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I had recently told my math teacher i wanted to go by Ashen and when he gave us our past quizzes back, he had crossed out my deadname from before i told him and wrote "Ashen" and I was smiling for the rest of the period :)
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We have an old summer cottage that has been in our family since the late 1800's. My great-grandmother used to sit in her favorite chair by the window over looking the lake and read the SPICIEST romance novels. Anytime we asked her what she was reading or how her book was, she would tug at her shirt and say, "I'm getting a little hot under the collar!" She did this while blushing furiously.
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An essay I wrote once about my grandma
Mormor, the Swedish word for grandma is what I call the young lady in the photo. Technically she should be called βgammelmormorβ meaning great grandmother, but she doesnβt like it, she says, βit makes me sound old.β Being 80 years old she is still one of the strongest people I know. She has led a full and laborious life, but she only sees the trials as something to triumph. Her story is truly an incredible one.
My Mormor Vivi was born in Estonia in 1941, 2 years after the beginning of WWII. Nazi Germany invaded Estonia in July of 1941, and occupied the country until 1944. My Mormor and her mother were forced to flee to the country in the night when my grandma was three years old as the Russians forced their way into her homes. She and her mother escaped in the night, but her father was currently serving in the war, and they never saw him again. They ran along train tracks for hours until they reached the coast. They boarded what she describes as a βfishing boatβ with hundreds of others fleeing the country. The boat ride was perilous, being over 24 hours and filled with people weeping for their lost homes, family, possessions, and lives all together.
They docked in Stockholm, Sweden after a very long, treacherous journey. They stayed in a refugee camp for awhile, until her mother found a job. Her mother was hired to look after an older couple a few miles outside of Stockholm. They lived with the couple for a couple of years until her mother was hired at a sewing factory where she worked for 14 years. During that time, they were able to purchase a house of their own where my Mormor would live until she was 20 years old. She remembers a plentiful amount of fruit trees and berry bushes in a long yard where they would spend lots of time playing, picking fruits and berries, and relaxing. In 1961 my Mormor married my Morfar Sven (Swedish for Grandpa), he was an electronic engineer and was very successful in his work. Two years later my Mormor and Morfar had my Mormor Lena. When my Mormor Lena was 2 years old they moved to Toronto, Canada because they had friends who moved there and said they loved it.
Moving to Canada, an exciting time for them. They lived there for 2 years before they became βvery annoyed by all of the snowβ she tells me. So, after Toronto they wanted to move somewhere warm, they decided on Los Angeles. To move to America, they needed a work visa, but it was difficult for them because Toronto is 37 hours away from Los Angeles and they didnβt speak the language. They decided to send Sven to Los Angeles to try to find work it was difficult because he had to leave behind my Mormor and their daughter which added to the trials they faced trying to move to America but he found work at an electronics company. So, they sold their home and moved down to Los Angeles where they would stay for 33 years. My Mormor Vivi worked at a news station cleaning up on the night shift. Most nights Sven and Lena would join her and help out so she could get home earlier. She recalls a story while Iβm talking to her about this, she tells me: one night my Morfar was sweeping and moved one of the cameras and a technician yelled down at him from master control. The technician came down and told him he had been working on that and told him to leave it alone. My Morfar asked him, βwhatβs wrong with it?β The technician responded with something my Mormor quite doesnβt remember but then Sven told the man, βTry to do thisβ and he did, and it fixed the camera. The technician told his boss, and he hired my Morfar right there on the spot.
In 1984 my Mormor Lena had my mom and after 13 years living in California they moved to Idaho for βa better life.β In 1998 my Mormor and Morfar followed them to be closer with family. When I was three my Morfar died, and it left my Mormor Vivi living alone it was a difficult time for her, but like normal, she pushed on. 14 years later my Mormor Vivi was diagnosed with stomach cancer, and she is still battling it but doing well. Despite all of this hardship in her life she still had time to volunteer, go to church, run errands and babysit me for a lot of my childhood. I remember how much fun she and I would have during our time together. We would play with cars, go to the rec center, watch cartoons, play with marbles, and we would spend wonderful countless hours doing puzzles and her rule regarding them stands to this day: βFlip all the piece right side up first.β That rule used to drive me nuts but now I wouldnβt do it any other way. Her meals are still some of my favorites;Swedish meatballs, steamed carrots, mashed potatoes and rolls is a Mormor Vivi dinner classic. Some of my favorite moments of me and her making playdough from scratch our, grinding down apples to make the best homemade applesauce Iβve ever tasted.
She has led an incredible life filled with trials and perseverance time and time again. After all that to end up in Nampa, Idaho with a loving family all around her swapping gifts to the crackle of a warm fire taking a selfie on the couch with her great grandson is a pretty good life in my opinion and thatβs what I see when I see that photo. She continues to inspire me to work hard through the difficult times because in the end it will be worth it.
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I had recently told my math teacher i wanted to go by Ashen and when he gave us our past quizzes back, he had crossed out my deadname from before i told him and wrote "Ashen" and I was smiling for the rest of the period :)Hey Pandas, When Did Something Bad Have An Amazing Result?
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We have an old summer cottage that has been in our family since the late 1800's. My great-grandmother used to sit in her favorite chair by the window over looking the lake and read the SPICIEST romance novels. Anytime we asked her what she was reading or how her book was, she would tug at her shirt and say, "I'm getting a little hot under the collar!" She did this while blushing furiously.Hey Pandas, What Are Some Of Your Favorite Dad Jokes?
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An essay I wrote once about my grandma Mormor, the Swedish word for grandma is what I call the young lady in the photo. Technically she should be called βgammelmormorβ meaning great grandmother, but she doesnβt like it, she says, βit makes me sound old.β Being 80 years old she is still one of the strongest people I know. She has led a full and laborious life, but she only sees the trials as something to triumph. Her story is truly an incredible one. My Mormor Vivi was born in Estonia in 1941, 2 years after the beginning of WWII. Nazi Germany invaded Estonia in July of 1941, and occupied the country until 1944. My Mormor and her mother were forced to flee to the country in the night when my grandma was three years old as the Russians forced their way into her homes. She and her mother escaped in the night, but her father was currently serving in the war, and they never saw him again. They ran along train tracks for hours until they reached the coast. They boarded what she describes as a βfishing boatβ with hundreds of others fleeing the country. The boat ride was perilous, being over 24 hours and filled with people weeping for their lost homes, family, possessions, and lives all together. They docked in Stockholm, Sweden after a very long, treacherous journey. They stayed in a refugee camp for awhile, until her mother found a job. Her mother was hired to look after an older couple a few miles outside of Stockholm. They lived with the couple for a couple of years until her mother was hired at a sewing factory where she worked for 14 years. During that time, they were able to purchase a house of their own where my Mormor would live until she was 20 years old. She remembers a plentiful amount of fruit trees and berry bushes in a long yard where they would spend lots of time playing, picking fruits and berries, and relaxing. In 1961 my Mormor married my Morfar Sven (Swedish for Grandpa), he was an electronic engineer and was very successful in his work. Two years later my Mormor and Morfar had my Mormor Lena. When my Mormor Lena was 2 years old they moved to Toronto, Canada because they had friends who moved there and said they loved it. Moving to Canada, an exciting time for them. They lived there for 2 years before they became βvery annoyed by all of the snowβ she tells me. So, after Toronto they wanted to move somewhere warm, they decided on Los Angeles. To move to America, they needed a work visa, but it was difficult for them because Toronto is 37 hours away from Los Angeles and they didnβt speak the language. They decided to send Sven to Los Angeles to try to find work it was difficult because he had to leave behind my Mormor and their daughter which added to the trials they faced trying to move to America but he found work at an electronics company. So, they sold their home and moved down to Los Angeles where they would stay for 33 years. My Mormor Vivi worked at a news station cleaning up on the night shift. Most nights Sven and Lena would join her and help out so she could get home earlier. She recalls a story while Iβm talking to her about this, she tells me: one night my Morfar was sweeping and moved one of the cameras and a technician yelled down at him from master control. The technician came down and told him he had been working on that and told him to leave it alone. My Morfar asked him, βwhatβs wrong with it?β The technician responded with something my Mormor quite doesnβt remember but then Sven told the man, βTry to do thisβ and he did, and it fixed the camera. The technician told his boss, and he hired my Morfar right there on the spot. In 1984 my Mormor Lena had my mom and after 13 years living in California they moved to Idaho for βa better life.β In 1998 my Mormor and Morfar followed them to be closer with family. When I was three my Morfar died, and it left my Mormor Vivi living alone it was a difficult time for her, but like normal, she pushed on. 14 years later my Mormor Vivi was diagnosed with stomach cancer, and she is still battling it but doing well. Despite all of this hardship in her life she still had time to volunteer, go to church, run errands and babysit me for a lot of my childhood. I remember how much fun she and I would have during our time together. We would play with cars, go to the rec center, watch cartoons, play with marbles, and we would spend wonderful countless hours doing puzzles and her rule regarding them stands to this day: βFlip all the piece right side up first.β That rule used to drive me nuts but now I wouldnβt do it any other way. Her meals are still some of my favorites;Swedish meatballs, steamed carrots, mashed potatoes and rolls is a Mormor Vivi dinner classic. Some of my favorite moments of me and her making playdough from scratch our, grinding down apples to make the best homemade applesauce Iβve ever tasted. She has led an incredible life filled with trials and perseverance time and time again. After all that to end up in Nampa, Idaho with a loving family all around her swapping gifts to the crackle of a warm fire taking a selfie on the couch with her great grandson is a pretty good life in my opinion and thatβs what I see when I see that photo. She continues to inspire me to work hard through the difficult times because in the end it will be worth it.