least try and read the Book of Mormon.”

“We’ll see. We’ll see. But, please, don’t tell anyone that I promised to read it.”

”Ok.”

They walked the rest of the way in silence. When they got to the farm they found that Kjerstine was over at her sister’s. Rasmus was glad to see his sisters, but he had to get back out in the barn while the weather was still good. They got the potatoes and carrots and walked back home. When they got there Juliane quickly got her copy of the book and buried it in the children’s clothes.

Ane Marie went in the kitchen and found Ole eating breakfast by himself. He had Amanda in his arms and she was squirming, but he held her tight, like a fish. Sophie was over helping Grandma with the morning dishes. Grandma washed a dish and handed it to the happy five year old. She dried each dish and set it carefully on the table.

“Good!”, said Ole. “I need some help to finish this plate of food before your mother takes it from me.” With that he handed the little one to Ane Marie and began to scarf down the rest of his breakfast. Then he got up and handed the dish to his mother-in-law.

She looked at it and then at Sophie. “If he had licked it just a bit more we could have just put it away!”

“Ewwwe, Grandma. That’s yucky!” But then she laughed almost as hard as her grandmother.

Ole stuffed the rest of the girls clothes in his bag. He didn’t even notice the book that Ane Marie had already placed in the bottom, under some clothes. When everyone was ready, they all said goodbye and Ole led the way back into town, to their apartment.

It was dark when they arrived and Ole and Ane Marie got the children ready for bed. Sophie was very glad to be able to sleep in her own bed. She hardly undressed before she was nodding off. Her father tucked her in and she was out. Amanda was a little fussy. Ane Marie gave her nibble of a cracker and she quieted down. He mother laid her down next to Sophie and she fell right to sleep.

“What are we going to do?” Ane Marie’s question caught Ole a little off guard.

“Well, in the morning, I’ll go see if I can get a position ....”

“I mean about us, about our life.”

A confused Ole looked over at her, sitting by the small table. “What do you mean?”

“Well, what are we going to do to give our girls an education and a safe place to live? We can’t live here for the rest of our lives.”

“What’s wrong with this place?” Ole was becoming defensive. He stood up to face her. “I’ll get a job and we’ll do just fine. If I have to, I can go back to fishing. They always need a good hand on the boats. For now, I’ll get ...”

Ane Marie interrupted him, “Oh, I don’t mean now. I mean, I mean... I don’t know what I mean.” She got up and went and placed her arms around him and her head on his chest. “I don’t know what I mean. I’m just worried and I feel ‘unsettled’, like something is missing.” She paused. “I really miss our Alma.” She began to sob again.

He encircled her and held her close, tears in his own eyes, wanting to console her when he too felt the loss. He whispered, “I know. I know. I miss her too.”

Finally she stopped and turned her head to look at the table and bags of clothes. “Can we just leave it until the morning? I am so tired.”

“Of course. We can do that in the morning.”

She let go of him and began to get ready for bed. He too started to undress, but then stopped to watch her. Her red hair was always something to look at, especially when she brushed it. She slipped out of her clothes and his eyes settled on her full figure. She didn’t even notice him stop to watch. When she finally had her nightgown on and she sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair, she looked at him and laughed. “What?”

“I just love to watch you. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now, come to bed.”

He went around and climbed into his side of the bed and then reached for her. He pulled her down to his chest and kissed her. "I mean I really love you. You are so beautiful. I love your hair.”

She kissed him and then sat back up to finish brushing it. When she turned to look at him again, he was asleep. Amanda began to fuss a bit so she stood and went to her. Ole rolled over at the noise and was snoring before Amanda quieted down. Ane Marie went to the table to blow out the light, but sat instead. She pulled the bag of clothes to her and reached into the bottom and pulled out the book. She began to read to herself. “I, Nephi, having been born of goodly parents...”

She read until the candle burned out. She got up and placed the book on the shelf by her bed. She climbed under the covers and snuggled up next to her husband, placing her arm around him. He didn’t move. She laid there, her eyes closed and her mind going over the story she had read. “How could a family become so divided over something so wonderful as visions from God?”

When Ole stirred at the first light of day, she was still awake, pondering the things that she had read. At his first movement she climbed out of bed and lit the fire. It was cold. She climbed back into bed for a moment. Ole rolled over and put his arm around her. She enjoyed his embrace and the comfort that it brought.

Then she heard Amanda cry and it was morning. She climbed back out of bed and went to Amanda. The baby quickly quit crying and started reaching for her mother. Ane Marie picked her up and whispered “Good morning.” to her. “Are you hungry?” With that she placed the baby in a position to nurse while she one handedly stirred the fire and got a pan down to cook food for the rest. The baby sucked quietly on her breast as she worked.

After a few minutes, Amanda was done and nodding back off to sleep. Ane Marie placed her back on the bed next to Sophie and went back to making breakfast. Thankfully they still had some oats for making porridge and a bit of coffee for a cup or two. The water boiled and she poured some into the coffee pot, over the ground coffee she had scooped from its container. She placed the pot on the hook above the fire and stirred a couple of handfuls of the oats into the remaining boiling water in the pan. She stirred them and added a bit of salt. She remembered that they had no milk, but she did have butter and a bit of sugar. She placed them on the table. She got down the three bowls and spoons and set them on the table.

“Ok, everybody, breakfast. Time to get up.”

Sophie popped out of bed like a jack-in-the-box. She grabbed her blanket and climbed down, careful not to disturb the sleeping Amanda. Ole rolled over onto his side and looked at Ane Marie and Sophie. “Can I have mine in bed?”

Sophie and her mother both chimed in, “No!”

“Well, give me a minute.” He rolled back over and sat up on the edge of the bed. He pulled his pants on and stood up, grabbing his shirt before coming around the end of the bed to sit with Sophie at the table. “Coffee?”

Ane Marie poured him a big cup. It was steaming in the morning air. He looked at the candle in the middle of the table. “I would have sworn that candle was bigger last night. Did we forget to blow it out?”

Ane Marie just smiled and said, “Yes.”

“We can’t afford to do that very often.” Then he took a sip of his coffee. “The porridge smells good. Do we have any bread, I’m hungry?”

“Sorry, no bread. I’ll make some today. I’ll put some more water on so you can shave before you start looking for work?”

“Good idea.” He finished his oatmeal and took another drink of coffee. “I think that I’ll start with the fish mongers. Gustav really liked my act with the fish. He might give me a chance to show what I can do.”

He looked at Sophie and then took his right hand and made a fist with the thumb on the outside, for the lower lip of a mouth. He took two dabs of oatmeal from his bowl and placed them on his hand for eyes. He showed the ‘face’ to Sophie, moving the thumb as a lower lip and throwing his voice. “And what will you be doing this day, young lady?”

Sophie giggled out loud and then talked to the hand very seriously. “I’m going to help mommy make bread and take care of the baby.”

“That sounds like a lot of work. Are you going to have any fun today?” The smile on Ole’s face was getting bigger as his audience of one was so enthralled.

“Oh, yes. I’m going to play with my doll, too.” Sophie’s joy at being the sole audience for her father’s act was enough to make anyone’s day.

“Why thank you for being such a great audience. I hope you have a wonderful day.” With that Ole stood and grabbed Sophie up and gave her a hug. Then he re-made the face and made as if to give his daughter a kiss.

She kissed the hand puppet and then threw her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, too.” He put her down and patted her head. “Now, I’ve got to get ready. I have to go find work.“ She sat back on her chair and began to finish her porridge.

Ole used some of the hot water that Ane Marie had prepared to wash his face and then used his straight razor to trim his beard. He looked rather presentable when he finally kissed his girls and walked out the door.

Ane Marie cleared the table and set the bread dough she had made to begin rising. The baby was quiet and Sophie was playing with her doll, so Ane Marie had a few minutes. She took the book down and began to read to herself. Suddenly Sophie was looking at her over the top edge of the book.

“Mommy, what are you reading?”

“A story that Aunt Juliane gave me.”

“Read it to me, Mommy.” Sophie climbed into her chair in anticipation.

“Ok, but no one else is to know that you’ve seen this book. This will be our secret. Ok?”

Now Sophie was even more excited. “Ok, Mommy.”

Ane Marie looked back at the book to find an appropriate place to start reading. She found it. “For behold, it came to pass that fifty and five years had passed away from the time that Lehi left Jerusalem; wherefore....” She read several pages before the bread had risen enough to be pressed down.

Sophie looked at her mother, “Look, Mommy.” She pointed at the dough in the bowl. “Can I do it?”

“Are your hands clean?”

Sophie said “Yes!”, but her mother made her wash them again, anyway. Then she dried them for her. “Now?” She asked.

“Yes.” Ane Marie smiled as Sophie patted the pile of dough. She was ecstatic. Her mother’s smile was just as wide. “Not too hard.” She cautioned. “Ok, that’s enough. Now we let it rise once more and then we will put it in the pans.”

Amanda began to fuss so Ane Marie put the book back and tended to her little one. Sophie watched the bread for another moment and then went and got her doll and began to play.

When Ole finally got home it was already dark, but the smell of the fresh bread was still strong in the home. As he came in he looked at Ane Marie and she knew that he was not happy. But then he smiled at her and said, “The bread smells great. I’m starving.”

She was holding Amanda on her hip. She pulled off a piece of bread for him, and set if on a plate in front of him, on the table. The butter and cheese were already there.

He sat and began to spread the butter on the bread. Then he cut himself a slice of cheese that covered the bread. ”Tomorrow, I’m going back to the packing house. Johansen said that they always need day workers. I’ll have to go real early.”

“I’ll get up and make you a lunch.”

Sophie came up and climbed on his lap. She was already dressed for bed. She had been brushing her hair. He set his bread back on the plate and took the brush from her hand and began to brush her hair for her. “And what have you been doing today? Did you help your mother?”

She basked in the attention. “I helped Mommy make bread.”

“Well, it’s very good. Thank you.” He picked up the rest of the bread and stuffed it in his mouth, “Verrry good.” He mumbled.

Sophie laughed at the face he made. “Daddy, you’re funny.”

He swallowed. “Thank you. You are my favorite audience.”

“And what about me?” Ane Marie asked, as she came around the chair. He stretched out the leg that Sophie wasn’t sitting on and she sat upon it.

“There’s always room for all my girls.” He said, as he hugged them and made faces at Amanda. “I love all of you.”

The next day, after sharing a moment with Ane Marie as she passed him a sandwich of bread and cheese wrapped in paper, he was off to the packing house. He did find a job cleaning dried fish and boxing them for shipment to the rest of Europe and the Americas. This work would only last until the end of the fishing season. It didn’t pay much, but it was enough to keep his family together.

Meanwhile, Ane Marie was teaching Sophie about cooking and cleaning and reading. Reading was Sophie’s favorite thing to do. Her mother would hold her on her lap and they would go over the sounds and what the words meant. This went on for several weeks.

“Be...hold, my bre..ther..n, do ye not re..mem..ber to have read the words of the pro..p..het.”

“Prophet.”

“Prophet. Mommy, what is a prophet?”

“I’m not sure. I think that a prophet is a man that talks with God. You remember the story about Noah and the animals. Noah was a prophet.”

They both jumped when a knock sounded at their door. They hardly ever had any visitors, specially on Mondays. Sophie climbed down and Ane Marie stood and checked her clothes, then her hair. As she reached the door, Sophie grabbed her other hand. They opened the door to be greeted by two men, strangers, but familiar. They both wore dark suits and hats.

The shorter of the two asked, “Mrs. Andreasen?”

“Yes?” she answered. Sophie clung to her hand tightly.

“Your brother, Rasmus, asked us to stop by. We’re the Mormon missionaries. I’m Elder Johnson and this is Elder Anderson. Your brother wanted us to introduce ourselves and see if we can visit with you for a while.” Sophie’s grip eased. “We just saw him and his family yesterday at a meeting and they told us where you lived. May we come in?”

As she opened the door wider to let them enter, she asked, “What happened to Mr. Johansen and Mr. Andersen?”

“Elder Andersen is over in Kalund. Elder Johansen has returned home with a group of Saints. They left two weeks ago. They should be in Zion soon.”

“Elder Johansen told me about his family. I’m sure that he was happy to go home.” She smiled and offered them the two chairs by the table. They continued to stand.

“He served a good mission and he baptized hundreds of people. He’ll be missed here, but it was time for him to go.” He paused for a moment. “We wanted to ask if you have had a chance to read the book that you sister, Juliane, gave you?”

Surprised, she answered, “Juliane told you? She wasn’t supposed to. Yes, we have been reading it.” Sophie raced over and got the book off the table.

“We’re not done with it yet!” Sophie did not want to give up their secret book. She hugged it to her.

Elder Anderson sat down. “Oh! Don’t worry. We’re not here to take it back.” Sophie looked at him and began to smile. “In fact, we’d like to talk to you more about it. What is your favorite part?”

Sophie’s grin went ear to ear. “Well, I don’t like all the fighting, but the story about the tree and the rod was exciting.” She didn’t sound like a five year old when she was speaking.

“I like that part, too.” Sophie began to climb up on his lap and he helped her get a seat. She opened the book to where she and her mother had been reading.

“Mommy was telling me what a prophet was.”

He looked gleeful. “Oh? What did she say?”

“That a prophet was a farmer named Noah and that God talked to him, and that he saved all the animals from the flood.”

“Well, that’s pretty good.” Elder Anderson turned and smiled at Ane Marie and then back at Sophie. “Did you know that this book was translated by a prophet?”

“Really?” Sophie looked at him in amazement. She turned the book over to look at the cover and then went back to the page they had been looking at.

Elder Johnson answered this time, “Really!”

Ane Marie relaxed a bit and turned to her cupboard and them back to them, “Can I offer you gentlemen something to drink? Maybe a bit of bread?”

Elder Johnson answered, “I could use a drink, thank you.” She poured him a glass.

When she looked at Elder Anderson, he shook his head and went back to looking at the book with Sophie. He continued, “Let’s look at that vision of Nephi.” He turned the pages until he found what he was looking for. “See, here it says that Nephi wanted to see what his father, Lehi, had seen. He wanted to understand what it meant. So he, ah, here it is, ‘...desired to know the things that my father had seen, and believing that the Lord was able to make them known unto me, as I sat pondering in mine heart...’ Do you know what it means to ‘ponder in your heart’?”

“No.” Sophie looked at him with real intent. “What does it mean?”

“It means to think about it and to pray about it.” Elder Anderson looked at Ane Marie. “Do you know how to pray?”

Sophie answered, “Yes! My Mommy taught me. We pray for Daddy every day.” A smile crossed everyone’s face.

“Good. Well, that’s what Nephi did. He prayed. And you know what his answer was?”

There was a pause, but Elder Anderson went on, “His answer was that the vision his father had seen was real and then he got to see it for himself. He saw the rod and the tree and his family.” Again Elder Anderson turned to Ane Marie. “Have you prayed about this Book of Mormon? Do you believe that it is true?”

Ane Marie hesitated and then answered, “I, uh, we haven’t finished reading it yet.”

Elder Johnson then spoke. “We want you to know that it is true. We believe it. May we come back when you have finished reading it?”

“You may always come back. I don’t know how long it will take us to read it, but we’ll let you know. I’ll tell my brother when I’m done.” She had already read most of the book, getting to the part where Christ had appeared to the people after His resurrection.

“Well, when you have a chance, please pray about the truthfulness of the book. The Spirit will answer your questions, just like he did Nephi’s” Elder Anderson put Sophie on her feet and he and his companion stood to go.

“I do have one question. It’s about this ‘Eternal Life’ that my sister was telling me about. Does that mean that I will see my little girl, Alma? She was never baptized.”

Elder Johnson answered her as he sat down in the chair vacated by Elder Anderson. “Yes, you will see your little girl again. We are taught by the prophet that, through the blessings of the Priesthood, our families will be sealed together for all eternity. That’s why Christ came to this earth and why the gospel has been restored. That’s why we are here on our missions. Our Savior wants you to know about Eternal Life, to know Him.”

“I do not understand it all.” Ane Marie was shaking her head. “Our priest said that Alma was gone forever, because she had not been baptized. Now you two tell me that she is not lost. How am I to know the truth?”

“Pray, Mommy. We can pray.” Sophie’s words stunned even the Elders.

“She’s right.” Elder Anderson was beaming down at little Sophie.

Elder Johnson asked, “Before we go, can we leave say a word of prayer and leave a blessing on your home?”

She nodded and then the Elders kneeled down. She and Sophie joined them and Elder Anderson began the prayer. “Our father who art in Heaven, please hear out prayer for these sisters....”

When he finished, they all said, “Amen.” As they stood, Elder Anderson held out his hand and Ane Marie grasped it in hers. “Thank you,” she said. “I actually feel better. Can you come by next week?”

“We’ll be here.” He let go of her hand, but not before asking, “Can you come to your brother’s house next Sunday? We’re holding church services there.”

“We’ll try.” She escorted them to the door. Sophie was about to follow them, but Ane Marie held her by the shoulder. “Good bye!”

Elder Johnson looked back up the stairs and said, “Good bye, little sister Andreasen.”

Once the door closed, Sophie turned to her mother, “Can we really go see them on Sunday?”

“We will see what your father has to say about it. But please, let me ask him. We do not want him to be overwhelmed. He might say no, just because of the pressure.” She looked at her daughter and realized that she was committing to learn more about this church.

She thought about it all afternoon and came up with several opening remarks. But she discarded all of them. After dark, as Ole was coming up the stairs, it settled on her what she should say. With Amanda in the crook of her arm and Sophie at her skirt, she kissed her husband hello. “You seem to be in a good mood. Did something change at work?”

He looked at her and then the girls. “No. I’m just glad to be home.” He knelt down on one knee and reached for Sophie. “Come and give Daddy a kiss.”

Sophie jumped into his arms and then pushed her head back. “Ewee! Daddy, you smell terrible.”

He put his chin on her cheek and said, “Yes, I do. But it puts food on the table.” With that he reached back through the open door and dragged in a huge chunk of fresh salmon. “How about this?”

“Oh, my! How did you get that?” Ane Marie knew that all the fish Ole worked with were already salted. To get fish as fresh as this would mean that someone brought it in off one of the boats that had just landed.

“Rasmus brought it to me.” He was smiling, but she did not see the twinkle in his eye.

“Rasmus?”

He went on quickly, “Yes. Apparently he went to see Olafsen and they threw him a fish.”

“But why didn’t he come home with you?”

“He did!” And with that he reached around one more time and dragged his laughing brother-in-law into the room. Both men were chortling like schoolboys after playing a prank.

“Hi, Ane Marie.” She hit him in the shoulder with her free hand. “Hello, Sophie!” He took her from her father. “How’s this big girl doing?”

“I’m fine. You’re funny!” She giggled and gave him a big hug.

Ane Marie feigned some irritation for a moment, but then the smile on her face erased that feeling. “How are Kjerstine and the children? We miss them so much.”

“They’re fine. Why don’t all of you come and see them on Sunday? We’re having some friends over and they’d all love to see you.”

“Can we Daddy?” Sophie looked imploringly at her father.

“Sure.” He looked back at Rasmus. “What time do you want us to be there?”

“You should come for lunch. The others will be coming around two.” He looked at his sister and winked, “You can bring your apple pies.”

“I’ll do that. Will you come in and have some diner with us? We have this big piece of fish and we can never eat all of it by ourselves.” She took his hand to lead him to the table, but he didn’t budge.

“I’d love to, but I have two more chunks to deliver, one to Mom and Dad and one to my own family. I have to be going. So, everybody, give me a hug.”

Sophie put her arms around his neck and squeezed as tight as she could. “Thank you, Uncle Rasmus. I love you!”

“I love you too!” Then he put an arm around his sister and chucked Amanda under the chin. “She’s getting bigger every day.” Then he hugged his sister. When he let her go, he looked in her eyes and smiled. “You seem to be much,..” he paused.

“Happier?” said Ane Marie.

“...more at peace.” He looked a moment longer and then turned to Ole. They shook hands. “I’ll see you on Sunday.” With that he went to the door and swung his sack over his shoulder.

As he started down the stairs, Ane Marie and Sophie stepped out on the landing. “Tell Mama and Papa that we love them and we’ll see them soon.”

“Of course. Love you!” and he was off into the fast approaching night. They went back in and shut the door.

Ole was already at the fire, putting some more wood on and getting ready to cook the salmon. Ane Marie put Amanda on the bed and got her knife and cut the pink chunk of salmon into four slices. She grabbed her pan and put some butter and onions in it and set it on the hearth. She grabbed two potatoes and sliced them into the pan. When the butter began to sputter, she flipped the potatoes and onions. In a few moments the potatoes were cooked and she slipped them and the onions onto a plate and put two of the salmon steaks in the pan. She put the other two in a bucket and poured salt over them. Then she got down the bread and set it on the table while the steaks browned on one side. She took down a sprig of tarragon and some chives and crushed them over the fish.

“Sophie, get the plates and forks.” But Sophie was already doing that. She set them on the table like a trained waitress from some fine restaurant.

Ole just stood and watched. “She is a lot of help, isn’t she?”

Ane Marie turned and smiled. “Yes, she is.” She turned back to the steaks, flipped them and they sizzled. “Ok, you two, sit down.” Just before the salmon was ready, Ane Marie took a handful of dried shrimp and threw them in the butter and seasoning. Finally, she took down the largest plate they owned and put the salmon on it and then poured the butter and seasoning over the top.

When she brought the plates of fish and potatoes to the table, both Ole and Sophie ‘ooohed’ their appreciation. This was indeed a wonderful ending to an interesting day. Neither Sophie nor her mother mentioned it, but they both were pleased to be going to Rasmus and Kjerstine’s home on Sunday, without having to explain why.

It was a noisy meal as Ole recounted how he had worked all day only to see Rasmus at the door when he was leaving. That was a miracle to him, since he did not know what he was going to take home to his girls for dinner. At the mention of the word miracle, Ane Marie looked over at her daughter who was smiling back at her. It was their miracle, too.

Amanda awoke and began to fuss. Ane Marie went over and picked her up. She brought her back to the table and began to feed her from her own plate. The baby wasn’t interested in the fish, but she gummed the potato happily. When she was finally placed to her mother’s breast she sucked for only a moment and then fell back to sleep. Ane Marie put her back on the bed. By then Ole and Sophie had already cleared the table. Ane Marie took over for Ole and she and Sophie finished washing and drying the dishes and the pan and placed them back in their places.

Ole sat at the table, watching these two, beautiful women of his life. “So, what have you two been doing all day?”

Sophie answered before looking at her mother, “Reading.”

“What did you read today?”

Ane Marie answered quickly, “Stories about people traveling.” She looked down at Sophie and Sophie giggled. They finished the dishes and Sophie sat and played with her doll for a few moments.

After a while, her mother helped her change for bed and then helped her climb into bed. Ane Marie checked on Amanda, who was still sleeping soundly. She sat down on the edge of her bed and brushed her hair and then looked over at Ole. He was asleep in his chair, his head resting on the back of the chair. She pulled back the covers on his side of the bed.

She went over and gently kissed his forehead. He awoke and pulled her to his lap. “You were sound asleep,” she said.

“And awakened by the kiss of an angel.” He looked at her face and smiled. She did look happier than he had seen her in the months since Alma’s death. She stood up and blew out the candle on the table. Then she took him by the hand and gently pulled him to his feet. He let her lead him to the bed where she sat him down and then bent to take off his shoes and then his pants and then his shirt. She pushed him back on his pillow and he did not resist. Then she took a quick look at her children who were fast asleep and she pulled off her dress and climbed into bed with her husband. They made love and then he held her close until they both fell asleep.

In the next three days of that week, Ane Marie finished reading the book for herself while she and Sophie continued to read for several hours each day. On Friday, the two missionaries knocked at her door. To her surprise, Kjerstine was with them. Kjerstine explained, “The Elders were walking down the street and I was on my way to see you when I met them, so here we are.”

Elder Johnson asked “May we come in?”

Ane Marie was pleased and perplexed. “Yes.” Sophie was sitting at the table with the Book of Mormon open in front of her.

“I see,” said Elder Anderson, “that you have been reading the Book of Mormon. What do you think of it?” He was addressing Sophie.

“It is a really good story. I like the parts about Jesus and how he loved the little children.”

“My goodness.” said Elder Anderson, “You have been reading it.”

Sophie answered for them both. “Every day.”

Her mother broke in. “I’ve read the entire book. And I’ve prayed about it a great deal.”

“Then we need to talk with you a bit about what it will mean to be a member of this church.”

“I’ve read it, but I don’t know about joining your church.” Her concerns were evident in her voice.

Elder Johnson pressed, “Can we use the kitchen table for a bit?”

“Sure.”

Elder Johnson motioned for Ane Marie to have a chair. He remained standing and began, “In the beginning, God created Adam and Eve and placed them in the Garden of Eden. They came here because they needed a body to become like their Father in heaven. He gave them commandments. Because they disobeyed one of His commandments, they were forced out of the garden. Physical death became a part of every man’s life, but, more importantly, the separation of Man from God also became part of man’s life on earth. Prophets were called of God to teach Man how he could return to God’s presence. Prophets like Noah, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob taught about a Savior, Jesus Christ, who would come to save the world.”

Elder Anderson then said, “And He did come. We testify that Jesus Christ is the Savior of the world. He came and took upon Himself our sins, if we believe in Him and are baptized. When we obey him, our sins are washed away and we become clean again. Then we can be with Him forever.”

Elder Johnson went on, “Sophie, do you believe in Jesus Christ?”

“Yes.”

“Good. How about you, sister Andreasen?”

With no hesitation, Ane Marie answered, “Of course.”

Elder Johnson went on, “When Christ bowed down in Gethsemane, He took upon himself our sins. When He hung on the cross of Golgotha, and died for us, it was to overcome death for everyone.”

Elder Anderson again spoke, “After three nights in the tomb, Jesus Christ arose. He was resurrected. He overcame death, and because He did, we are promised that we too will be resurrected, to stand before Him and be judged by Him.”

Ane Marie interrupted them, “But what about my little Alma. She was not baptized? What about her?”

Elder Anderson answered her, “The prophet has told us that little children, before the age of eight, are already holy and do not need baptism.”

“And,” said Elder Johnson, “they enter directly into our Father’s kingdom. Like Christ said, ‘blessed are the little children, for of such is the kingdom of Heaven.’ ”

That was the answer she had been waiting to hear. Ane Marie’s response was immediate, “Then I want to be baptized.”

“Me too.” Sophie chimed in, “Me too.”

“Well, sister Sophie, you will have to wait until you are eight.” Elder Johnson saw the tears well up in the little girl’s eyes, but Kjerstine stepped in.

“That’s ok, Sophie. You can be baptized when your cousin Peter gets baptized. We’ll make him wait until warm weather and you can be baptized as the same day. Ok?”

“Now, sister Andreasen,” Elder Anderson waited for the child to nod, “Will that be ok?” She nodded again and he turned to her mother. “And you, sister Andreasen, we will need to wait for your husband’s approval. We never baptize married women without their husband’s consent. Besides, he might want to join you.”

“He hasn’t read the book yet. I don’t know if he will. I’ll have to ask him.” She looked worried.

“I recommend that you ask him when you are in a comfortable situation. We will talk to you all on Sunday.” And with that, they excused themselves and left Kjerstine to visit with her sister-in-law.

Ane Marie did not mention anything about the visit to Ole when he got home that night. It was late, so she fed him and the children and put them all to bed. Then she sat at the table an did some sewing while her mind was going over the things she needed to pray about. The next morning, Ole left for work before she even knew it.

On Saturday, Ole got to come home early. Ane Marie already had the water boiling for his bath when he arrived. She fed him some fresh bread and coffee and went back to her pies. She had used the last of their apples to make two special pies. She hoped her mother would let her have a few more.

Sophie was outside, playing dolls with a neighbor girl, so Ole shucked his clothes and stepped into the washtub in the middle of the floor. It was already half full of cold water. Ane Marie came over and poured some hot water into the tub and he sat down and began to scrub himself clean. She placed the pan of hot water on the floor next to him. He used the lye soap to peel back a layer of dirt that had built up in the month since his last bath. He poured more hot water into the tub and rinsed off. Ane Marie brought him his razor and held the mirror for him as he trimmed his beard. When he finished, his skin was as pink as a new born baby, and he smelled almost as sweet. Ane Marie handed him a towel and he quickly dried himself off. He was all dressed when Sophie came back in from playing.

Ole said, “Ok, Sophie, your turn.”

“But, Daddy, I want to go back out and play with ...”

Her mother interrupted her. “Sorry, young lady. The water is warm now and it won’t be later. Take off your clothes and get into that tub.”

“Yes, mother.” The dejected child was soon splashing water at her father who leaned down to help her wash her back.

Ane Marie had taken the pies off the hearth. They were baked to perfection and only had to cool. She came to her daughter’s tub and told Ole to set the table. “Now, young lady, let’s wash your pretty hair.” Carefully, she took some scented oil she had and mixed it with the lye soap to raise a bit of a lather and then she gently washed her daughter’s hair. Ane Marie had Sophie stand and, using the last of the warm water in the pan, she rinsed the soap from Sophie, starting at the top of her head. Then she dried her off and told her to get dressed for bed.

When Sophie came back to her mother, she smelled sweet and her mother kissed her on the top of her head. “Now, sit down and eat your bread.”

The next morning they all arose and began to get ready to go to Rasmus and Kjerstine’s home. Sophie was excited to see her cousins and Aunt Kjerstine. Twice, her mother had to tell her to finish eating her porridge before she could get down from the table. Ane Marie was also excited, but she didn’t want Ole to know just how excited she was, or why.

By the time they arrived at Rasmus’ house, it was about ten. Kjerstine hugged her sister-in-law and dragged her and her pies into the kitchen. “So tell me, what have you been doing?”

Ane Marie knew the real question, so she answered it. “Yes, I finished reading the Book of Mormon.” The smile on her face answered the next question before it was asked.

“And you did get an answer to your prayer. Good!”

“Yes, and no. Ole does not know yet. I’ve got to tell him today, before the church service starts. I just don’t know how.”

“Well, you better figure it out before the Elders arrive, because they are going to ask you some questions, questions that will change your lives.”

“I know, I..” She was interrupted by her husband’s cough. She looked at the door and at his smiling face.

“I’ve known for weeks that you were doing something that made you happier. I just didn’t know what it was. Now I know.” She looked at him, a little fearful, but he looked back smiling. “I asked Sophie what she was reading and she brought me the book. Apparently you have read it all the way through.”

She nodded. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t put it down. Are you angry with me?”

“Of course not. If this church of theirs makes you as happy as I’ve seen you, then I’m all for it.”

“Good, because I want to be baptized.” There it was, out in the open and with no yelling or screaming. “Will you let me?”

He did not hesitate. “Of course, if that will make you happy.”

She ran to him, threw her arms around him and hugged him. “Thank you.”

“We’d better not tell Mama and Papa.” They both looked behind Ole and saw Rasmus standing there. “They are mad at me as it is. Papa told me that unless we leave this church, he will never speak to me again. He will not let Juliane come to church with us anymore.”

“What?” Ane Marie was amazed.

Kjerstine answered her question with, “He even made Juliane promise to never come here again, but Mama made him change his mind about that. She just can’t come on Sundays.”

“Why?” This time it was Ole that asked.

“I think that he believes that the Church has stolen his family from him, first me and now Juliane. If he finds out about you he might disown you as well.”

Ole’s answer to that was a jovial, “Well, I’m not joining any church, so he won’t disown me!”

Rasmus chuckled a bit, and then added, “It’s ok. We will be leaving soon, anyway.” Everyone stopped, waiting for him to finish. He looked around at them, very pleased with himself. “I’ve found someone to take the farm and that will give us enough money. We will be leaving in September. We’re going to America! We’re going to Zion!”

The mood of the discussion was suddenly much more lively. Kjerstine looked at her husband and asked, “Did Hans agree?”

“Yes. He is going to pay us after the crops are in and sold. With that and what we’ll get for ours, we can afford the passage and have a litle to spare.”

“Yes! Yes!” was all that Kjerstine could say. They did a group hug around Rasmus and Kjerstine. There was laughing and crying, all at once.

A few moments later there was a knock at the front door. “I wonder who that is?” said Kjerstine, as she took her apron and wiped the tears from her eyes.

Rasmus went to the door and opened it and then shouted back at the rest, “It’s the Elders.” He turned back to Elder Johnson and Elder Anderson. “Come in, come in. We’re just celebrating.”

“We like celebrations,” said Elder Johnson. “What is this celebration for?”

“We have made arrangements to sell our farm and so we are planning to go to Zion in September.” Rasmus said excitedly. And then, before the missionaries could congratulate him, he turned towards Ane Marie, “And my sister wants to be baptized.”

“Now that,” said Elder Johnson, “is a real reason to celebrate.” He looked at Ole and wasn’t exactly sure what he saw in the man’s face. “How about you, Mr. Andreasen? Do you want to be baptized too?”

“No. Your church is not for me. But my wife is very happy to become a member of your church. That’s enough for me.” He looked down at his wife and hugged her. Her smile was enough to make him grin from ear to ear.

She looked back at the missionaries. “When can I be baptized?”

Elder Johnson looked at her and her family. “How about,” he looked up at the ceiling and pretended to be in deep thought for a moment, “today?” He looked back at them, now very seriously. “We already have a baptism scheduled for two o’clock at the pond on the Grieg’s farm. Would that be ok?

She looked up at Ole and his face was pleased. She turned to her brother and Kjerstine and they were nodding. “That would be wonderful. What do I need to do?”

Kjerstine spoke up, “I’ll help you get ready. I already a white dress you can wear.”

“And I,” said her brother, “would like to be the one to baptize you.” He turned to Elder Anderson, “Is that ok with you, Elder?”

“Of course. You have the Aaronic Priesthood and you hold the office of a Priest. Will that be ok with you, Sister Andreasen?”

And so it was that Rasmus baptized his sister, Ane Marie Andreasen, on Sunday, the first of August, 1880. Her daughters, Ane Sophie and Amanda Petra, and her husband, Ole Andreasen, were there.

Then life went on. Ole continued to work at the packing plant and every Sunday they would travel to the church meetings, where ever they were being held that week. The missionaries continued to try and talk with Ole, and he was cordial at first, but then, after a few months, he tried not to be home when they would come by.

Meanwhile, Ane Marie got pregnant again. As best as she could figure, it happened in September, around the time that Kjerstine and Rasmus took their boat to England. That meant that the new baby would be born about May or June. It would be good news at the Oleson’s home, and she wrote to Kjerstine as soon as the first letter from America arrived.

Meanwhile, at the Ole Rasmussen home, Ane Marie’s mother was excited to have another grandchild. She had been very upset when her son took all of his children and moved to America. “It’s not right, you moving my grandchildren so far from me.” That was all that Maren Rasmussen could say. Then they were gone and, after that, she did not talk of Rasmus or Kjerstine. Even when her husband received a letter, she would not acknowledge it. If she could not cuddle the grandchildren, then it was better for her that they did not exist.

In March Ane Marie got a new letter. Everyone at her house got very excited. She took the letter to her parent’s home to let her mother read it, but her mother wouldn’t have it and huffed back into her kitchen. Ane Marie was now six months pregnant and the cold March wind had tired her. She sat on the good chair to catch her breath, but Juliane couldn’t wait. “What did she say? What is it like there?” So Ane Marie handed Juliane the letter and she started to read.

“January 1st, 1881. Dear Ane Marie and family, HAPPY NEW YEAR! Winter in the mountains is a lot different than in Denmark. From our valley here on Mink Creek, they rise up and up and up. The mountains are unlike anything you’ve ever seen. When we arrived a couple of months ago, the mountain tops were already covered in snow. Now that white blanket has come down and covered the valleys.”

“I remember the snows in Denmark being swept along by the wind, making drifts everywhere, but it never got as deep as it does here. We are told that the temperatures here are colder than at home, but the air is dry. If you bundle up, the cold doesn’t get inside your bones like it did at home. The air is so dry that my lips crack and my skin is rough. The paths to the barns and sheds are almost tunnels, the sides are almost as tall as I am. Our animals all have to have sheds and barns and the feed has to be gathered in before the snows come.”

“Christmas was unbelievable this year. Our first Christmas in America. The presents from Peder and his family were mostly for the children, since we had to leave so many of their toys behind. Who would have thought last year how different this one would be. English is going to be a hard language to learn. But the celebration of the birth of the Savior has been very special for us this year. Rasmus gave me a beautiful box to keep tokens and memories in of our new life here. The Bishopric and their families held a party the night before Christmas and as a new family we got to attend. We sang carols and had wonderful goodies. We are now safely gathered to a place where everyone believes as we do. It is a wonderful feeling.”

“Peder and a lot of the brethren in the area had most of the crops harvested by the time we got here. Peder lives quite a ways away, but he left his oldest son, John, to help us. We now have two milk cows and some sheep. Our house is smaller than our old farm, but it is wonderful to be here.”

“How are my two favorite nieces? Tell Sophia that we think about her a lot. Every time I look at my Peter I remember her and him playing together. I’m sure that little Amanda isn’t so little anymore. I hope that Sophia takes care of her for you. At two years old, I bet that Amanda is giving Sophia a run for her money. Our Maren tries to help, but Hannah runs her ragged.”

“It’s great news to hear that you are going to have another baby. We are so proud of you and happy for you. What are you going to name the baby? What do you want, a boy or another girl?”

“Is Ole still listening to the missionaries? How is the Church since we left? I know that more than half of the members came with us, but we hope that it is still growing strong.”

“January 10th, 1881. Sorry. I did not get this sent because we have been so busy. A blizzard hit and we’ve been working very hard to take care of everything. I hope that you will forgive me.”

“Rasmus and some of his friends went hunting yesterday and left me alone with the children and the chores. I know that we need the meat, but I hate milking cows twice a day. Our Ole has been a great help, but he’s still only six. Well, he’ll be seven in March, but still, a 70 pound boy trying to push an 800 pound cow into her stall is something to see.”

“Please tell your mother that we all love her and miss her. And that her grandchildren are safe and growing like weeds.”

“I have to end this now as our neighbor has come by on his way in to Preston and he’s promised to take any mail that we have going out. We all love all of you. Kjerstine, Rasmus, Peter, Maren and Hannah.”

The two sisters were disappointed that there wasn’t any more to Kjerstine’s letter, but it was still great news. Then they heard the sniffing in the kitchen and they realized that their mother had been listening. They both smiled.

Ole had been out of work for a bit and they had to give up their apartment and move in with his mother to allow them to get on their feet while Ane Marie was down with the baby. He did find another job, back on the boats. There wasn’t any other kind of work to be had in the town and he had to bring in food.

The time passed quickly for others, but for Ane Marie, the hotter the days got, the harder the pregnancy was, until, finally, in June, she could not even get out of bed. Alma Heelvig Andreasen was born on June 13th, 1881 at mother Andreasen’s home in Copenhagen. Even though she was named Alma, after the baby that had died, everyone called her Alice.

Ole’s mother was very pleased to have her son and his family in her home. Her youngest daughter had gotten married a couple of years before and she had been alone. Now, with a newborn to care for and with little Sophie and Amanda as constant companions, she was back in charge, teaching and taking over, day by day.

That summer, another letter arrived from America. With it came the news that Kjerstine was pregnant and due in November. Ane Marie had written about the birth of Alice and that they were now living with Ole’s mom. She was not happy with the arrangement. Giving up being the lady of the house was not an easy thing for her. Before she had the freedom to go and do when she pleased but now she was always on call for her mother-in-law. It was not easy.

Kjerstine had written back about her family and how the summer had gone. Rasmus and the neighbors were busy irrigating and weeding. She and Peter and Maren were busy with the garden and the house. Her pregnancy was apparently an easier one.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Ane Marie - Chapter VI

The Death of Alma Maren Juliane

Ole did not love fishing, but he would do it, could do it because of his love for Ane Marie and his girls, “Sophie” and “Alma”. So, week after week, he would force himself to get back on the ship and sail into the harsh weather of the North Sea. The endless days of being tossed up and down with the cold and wet environment ate at his spirits.

The alcohol came with the depression. Most fishermen drank heavily, both at sea and when at home. Many of them spent their share of the fishing haul before they left the docks.

But Ole also loved to perform in front of an audience. He learned to be a ventriliquist and a dancer. He started delaying his long walk home so that he could stay in town to work with the local showmen. It started before Sophie was born. Some times he almost had to be dragged from the stage.

Just before their third daughter was born, Ole and Ane Marie moved to a small room in town. It was very crowded in the loft. They told themselves that it would be better if they had their own place. In some ways it was, but it left Ane Marie alone to raise the girls. And it also made it easier for Ole to spend more time with the troupe of performers he became part of.

Every couple of days Ane Marie and the girls would walk back to Grandma and Grandpa Oleson’s house to spend a day or two. Then they would go and spend a day with Grandma Andreasen. And then they would walk back to the town to wait for Ole.

Then one day ashore, he made as much money in a couple of hours as he had made during the last week long stint on board the boat. The next day he told the captain that he was not going out because his wife and children were sick. He stayed home, but that night he was on stage performing and then backstage with the cast. His antics were loved by his fellow performers and he was convinced that he could make as much money doing what he loved as he could make doing what made him wet and miserable.

And, for a while, he did.

But, like fish, audiences come and go and a performer, like a fisherman, must travel after them with his troupe from place to place. On March 22nd, 1879, he was in Kalundborg, a fishing village sixty miles away, when his third daughter, Amanda Petra Andreasen was born in Usserod. It took him two weeks to find out and another three days before he arrived at their apartment.

There was no one at their apartment. He turned around and walked out and headed for his mother’s place across town.

They weren’t there, either.

Ane Marie and the girls were still at her parents' home when he arrived. His Sophie saw him first.

“Daddy!”, she screamed, as a precocious three year old would do.

“Hello, sweetheart. How’s Daddy’s little mermaid doing?” He swung her up to his shoulder and perched her there, steadied by his right hand.

“What did you bring me?”

Just then Ane Marie came through the door, carrying his newest daughter. "I’ll have to look. Hang on a moment while I say hello to your baby sister.” Quickly he took Sophie off of his shoulder and set her down on the ground.

“Hi, Ane Marie. Wow! You look wonderful!”

He walked quickly to the porch. “And she’s so big already.”

Ane Marie had been prepared to scold him for not being there when the baby was born. The night before she had been frightened, but she had already made it to her parents home and then everything happened so fast and her mother and his mother and Kjerstine and Juliane had all been there to help.

She had convinced herself that what he was doing was important and that he did provide for her and the children.

She had Papa send messages to all the fishing villages around the island, but still, he had not come. When the second week went she was concerned that he wasn’t coming, that he had found someone else, that she and the children were a burden that he had thrown off.

And then he came up the steps, hand in hand with little Sophie, and all was forgiven. “Her name is Amanda Petra Andreasen. Your mother recomended the Petra because of all her red hair. Do you like her?”

“Like her? I love her! Here, let me hold her.” Ole took her in his arms and was about to place her against his shoulder and chin when the baby spit up on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about that. I am used to it.”

Ane Marie handed him a rag to place on the shoulder so he could hold little Amanda. “She’s chunky. This is going to be a big girl. It’s a good thing I signed up with Johansen. This one is going to eat us out of house and home.”

“Johansen? When did you see him?”

“The boat’s been in repairs for weeks and he was looking for a crew. When I didn’t find you and the girls at home I passed the dock on the way to my mother’s. The skipper saw me and we talked for a few minutes. He’ll be getting underway in three days.”

“But the show? I thought that you hated fishing. Why would you go back out?”

“Well, I don’t hate eating and sleeping in doors and it’s obvious that this little girl is not going to survive on mother’s milk alone.”

“Besides, Johansen’s boat has always been lucky for me. We will make enough to last us through the winter. Who knows? The show may be back in town by then and I can join them again next spring.”

Though they both really wanted to go back to their own apartment, he left Ane Marie and the three children at his mother-in-law’s when he went back to town and the ship. The plan was that he’d be gone ten days and then he’d come back and take his wife and daughters home again. The trip was lucky and they hauled in enough cod in eight days to fill them to the scuppers.

As soon as Ane Marie saw him coming up the hill, she yelled to the girls playing in the yard. “Look girls! Daddy’s back.”

As they turned from their play they both screeched with glee and jumped in the air. “Hi, girls!” Both girls ran to him to be picked up. “How’s my Sophie? Alma, how are you doing?” He turned from one to the other, “I missed you two, Give me a kiss.”

“Oh, Daddy, you smell like fish!”

“That’s what I brought for dinner. It’s fresh. I caught it this morning.”

The summer passed quickly as Ane Marie cared for her husband and children. Their apartment grew smaller and smaller, but still, it was their home. Ole would be home for a few days and then the ship would set sail again to try its luck at finding the schools of fish that would feed the hungry citizens of Europe. He’d be gone for anywhere from 5 days to three weeks.

While Ole was on one of his longer trips, Ane Marie and the girls went to visit her brother Rasmus and his wife. The four of them trudged up the road from town on a warm summer morning. They were greeted by Rasmus and Ane Kjerstine and their three children. There was five year old Ole Peter, two year old Maren Sophia and three month old Bodil Johanne, called Hannah by everyone.

They were living in the home that Ane Kjerstine had lived in all her life. Her brother Peder had gone to the great west of America, leaving Ane Kjerstine and her brother Hans to care for the family farm. Rasmus and Hans worked the fields every day to grow feed for the cows. They awoke every morning to milk the cows. Then one of them would take the milk into town to sell it.

“How long has he been out this time?” Ane Kjerstine asked, speaking about Ole.

“Only two days. But his last three trips took three weeks and they were only home for two days between each trip. He looks so tired.”

They were interrupted by five year old Peter, “Mommy! Look at this frog I caught in the creek. Can I keep it?”

“As long as you share it with your cousins.”

“Ok!” and off he went to show the girls his treasure.

“He’s growing up so fast. What are you feeding that boy?”

“Don’t worry. Your girls will all grow big and strong. I want Peter to be bigger before we take the trip to America. It’s a long trip to Zion. Did I tell you that I got a letter from Peder and Petrine?”

“No. What did they say?” Ane Marie’s curiosity was real. There was so little news from the people that had left and gone to the Americas. Every scrap of news was shared with everyone you knew.

“Here, you hold Hannah while I climb up and get it.” She , gently passed her baby to Ane Marie’s open left arm, Alma already being in the crook of Ane Marie’s right arm. Ane Kjerstine climbed the ladder to her bedroom. “Here it is.” She waved the letter as she climbed down and once again took Hannah. She sat down.

“Dear Ane and family, first, we are all well. We heard that there was Cholera in the towns on the plains to the east of our mountains, but we were protected from it by the Lord.”

“Since last I wrote we have moved to a community just east of the great salt sea I told you about. Lynne is between the eastern edge of the ‘Great Salt Lake’ and the mountains. Lynne is a fairly new, sparsly populated area, but everyone is very friendly and treats you just like family. Most of us are from Denmark.”

“The Great Salt Lake is amazing. It doesn’t have the waves of the sea, but it smells a lot like the ocean. There are no fish in it, which is very disapointing. It is so big that the islands in the middle are populated by wild animals. The streams and river coming out of the mountains are cold and clear and then they feed into the lake and become salty beyond belief. They say that it is so salty that a man can float in it without even trying. Personally, I have no desire to try.”

“We are living on a very different kind of farm here in Zion. The vegetables grow wonderfully, but only because we drag the water to them every day. We dig dtches and canals connecting to the river. We formed a group called the Lynne Ward Water Improvement District. Our goal is to improve the irregation system. It is literally an uphill battle to get enough water for our crops.”

“We started with a small ditch off of the river coming out of the canyon close to us. Then we stretched the ditch to another field and then to another. Now we have a system with gates and ditches to carry water clear down to the valley. It runs 24 hours a day, so some nights I have to get up every couple of hours to close some gates and open others. But it works.”

“The apple trees grow in orchards on the hillsides while the mountains shoot up above them like the fiords of home. The snows are still on the tops of the mountains and it’s already May.”

“It’s hard to believe that the Saints have lived here just over thirty years. Tomorrow, May 10th, ...”

Ane Marie interrupted her. “Oh my goodness. That got here in less than two months.”

“I know. The trains and the steam ships carry everything so much faster than before.” Hannah burbled to share their excitement and Kjerstine dabbed at the baby’s chin. “Now, let’s see, where was I? Oh yes...”

”Tomorrow, May 10th is the tenth anniversary of the driving of the gold spike up at Promontory Summit. For ten years now, Saints have been coming to Zion by train. This is not the wild west anymore.”

“In a couple of months, on the 24th of July, it will be 32 years since the first company of Saints came into the valley. Our family has been here now for almost 2 years. So much has happened that it sometimes seems as a dream. New families come and find their homesteads and their neighbors appear and, boom, they have a house built and a barn going up. As a counselor to our ward Bishop, I’ve been involved in a barn raising just about every week this summer.”

“Every day our testimonies of the gospel of Jesus Christ grow stronger and stronger. We know that this is where we are supposed to be. We know that Christ lives and that because of Him we shall be together, forever. We know that those who have died are not lost, that our Sophie Marie will be with us in our eternal family, forever.”

“The restored gospel and the Book of Mormon are true. You have read it and you know that what I’m saying is true. The Spirit of the Lord has answered our prayers and yours. I was so glad when you were both baptized. I can hardly wait for you to come. We even have a farm located for you, just a half mile from ours.”

“Two years ago the ground was broken and the building was begun on the House of the Lord in Logan. It is on the hillside and the temple will overlook a valley that is lush and green. When the temple is completed, we will go, as a family, and be sealed together for time and all eternity. We hope and pray every day that you will be here soon to also have your family sealed to you and you to us.”

“Until then, may the Lord bless and protect you. That is our prayer every night and morning.”

“Love, Peder, Petrine and the children.”

There was a sudden silence. Ane Kjerstine looked at her sister-in-law who looked quiet and sad. “Ane Marie, what’s wrong?”

“So you have decided to go, for sure?”

“Yes dear. We are going with Hans and his wife. We want to go as soon as next spring, if we can sell the farm.”

“Sell the farm! Are you serious? You can’t sell the farm.

“We have to. We need the money for the boat and train tickets. Besides, we won’t be coming back

You won’t be back? But even Peder came back.”

“Yes, Peder came back, but as a missionary. He came back to get us, and now we’re going.”

“We will miss you so much.”

Ane Kjerstine got up and came and put her hand on Ane Marie’s shoulder. “Don’t be silly. You’re coming too. Remember? We always planned this, ever since you heard the Elders that first time.”

“I know, but I’m not sure about that church of yours, making you sell the farm and leave your family and friends.” Alma began to get agitated so Ane Marie switched her to the other arm. “There must be something wrong about a church that makes people give up so much.”

“The gospel of Jesus Christ is worth every possession we have. We are looking forward to going to the Temple and being sealed together for time and all eternity.” Ane Kjerstine’s face was glowing and the timber of her voice was almost angelic.

“Well, don’t get Ole up in arms about it. You know how he was last winter when your missionaries wanted to teach him about the Book of Mormon. His mother wouldn’t let me alone until I promised that her grandchildren would all be raised as good Lutherans.”

“Ok. Ok, but next week you are coming to the picnic, right? It will be the 24th of July, a real ‘Pioneer Day’ celebration. You promised to bring your apple pies. Remember?”

Ane Marie was thoughtful for a moment, and then committed. “Even Ole will come if I make apple pies and you make your chicken. Yes, we’ll be there.”

And, good to her word, the next weekend she came with three of her apple pies. Ole had picked them for her. He’d even tasted one for her. But he would not come to the picnic. He made an excuse about having to go into town to help get the ship ready for the next trip. So she took the three pies in a basket, along with the bundle of clothes for the girls.

“It smells really good, Mama, but it is heavy.” Sophie complained. It was hard to believe that she was only five.

“I know, sweetie, but it is only a little farther.” She was struggling with four month old Amanda Petra, a three year old Alma and the clothes.

Just then they heard the voices of two men coming up behind them. “Sister Andreasen?

The two Mormon missionaries, Elder Johansen and Elder Andersen, quickly caught up with Ane Marie and her children. “Good morning, Sister Andreasen. May we help you with some of your bundles.?”

Sophie had already set her basket down with a sigh of relief. “Good Morning, Elders!”, she said gleefully, glad to have someone to help with her burden.

“Oh, gentlemen, thank you. Sophie and I would greatly appreciate it.”

One of the Elders took the basket from in front of Sophie, who quickly grabbed his hand and began to lead him up the road. The “Elders” were not old men. They were probably both in their mid-thirties. They had both come on their missions from Idaho. Ane Marie had been introduced to them by Ane Kjerstine.

Sophie was pummeling Elder Andersen with endless questions. “Do you have any children? My goat is this big and I can ride on him. How big is your farm? Do you grow apples? My Mama made these apple pies. Do you like apple pies?”

Elder Johansen had taken the bundle of clothes from Ane Marie. She shifted Petra Amanda and readhed back for little Alma, who was hiding behind her mother’s skirts. Nodding towards Sophie, he said, “That one will be a handful in school.”

“Oh, that’s right. Ane Kjerstine told me that one of you was a school teacher. Is it you?” He nodded. “Why did you leave teaching?”

“Oh, I did not leave teaching. I love to teach. That’s why I’m here. I’m teaching everyone that will listen about Jesus Christ and His restored gospel.”

“Several years ago, I was teaching at a small school in Copenhagen, but when I was approached by the missionaries and told about this church that preached about where we came from and why we are here upon the earth and where we are going, I had to learn more. When they told me about the Book of Mormon and that it was a second witness that Jesus Christ lived and was real, I had to read it.”

“I was in the middle of the school year when the let me have a copy. I read it twice before they returned. I knew it was true. The truth of it burned within me so much that I had to spend a fortnight learning more. When our discussions were ended, I was baptized. I had to learn still more, so I took my leave from the headmaster at the school and boarded a ship for America.”

“I trekked across the great plains of America and climbed the Rocky Mountains in order to hear a prophet’s voice. I was in one of the last wagon trains to cross them. Now there is a railroad that goes all the way from the east coast straight there.”

“You know that Christ called 12 Apostles to teach the people when He left the earth.”

She stopped for a moment, “Yes.”

“Well, when I got to Salt Lake City, I met with one of the new Apostles, Elder Lorenzo Snow. Then I had a chance to meet with the Prophet, Brigham Young.”

“I thought that Joseph Smith was the Prophet?” She looked confused, but interested.

“Joseph was the first Prophet of this dispensation, or period of time. He was murdered in 1844. Brigham Young is now the President of the Church and the Prophet.”

“He told me that the Lord had a mission for me to do. I was to get married, set up a school, find another teacher and then I was to return to Denmark and teach others of what I knew.”

“I met Andrea, the woman who was to become my wife. as I was leaving Brigham’s office. She was there to see about a teaching position in one of the schools. That was ten years ago, and now, here I am.”

“Andrea is back there in the valley, now, teaching school and raising our son.”

“You must miss them very much.”

“I do, but what I am doing is required of me.” Again she looked quizzical. He went on, “It says in the Bible that ‘to him unto whom much is given, much is expected’. I’ve been very blessed to find the truth. Now I must share it.”

Sophie was hollering, “We’re here! We’re here!” They could now see the farm and all the people gathered for the picnic. Sophie was pulling even harder on Elder Andersen’s hand. Finally she let go and ran to her cousins.

Elder Andersen continued on towards the tables that were set up in the yard and placed the basket of pies upon it. He turned to see that his companion was almost at the gate and then went to visit with one of the group of men that were standing near a tree.

Elder Johansen asked her, “Where would you like this bundle?”

“Up on the porch will be fine. Thank you for helping us. And thank you for telling me about your mission.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” He took a few steps, placed the bundle on the porch and then returned to look at her for a moment. “I want you to know that I really do believe in what I am here to teach. Jesus Christ does live and that His gospel has been restored.”

“Thank you, Elder Johansen. I will remember that.”

“Thank you, Sister Andreasen.” And with that, he turned and joined his companion.

“Now I thought that you did not want to be pressured by the missionaries, and here you bring them with you.” Ane Kjerstine was grinning like a cheshire cat as she ran up to greet them.

Ane Marie could feel the embarassment show on her face. “Oh, stop that. They just happened to be coming up the hill and helped us with our basket.”

“Well, what do you think?”

“Well, it is easy to see why you believe them. Elder Johansen told us about how he came to be a member of your church. He seems very honest and he believes what he is saying, but I find it very curious. He must have a lot of faith to give up a good teaching position and run off to America, just to meet this Prophet of yours.”

“I know. We can hardly wait to meet him ourselves.” She waited for Ane Marie to say more, but Ane Marie had turned her attention to looking for Sophie. She finally spotted her and then she knelt down and told Alma to go play with her sister.

Ane Marie asked Ane Kjerstine if there was anything she could help with, but Ane Kjerstine said that there would be time later when she would need her help. For now, Ane Kjerstine said that Ane Marie should find a place for her quilt and relax under a tree with Amanda Petra. She found such a position and watched her two older girls play while she cared for the baby.

She half expected that the missionaries would try again to engage her in their gospel preaching, but they were busy answering questions for those new converts to their religion who would soon be getting on ships to go to 'Zion’. She left the baby on the quilt and went to the table to get herself a plate of chicken and a piece of pie. Other than that, she never left the shade of the tree.

Women that she knew came by and talked for a while, but overall, she felt kind of excluded from the main flow of conversations. With just an hour of daylight left, she wrapped up her bundles and children and said goodbye to Ane Kjerstine and her brother.

As she and the children walked home, she told them, “Let’s hurry. Daddy may be home.”

But he wasn’t. It was too late to go looking for him, so she put the children to bed and sat down at their little kitchen table. The oil lamp was flickering. She got up and looked around the room. Everything was in it’s place, but it felt very empty. Her eye fell upon the copy of the Book of Mormon her brother had given her. She had looked at the cover page and that was about all.

She picked it up and began to read to herself, “The Book of Mormon, an account written by the hand of Mormon.” She looked up and around her and saw nothing different, so she continued to read. That night, as the oil lamp light flickered, she read about a man and his family as they left what was familiar and began their travels through a wilderness. It was an interesting story, but that was all. She finally closed the book and placed it back on the shelf and crawled into her bed.

Ole came home the next evening. The ship had been struggling to get home, but it finally made it. The haul was skimpy, but one of the nets had pulled away and dragged one of his shipmates to his death. The captain had decided that they needed to come home to repair the boom and to give the crew a break.

“We were just through lowering the net when the ship gave a shutter. We all fell to our knees as if we had hit a rock. And then the crack of the breaking wood made us all look up. The boom just snapped and whipped past me. Poor Olafsen was in the way and it stuck him full in the chest. He was dragged overboard and down into the depths. He was gone. We looked all afternoon, we never found him. The captain says that the net caught upon the bottom and that it was the boom or the ship.”

“What about his wife? Where does she live?”

“He wasn’t married. His mother lives on the other side of town. The captain went to tell her. It will be hard on her. He was her last son. She lost her husband to the fever about two years ago, and her other son, Jon died in the really bad storm two weeks after that.”

“Oh, the poor woman.”

“I know. What’s for dinner?”

A month later, Alma started to cough during the night. Ole spent the whole night walking the floor with her. In the morning, she sounded better, so he reported to the boat. Sometime during the next night, Alma’s cough came back, worse than before. Ane Marie had her mother and mother-in-law’s remedies, but nothing helped.

Ane Marie asked her mother to watch Amanda Petra while she took Alma to the doctor’s office. The doctor listened to Alma’s chest. “It doesn’t sound good. I think that she may have an issue with her heart. The lungs are filling up and she is weakening. I’m afraid that there is not much we can do. Hopefully she can shake this off. Make sure that she keeps warm and has plenty of fluids.”

“That’s it! That’s all you can do for her?”

“I’m afraid so.”

As she carried her little three year old from the office, she was crying and Alma asked her, “What’s wrong, Mommy?”

“Nothing, sweetheart. It’s nothing. I’m all right.” Then she stopped and held Alma at arms lenght so she could look in her face and said, “Mommy loves you and everything will be all right.”

Alma began to cough, so she hugged her to her shoulder and continued the walk back to their apartment. By the time Ane Marie got home, Alma was asleep. Gently Ane Marie put her to bed. Then she went and whispered to her mother what the doctor had sad. They both began to weep quietly.

A week later, when Ole arrived home, Ane Marie took him outside and told him what the doctor had said.

“She looks fine. She’s just recovering from the cold.”

And little Alma did seem to get a bit stronger every day. Ole even went to work. He came home and everyone ran to greet him, including little Alma. But on the next trip, during the first week of September, 1879, she died. He never saw little Alma alive again. One moment she was fine, walking down the stairs from the apartment and the next she just collapsed on the landing, her blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her heart had just stopped.

Ane Marie was at the top of the stairs, watching her little girl go down to play with her sister. When it happened, Ane Marie ran down the stairs to her, but Alma was already gone. Ane Marie began to cry and Sophie came up to the landing to see what was wrong. The neighbor on that landing was just standing there, an amazed look on her face.

The neighbor, Else, said, “What happened?”

“Else, would you have your boy go get my father? I need him. My little Alma has died.”

“Oh my! Of course dear.” Else called for her son to go to the Olesen farm. Ane Marie was still on her knees and could barely give him the instructions on how to get there. It was a bright, sun shiny day, and yet her daughter’s blanket was wet with tears as if it had been raining.

Finally, Else lifted Ane Marie by the shoulders and stood her to the side. Then Else bent down next to Alma. Gently she wrapped the child in the blanket, picked her up and carried her up the stairs to Ane Marie’s apartment. She carefully placed the baby on the bed. Ane Marie had followed in a daze. Little Amanda Petra had not raised a howl until they stepped back into the apartment but then she began and could not be comforted. Sophie sat in a chair, holding Amanda Petra, but she too was crying.

When Ane Marie’s parents arrived, everyone was still whimpering. The sight of her mother sent Ane Marie back into uncontrollable sobbing. All Ane Marie’s mother could do was take little Amanda Petra from Sophie’s arms and put her to bed and then hold her own daughter while she cried. Grandpa held his little Sophie while she fell asleep and then he put her on her bed.

With nothing to do, he began to think about the wood he had around the barn that would be good enough for a coffin. Finally he left and went to make it. When he came back in the morning he brought it with him on the cart.

Grandma Olesen had Sophie and Amanda dressed before Ane Marie finally woke up. She had cried herself to sleep in her mother’s arms, but she awoke every couple of minutes to check on Alma and would then sob herself back to sleep.

There was no way to contact fishing vessels at sea except to ask that all the departing vessels be on the lookout for the Johansen boat. Rasmus and Juliane made sure to leave word with every captain still in port and at the pubs, but they had to proceed with the funeral. Again Ane Marie was without Ole at a crucial point in their lives.

Carefully, Ane Marie dressed Alma in the prettiest dress she had. It was a soft, yellow one that Ole’s mother had made for her. She too was there, caring for Sophie and Amanda Petra while Ane Marie’s mother cared for her and Alma.

Gently, they carried the child down the stairs and placed her in the coffin. Else and some of the other neighbors followed after the family as they took the path to the Olesen farm. Rasmus, Ane Kjerstine and their family were already there. Rasmus and Hans had dug the grave. There, up in the space by the orchard, the minister spoke a few words.

“God loved us, so he sent his Son, to teach us and guide us. He said, ‘Blessed be the little children and let them come unto me’. Blesssed be the name of the Lord. Amen.”

And that was all.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Ane Marie - Chapter V

The Birth of Ane Sophie


The memories of the guest haaus were enhanced in Ane Marie's memory by the one she helped decorate for Ane Kjerstine and Rasmus. Her mind was taking in all the images of her own guest haaus, but her attention was on the man of her dreams, literally.

She had dreamed of the perfect companion. And now she was married to him. She had wanted to hold him, to hug and kiss him, and now she was doing just that.

He was as gentle and kind as she had imagined.

When they had waved to the last members of the wedding party and closed the window, the both let out a sigh and nervously stepped back from the window and from each other, though their hands still locked together.

With the shutters closed, the room was only lit by the fireplace reflections. Their heads turned in unison to look at the table, the chairs, the fire and then the bed. Ole stepped backwards, towards the table and she followed and flowed into his arms. Ole began humming again and the soft strains of the last waltz they had danced seemed to waft into the room.

Then they danced. He held her in his arms gently yet firmly and they danced. They glided around and around in the room, never taking their eyes off of one another.

Finally, they stopped, with his back to a chair. They smiled at each other and he sat down and pulled her to his lap. She sat there, her head on his chest, snuggled in the warmth of his love. She lifted her legs and folded herself into his arms. She looked up at him and gently stroked his clean shaven chin. He truly was the man of her dreams. They might have dozed off for when she looked to the window there was no light around the edge of the shutters and the fire had burned low.

Now she took the lead as she stood and pulled at him to stand. He thought that she wanted to dance again, but instead she began to unbutton his shirt. Once that was done she turned her back to him for him to unbutton her dress. It took him a lot longer because his hands were trembling and the buttons were small.

Finally the dress fell from her shoulders. She stepped out of it and directly to the bed. She lifted the covers and crawled in to the far side. He stood transfixed on her beauty. Her hair reflected the glow from the fire. He reached over, picked up two pieces from the stack of wood and through them on top of the remaining flames. Then turned back to her, watching her eyes glow. He stepped to the side of the bed, sat down and took off his shoes and stockings. He threw his shirt towards the nearest chair. He felt her hand on his back. He unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them off. They fell to the floor as she pulled him backwards, towards her.

And they danced.

Neither knew what time it was when they awoke. The morning or noonday light was shining through the cracks around the shutters, but neither wanted to get up or open the shutters. Ole looked at the table and saw all the food that had been laid out for their first evening mean as man and wife. There was bread and cheese and sausage and fruit. He turned to his wife, her eyes closed. But when he moved as if to stand, her arm was quick to grab him, "Not yet." She pleaded.

"We have to eat woman. I need my strength if I'm going to dance with you again." She let him slip from her grasp and then added, "Ooh, get me an apple, please."

The fire had gone low to only embers. He threw another couple of pieces in the fire and then grabbed a plate. He was stacking the bread and sausage on it when he felt her arms around him. The warmth of her body surprised him.

They stumbled back to the bed and she climbed in and sat up against the pillows. He handed her the plate and climbed in beside her. Together they sat and ate their first meal as man and wife. The food vanished quickly, since neither had eaten a bite since the celebration the afternoon before.

She slipped back beneath the covers, her head on the pillows. Ole placed the plate upon the floor and turned back towards his wife. This time she was humming. And smiling.

He reached for her and they were dancing again.

The food and the firewood ran out on the second day.

Late on the morning of the third day they emerged from the guest haaus. Together they had cleaned the room. Ole had brought in water from the barrel outside, restocked the wood bin and placed the chairs upon the table. Ane Marie had stripped the bedding off the bed They had packed up their gifts and bedding into her dowry chest. Ole dragged it to the door. They looked around one last time, smiled at each other and then walked hand in hand up the slope towards the Oleson home. Until they had their own home they would never again have the privacy of such a place, except in their memories.

Once they reached her parents home they walked up and he knocked on the door. They were still holding hands. It was already afternoon and they were hoping that the family was still eating. They were starved. Just before the door opened, they kissed each other. Then they smiled. They could smell the homemade bread.

Juliane opened the door and then turned her head back towards the kitchen, "Yes, they're here." Then she let go of the door handle and hugged her sister and then grabbed Ane Marie's other hand. "I'm glad to see you." She led the couple into the kitchen.

"Mama wouldn't let us eat until you came. Papa kept saying 'They may hold out until dinner.' But Mama said, 'No. We only put enough food in there for two days. They will be home this afternoon.' I'm glad she was right."

At that everyone laughed. Ane Marie let go of Ole and Juliane and went and hugged her mother. Ane Marie asked, "What can I do?"

"Sit down. It's all on the table. Go over there and sit by your husband. Sit down Ole. Juliane, get the jam."

With that, the family life at the Oleson farm was back on track. Ole was just another member of the family.

"So," Ole asked, "what's been happening around here while we've been gone?"

The next week Ole and Rasmus walked back to Kopenhaven to get on their ship. Now, however, their conversations included new topics, their wives.

"Don't let me forget that my wife wants me to bring her some of Amundsen's pickled herring. Now that she's able to keep food down she's had these cravings that are driving us nuts."

"Well , thankfully, Ane Marie isn't like that. She never asks for anything. I can't believe that I'm not going to see her for six weeks."

"Don't worry. Those two women of ours will be together every day. By the time you get back my sister will be wanting plenty."

"It's just that I don't really know enough about her, still. We talk and talk, but there's so much I don't know. She's mentioned going to the Americas, but I don't think that she's serious. I think that she just wants to travel, to see things."

"If you promise not to tell Mama and Papa, I'll tell you a secret."

"I promise."

"Well, Ane Kjerstine and I have already begun to save money for moving there. From the stories we hear from her brother, they have beautiful mountains and streams and land is free."

"You, a farmer? I can't imagine you out plowing a field and planting potatoes."

"But I can. We want our children to grow up in a place where they aren't limited. The Americas have vast areas that have not even been explored, let alone mapped. Here they would never have a chance for any life but fishing and living in a house owned by some landlord."

"Well, it sounds pretty good. Where did you hear about all this?"

"The Elders of the Mormon Church talk about it all the time. I really wish that you and Ane Marie would come and listen to them. They…"

Ole held up his hand to stop Rasmus from preaching to him.

"Anyway, last week an Elder Jensen from Idaho arrived. His family grew up in Fredricksborg. His parents were among the first to leave Denmark and travel to the Americas. The country is so large that all of Europe would fit there with room to spare. Elder Jensen was born in a place so vast that they called it the "Great Plains". They have lots of great rivers and mountain ranges. Did you know that their Mississippi River is over two kilometers wide in many places. To hear Elder Jensen tell it, their Rocky Mountains are higher than the Alps."

Despite Ole's skepticism, Rasmus could see that he had Ole's attention. He continued, "Elder Jensen's family lives in a valley so big that it takes all day to walk from one side to the other. Their farm is so large that they grow more potatoes than we do in our whole district."

Ole asked, "If it is so big, how in the world will you be able to pay to travel across it, to get to those valleys? It's going to take a fortune just for the boat trip to England. I heard Jon Jansen off that blue whaler say that it cost 150 kronar for passage to England."

"The Church contracts with the ships and gets a very good price. Members of the Church who have already gone to America help those of us who are going to America. When Kjerstine and I get there we will turn around and help others. "

"We figure that we can save up our portion in about three or four years."

Ole changed the subject. "So, have you picked out the name for your son?"

"Ole Peter Olsen."

"Thank you!"

"Don't be too proud. Remember, my father's name is Ole, too. And Kjerstine's father was named Peter."

"Still, having a God-son named after you is an honor. I'll just have to remember to be a good example. It will be good practice in case we have a 'haaus' baby too."

"Aye, they have been a lot of children conceived as guests in that haaus. But it's early yet. You won't know for a month or so. A blessing on you, just in case. My sister will make a fine mother."

The men were gone six weeks, their ship bringing in haddock from south of Iceland and then cod from just north of England. It was a safe beginning of the season. The weather had not turned foul until the second week of February. The captain kept them fed and working right up to the last minute and then brought them home safe. Two weeks and they would ship out again.

They had gotten into port with the tide about 9:30 p.m. The crew spent that first night unloading and cleaning. They worked all night and every man collapsed in their bunks just as the dawn broke. Rasmus and Ole, however, left their gear on board and headed for home and their new wives. The captain had received a good price for the fish and these men did not want to spend a single Krone in the ale houses along the wharf.

As they walked up the road to home, the falling snow and strong wind did not deter them. The snow was light and they were warmed by the thoughts of the welcome they would receive. In their pockets were the coins they had worked hard for.

They arrived at their parting point and shook hands and then each turned and walked quickly to the homes where their families were still busy getting breakfast. Rasmus was looking forward to embracing his very pregnant wife and Ole was excited to see if Ane Marie was.

As Ole stepped upon the first step the door swung open and there was his beautiful young wife, her ember red hair all aglow from the light shining through from the brightly lit room behind her. It was such a stunning vision that he stopped as if he was looking at an angel. In that instant she jumped at him and nearly knocked him off of his feet. If his hand had not been upon the rail they would have tumbled backwards into the snow.

Ane Marie was covering him with kisses and he could hardly breathe. Juliane was screaming and giggling as she got behind them and began to push them up the stairs. Ane Marie relented her hold on him only as they came into her father's presence.

"So, the sailor is home from the Sea. Welcome home, Ole, welcome home."

"Thank you, Father Oleson, thank you." He gently stood his wife down upon the floor, though she clung to his arm with her whole body. He reached out to shake Papa Oleson's extended hand, lifting Juliane off the floor as she was clinging to his other arm.

"Lifting those fishing nets makes you strong. I bet you have an appetite to match. Girls, let the man go so Mama can feed him."

"I'll feed him, Papa. He is my husband and I can feed him." And with that Ane Marie gained complete control of herself and stood straighter and turned to lead her husband to the kitchen. Of course her hand never left his. Juliane relented and let him go and he obediently followed his wife to the kitchen.

Mama had already cooked up the potatoes and onions. The pieces of bacon were crisping in the pan. Ane Marie came up beside her mother who was facing the stove, looking after the bacon. "Mama, Ole is home."

"I know, I know." And she turned smiling and reached for him. Ole was smothered in her hug, even though she was so much shorter than he was.

Ane Marie flipped the bacon onto the plate with the potatoes and onions and grabbed and cracked the first egg, then another and then another.

"Well, son, it smells like you've been working all night in a fish tank."

"I have, but I had to get home to my family."

"Well, before you get a bath you have to eat this while it's hot." Ane Marie set the plate upon the table. "We've already eaten, but I have the water on the stove and it'll be hot by the time you're ready. Now, sit down husband, and eat."

And he obeyed and sat and ate. He consumed every bite on the plate and drank every drop of hot coffee in the cup. Such a meal he had not eaten in months.

Then came the bath. His wife pulled clean clothes from their chest and laid them out in the kitchen, for that was also the bath. The washtub had been pulled in from the porch and allowed to warm up a bit. A couple of buckets of cold water were poured into it and one bucket of hot. Then everyone else was shooed out of the room and the curtain over the door was drawn.

Ole stripped to his underwear and then, a little embarrassed in front of his own wife turned and took them off and let them drop to the floor. He stepped into the tub and sat down, his knees up around his chin. Ane Marie had set a chair close to the tub with a wash cloth and soap and took those and began to lather up the rag. He scrubbed all over and, when he was finished with his face his wife grabbed a pot off of the stove and poured the hot water over his hands and he splashed his face to get the soap off. Then she took the rag gently from his hands and scrubbed his back.

Finally she took the rest of the pot of warm water and poured it over his hair and back. Then she grabbed the large towel and handed it to her husband as he stood to dry off.

She took the towel from him when he was done and handed him his clean underwear and then his shirt and then his pants. He sat upon the chair and pulled her to him. "Now do I smell better?"

"Yes, my husband, now you smell better." And she kissed him. By then the long night and the long walk and the big breakfast had him. She led him to the loft where their bed was and she made him lie down. She covered him with a big quilt and then sat on the edge of the bed. "I love you.", was the last thing he heard as he finally fell asleep.

Quietly she sat and watched him sleep, this man of her dreams.

Juliane came to the bottom of the ladder into the loft and gently called, "Ane Marie."

She stuck her head into the opening and asked, "What?"

"Mama wants you to come help with getting dinner ready."

With her husband gently snoring, there was nothing else for her to do but to go help her mother. She reluctantly climbed down the ladder, sneaking one last peak at her dreaming husband and then slipped into the world of light and work.

She and Juliane brought in more firewood and stoked the kitchen stove. They also put some in the box next to the fireplace in the living room. By this time the tub had been rolled out and the kitchen table was back in the middle of the room. Mama was busy rolling out the rolls for dinner. While she made the rolls the girls pealed potatoes and apples.

While the rolls were rising in the warmth of the kitchen, the women busied themselves dusting and setting the table.

Papa had been out to the barn to care for the new lambs and the sheep. A couple more weeks and they'd be ready for the pasture.

A large haddock had found its way into Ole's back pack, wrapped in paper. Mama took the fresh cut filets and prepared them with a cream sauce and some small shrimp.

Apparently the smells had been too much for Ole. He laid still as long as he could and then climbed out of the bed and down the ladder. He quietly entered the living room and gazed at the activity in the kitchen. The happy glow of a peaceful man was in his smile as his wife saw him standing there. She came to him and hugged him. But that was all they could do as Juliane spotted them and dragged them into the kitchen. She pushed her brother-in-law into the chair and handed her sister the knife and ordered her to keep pealing. The apples were almost done.

"I see you found the fish. It was a small one, too small to sell, so the Captain said we might as well take them home."

"It is big enough to feed this family. Now that Ane Marie is pregnant she eats like a field hand." Mama's eyes sparkled as she realized that she had been the first to tell him.

Ane Marie was blushing almost the tint of the red rag in Mama's apron. Ole jumped up and reached for his wife and began to swing her around and around in the crowded kitchen, yelling "WAHOO!" at the top of his lungs.

Juliane's mouth was open, spilling out the words, "Are you sure."

Ane Marie screamed, "I didn't tell anyone!" Her husband sat down with her on his lap. Between his kisses she hollered out, "Mama. How did you know?"

"A mother knows these things. First you were sick and now you are hungry. Always hungry."

And thus it was known that Ole and Ane Marie would have their first child. Papa was the first to say out loud when the baby would be with them, "End of August or first of September."

Now they had another reason to celebrate.

During the next two weeks Ole and Ane Marie spent most of their time over at Rasmus and Ane Kjerstine's. Ane Kjerstine's pregnancy had gone well and she was not due for another couple of weeks. When Rasmus and Ane Kjerstine heard Ole and Ane Marie's news they were so excited that Rasmus picked up his sister and swung her around the room. "Marvelous! It is marvelous! Now these two cousins will come into the world and be friends forever."

Rasmus did not dare to go back out to sea while his wife was so close to delivering their first child. She was only days away and he could not leave her.

But Ole had to go out about the first of March. He left his young wife and walked down the road to Koppenhaven by himself. He would have to go on the ship several times that year before his baby was born. Each time he came home his slender young wife was rounder and rounder.

He arrived home in the middle of August, afraid that he would have missed the wonderful event, the birth of his first child, but Ane Marie was still pregnant. And very miserable.

She had spent the spring and early summer over helping Ane Kjerstine care for Rasmus' son, Ole Peter Olesen. He had been born on March the 10th, 1874. Most of the snows had melted and green things were popping up all over.

Ane Marie had been walking briskly to and from Ane Kjerstine's house until the middle of July, but then the high humidity and the heat of summer were upon them and she was the most miserable of all women.

Ole arrived home about the end of August, just in time for the worst of it. Ane Marie was permanently ensconced on the makeshift bed in the living room. When Ole walked in the door that day he was handed a bowl of cool water and a rag and passed to his wife's bedside, there to wipe her brow and speak tender things to soothe her.

It was three days later that, on the 27th of August, 1874, in the early hours of morning, Ane Sophie Andreasen was born. Mama and Juliane had shooed the men into the kitchen and told them to boil water. His wife's screams un-nerved the young father so much he nearly scalded himself.

Juliane stuck her head in the doorway and declared, "It's a girl!". Suddenly the slap on the back and the hand-in-hand congratulations were over powered by the baby's first cries and then by her father's, "Wahoo! Wahoo!"

"What are you going to name her?"

"I don't know, Papa. That's up to Ane Marie. We talked about naming our first son after my father and you, but we never decided on a girls name. Ane Marie did say something about your mother's name, Ane Sophie."

"I like that! But you have some time to make up your mind. Aha! But for now. you go see you wife and daughter." Papa pushed him towards the doorway where Juliane was waving frantically and yelling, "Come on!"

The baby was bundled up and in her mother's arm. Ane Marie was reaching out with her free hand for his. He took it and fell to his knees beside her. He stretched up and kissed his wife on the forehead and they gazed, cheek-to-cheek at the miracle in her arm.

Mama had been gathering up the towels and rags and now she pushed Juliane through the doorway ahead of her into the kitchen. "Let's give them a moment."

Ole couldn't have been in the room alone with his wife and daughter for more thasn a few minutes when they heard the commotion from the next room. Suddenly, in burst his mother, Ane Marie Kristiansen Nielsen.

"Ok, you two, let me see my grand-daughter! Oh my! She is so beautiful! What is her name?"

Ole looked at Ane Marie. They still had not spoke it out loud. Ole raised his eyebrows in a question and she said, "Her name will be Ane Sophie Andreasen."

Her mother-in-law looked from Ane Marie to Ole and to the baby and then pursed her lips for a moment and then smiled. "Yes, I like that. Ok, now give me my grand-daughter and you can hug my son properly." And with that she gently reached in and took the little bundle from Ane Marie's arm and began to gently sway back in forth while smiling at Ane Sophie.

With nothing between them, Ane Marie and Ole grabbed each other and gave each other a proper hug. "I love you!", they said in unison.

Almost as if on cue, the baby began to cry and grandma turned to the two of them and said, "Well, it must be feeding time already." Ane Marie's mother came in at the cry of the child. "Mama, here's your little one. Ole, get out while we teach her how to feed your daughter." Ane Marie's mother took him by the arm and shoved him towards the door.

He turned to Ane Marie and was about to ask if he should stay, but she told him, "Go, talk to Papa." And then she turned back to the task at hand.

Grandpa Ole took the young father and escorted him to a seat on the front porch. "You might as well sit here for a while because them two mother hens won't let you back in for some time."

"I just want to be with Ane Marie and the baby."

"I know, I know. But for now it is women's work and women’s magic that she needs. You'll be spending a lifetime with them, but for now, this is what they have been waiting for their entire lives while the two of you have been growing up. To be Grandmothers, that has been their goal and now they are reveling in it. So, let them have their fun. Soon it will be sleepless nights for you."

"Well, I could use a nap, now that it's over."

"Son, it has just begun. You better get that nap now, because you won't get one latter."

Suddenly Juliane and Kjerstine, with her baby, Ole Peter, in her arms, showed up from over the hill. Ole stood up and waved to them as they ran to the house.

Kjerstine shouted out, "How's Ane Marie? Is the baby all right?"

"They are both fine." He said and she gave him a hug she handed him her baby and left him twirling as she continued her run up the stairs and into the house. "Watch little Peter for me for a while, won't you."

Ole had held Peter’s son many times in the last six months and was an old hand at caring for the good natured boy. Now he sat back upon the step with his father-in-law and his wife's nephew and mused at how women get so excited by little babies. "What is it about women and babies?" he asked.

"Love. Just unadulterated love. Give that grandson of mine to Juliane and come with me. We might as well get some work done in the barn. Besides, there's the matter of the toast to the new Andreasen and I have a jug in the barn cellar. There will be plenty of time for you to hold your baby when the women are done." They got up and headed for the barn.

A couple of hours later Juliane came and found them for dinner. Ole and his father-in-law had sipped from the jug and toasted the birth of the child. Then they put the jug back and began lifting hay into the loft. By the time Juliane found them they were ready to quit for the night, so they closed the barn and walked to the house.

By now Ane Marie was dressed and sitting in the rocking chair holding her daughter. The two grandmothers were busy in the kitchen, cooking and setting the table. The smell of food was wafting its way across the yard as the two men drew near. Suddenly their appetites, which had been unnoticed until then, took command and they picked up the pace. They smiled at each other as they both reached for the door handle to the kitchen at the same time. The younger man held it open for his father-in-law and then followed him in, heel to toe.

Mama Oleson took one look at both of them and hollered, "Out and wash up! You can't come in my kitchen smelling like that barn!" Then she took the broom and made to sweep them out. Laughing, they stepped back onto the porch and found that Juliane had already filled the wash pan from the jug of water next to it. She turned from them and when she turned back she had a towel on her arm for them to use when they were ready.

This time when they entered, young Ole was first and he went immediately to where his wife and baby were. Kneeling down next to Ane Marie he said again and again, "I love you. I love you."

His mother called to him from the kitchen, "Ok, she knows you love her. Now come and eat. We've already fed her and the rest of us are tired of waiting."

And thus the business of life went on. A couple of weeks after the joyous occasion, Ole and Rasmus were both back on the boat headed out to the North Sea.

He spent weeks on end, drenched to the bone, dragging nets in and out of the ship, cutting and cleaning fish, salting down the fish and stacking them in the barrells. But the sleepless, lonely nights, tossed about on hard bunks and decks, waiting to get home to his Ane Marie were the hardest to bear.

His dreams were filled with memories of her, walking with her back and forth along the meadows, picking flowers, sitting across from her at a dinner table, tickling her until she cried and then the kissing away each tear. And then the wonder of her, her tender loving caresses and the holding of him to her. Love making was a blur, but the holding and hugging were what he remembered.

When the boat hit the dock he was off on the first bounce, running to get home to her, and to little Ane Sophie. Ane Sophie was growing so fast that each time he got home it was like he was meeting her for the first time. He’d leave and she’d be just laying around and giggling and he’d come back and she’d be crawling all around the room.

Ane Sophie slept between them at night. They had the loft room to the right of the stairs to themselves, all 6 by 8 feet of it. Kristine and Juliane slept in the smaller section to the left of the stairs. Peder slept right below them in the living room.

They were very aware of every sound in the house. There was always someone stiring. And in the summer it was hot. In the winter the heat from the stoves rose up the stairs to keep the loft warm and kozy, but in the summer the heat could become unbearable.

Peder was the first to abandon the house. He’d drag his bedding out under the stars evey chance he got. He tied a hammock out between the apple trees in the side yard.

Kristine and Juliane didn’t want to sleep outdoors, but they often dragged their bedding down to the front room. Ole and Ane Marie finally took the baby and created themselves a sleeping area on the grass just off the back porch. Thus it was in June of 1875 that they found themselves outside, under the stars, with a sleeping baby between them on their pillows.

They scrunched down below the pillows, she on her back, looking up at the stars and him facing her. He reached for her. The skin on her arm was cool and smooth to his rough hands. The warmth of his hands felt good to her. He moved his hand to her stomach. It was flat and firm. She rolled towards him, reaching for his face. His hand slid to back. His beard was full and soft to her hands.

She stroked it and giggled. “You’re like a puppy, all furry.”

“If you give me a treat, I’ll even do tricks.”

The both laughed as he rolled on his back and pulled her on top of him. She kissed him. Wet kisses and passion led to making love and thus it was that Alma Maren Juliane Andreasen was conceived. She was born on February 22nd, 1876, in Usserod.