There is no wedding video and the bride did not swoon or got swept away by a Sharif-like groom on horseback with manes flying, galloping along the shoreline of the Golf of Bothnia. Instead the both of us spent some weeks in a cottage at Ankeriasjarvi where we lived on lots of pancakes, smoked eel and fruits of love. I tried to catch fish in order to prove I would be a good provider for the future. After hacking a hole in the frozen lake and lowering my fishing line, all I got was frozen feet and hands. I improved a little, a day or so after, when I promised to make her tea in a billy in ‘the Finnish bush’. I explained this was a cultural initiation ceremony in Australia for all newly weds. Omitting to tell her that often it was a string of beer cans being pulled along a VW Kombi van instead. I made the best of the present romance enjoyed on the shores of a Finnish lake, sipping Billy tea.
When the day warmed up to a balmy -20c and a shy sun peeked a bit yellow, we both walked towards the edge of the frozen glistening lake and the pine forest surrounding and protecting it. In no time did we find enough kindling to make a fire. Snow in the billy for pure water and … on the fire…and soon we had a cup of tea… “Bob is your uncle,” I mentioned unthinkingly. Even though this latest was said in German, Helvi did not get it, but gave a smile anyway. “Bob ist ihr Onkel” . “Aber ich habe kein Onkel Bob,” she said. It was then that we realised that a better common language would have to come about in bits and pieces. There were so many funny episodes, we laughed our heads off in between.
One day we also went to a piano concert being performed in the nearest city named Jyvaskyla. There was a train service between Ankeriasjarvi and Jyvaskyla. Helvi must have got a timetable and as we had walked to the cottage and train station a few times during the day we thought we could venture the same after the concert finished which would have been close to 11pm. I forgot what piano concerto was being played or the name of the pianist. It might have included Sibelius music as an extra. It should have! At the time I only learned about J P Sibelius through Helvi. My knowledge about Finland was so limited. All I wanted to know better was the girl from Finland at the expense of everything else. The hall in which the concert was held was designed by Alvar Aalto. He was the world’s best known architect and no wonder, his buildings are beautiful and so is almost everything designed in Finland. Simple, utilitarian and a pleasure to look at, always beautiful, never kitsch.
We notified the guard on the train we wanted to get off at Ankeriasjarvi. It all seemed rather simple. That’s how train travel was in the time I was there. The train would have stopped at around 11.30 or close to midnight. It was pitch dark and quite a step down onto the timber platform. Perhaps someone helped us to lower ourselves. We had taken a torch to lead us back through the snow and along he path that ran along the lake’s edge. I could add that there was a gentle moon reflecting in itself on the white frozen lake but also helping us along and back to our cottage. It was a walk that could never have been repeated. It would have been a cliché. Our little cottage was still warm and we put on another log. Perhaps we had tea or coffee before hitting the sack. A great unforgettable evening. We both liked the adventure and excitement of that walk during that arctic winter’s evening along the lake having listened to a wonderful concert.
July 13, 2015 at 11:19 am |
What lovely memories – I could see it all.
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July 13, 2015 at 11:52 pm |
Pictures of our mind. Thank you, Julia. I just noticed that I did not ‘get back to reality’ referring to our plan to travel to Australia. Next time.
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July 13, 2015 at 1:00 pm |
What a lovely memory to carry with you for years.
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July 13, 2015 at 11:56 pm |
There is still a lot to come. I am still in 1966! Who on earth is going to read a bio of an unknown man? I am forever amazed and doubly grateful that it gets read here on WP by you and others. My stats tell me that a Saudi citizen is clicking on and someone from Nigeria. Amazing!
Thank you, Carrie.
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July 14, 2015 at 12:15 am
It’s always fun to see what countries stop by to see us!
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July 13, 2015 at 2:06 pm |
Almost like Doctor Shiwago – minus the sledge of course.
Alvar Aalto designed an apartment building in Berlin.
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July 13, 2015 at 11:59 pm |
Yes, Dr Zhivago with Omar, who confessed and became a gambler and lost lots of money. Still, he left a lot of people that enjoyed the movies as did Alvar Aalto with his buildings (and his chair).
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July 13, 2015 at 9:29 pm |
It gets more and more romantic with each episode.
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July 14, 2015 at 12:03 am |
Thank you Hilary,
‘Romantic’ is where my H and I differ greatly. The illusion versus truth. Finns are the world’s most honest people.
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July 13, 2015 at 10:42 pm |
You are going from strength to strength with this narrative. I don’t know how you can produce it so quickly, but you can.
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July 14, 2015 at 12:07 am |
Thank you Rod,
The time left needs to be taken seriously but am at least half way at 1966. I do enjoy putting words down and hope this will continue. Your encouragement and of others hit the nail on the head each time.
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July 14, 2015 at 3:08 am |
There are some blogs I skim through, there are others where I eagerly anticipate the next post, and read carefully. Yours falls into the latter category, Gerard.
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July 14, 2015 at 3:45 am |
What a great post, Yvonne! I do like praise.
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July 14, 2015 at 4:19 am
We all like those pats on the back, don’t we? but, like Milo the dog and Minx the cat, we want more!
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July 14, 2015 at 3:42 am |
Compliments of Sedwith.
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July 14, 2015 at 5:40 am |
I’m so pleased you mention Jean Sibelius, he must have been a very special man as well as a talented composer. Your memories are wonderful Gerard and really take me back to the 60s.
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July 14, 2015 at 5:52 am |
The simplicity of young love, even through a 3rd language. I smiled when Helvi said she didn’t have an Uncle Bob. Und damit basta!
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July 14, 2015 at 2:05 pm |
Smoked eel…oh my Gosh this is my all time favorite. Can’t get it here for nothing. Oh darn you had to remind me didn’t you?
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July 15, 2015 at 6:55 am |
Smoked eel is one of the great delicatessens of this world.
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July 15, 2015 at 7:11 am
One used to be able to buy bundles of baby smoked eel. There was just nothing like on a cold winter’s evening to go to bed after having eaten a few smoked eels. Some man used to take the eels to bed and munch out together with the wife while sharing a shifter or two of Advokaat.
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July 16, 2015 at 11:55 pm
I hope you can show us a picture.
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July 16, 2015 at 8:49 pm |
You paint a beautiful picture of wonderful love and romance in a magical setting.
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July 16, 2015 at 11:31 pm |
Finland is a magical setting for any event, marriage or divorce, 21 st or 75th. We had snow here last night. Woke up, opened the blinds and thought I must have carked it, all white ouside but no angels. Lovely!
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July 20, 2015 at 8:06 pm
Sounds magical.
Thought I would let you know I am having internet problems and difficulty reading others posts. I will catch up with yours when its all fixed in about 2 weeks.
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July 16, 2015 at 9:01 pm |
Aah, swooon! what lovely memories. I’m glad that there weren’t a whole load of beer cans being towed by a camper van – that would have spoilt the idyllic picture that you’ve painted for us.
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July 16, 2015 at 11:34 pm |
Yes, I never understood why cans have to be pulled behind the car. What mythology is behind that little cultural item?
Thank you Lottie. Say hello to Irish.
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July 18, 2015 at 4:11 am |
No wonder it was a magical time, with that frozen lake, a clear night and reflections off the snow. Even reading about it, makes me feel closer to my beloved wintery Scandinavia. You are indeed fortunate to have such a fairytale start to your wedded days.
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July 19, 2015 at 3:52 am |
Finland was totally unknown to me before I had met Helvi. I was always intriqued by the name ‘Suom’i for Finland, which sounded so gentle and soft.
Scandinavia is a magical place alltogeher.
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July 19, 2015 at 9:19 am
It certainly has captured my imagination although I have yet to see much of Finland, perhaps next year
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July 22, 2015 at 3:31 pm |
What a dream!
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