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- Fra boka "Fever Saga" av Robert Lloyd Lee 1847 "It's a boy!" The fourth of July was the king's birthday and it was on that day when the first son of He1ge and Berit Opda1 was born. "Perhaps we should christen him Oscar." The baby came into the world with the able assistance of the village midwife. Then, a couple of days later, the neighbour women and relatives came to call with their traditional gifts of food. "Such a sober little one! And look at all that black hair!" "Who do you think he resembles then?" "Oh, he definitely takes after the Øye side of the family, don't you think so?" "Ja, I think so, too." "Shhh, don't talk so loud or you'll wake the poor little thing up!" After the ladies had viewed the new baby and assured the young mother that he was probably the finest infant ever to be born ...next to their own, of course ..., they moved into the kitchen to share a meal made up of the food that they themselve s had provided. The visit continued as they sampled the sweet soup, rømmegraut, krumkake, rice pudding, and the tender f1atbrØd. Now their duty was done, and they could return satisfied in more ways than one to their homes. "I baptize thee Trond Helgesen, in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit." The sacred words were spoken by Pastor Schnit1er as He1ge and Berit stood before him with their infant son in the little white wooden church down in the Øye village. The date was August the 13th. Both parents agreed that the baby wouldn't be another Anders, or even a Knut or a Nils. Berit wanted her first son to be named after her father, Trond, and Helge agreed, even though it was contrary to custom.
Following the brief service the usual offering was given to the pastor and the klokker (parish clerk). Then everyone was invited to the farm home, for a baptism party. Berit had hoped that her husband would agree to forget about this gathering, since such parties so often ended in brawls as the men drank too much ale. But Helge would not hear of it . "What would people think of us if we didn't invite our friends and neighbours to come and celebrate the christening of our new child?" Little Trond was a striking baby, with dark hair and deep-set blue eyes. Since neither of his parents had the same coloring, there was some joking about the child's origin. "He's a black Valdres if I ever saw one! " one of the guests teased. "He must have been left on your doorstep by the hill elves." "Don't talk such nonsense!" declared Berit with a worried frown. "You surely don't believe all those foolish superstitions, do you? I suppose the next thing you will tell us is that you were captured by a troll!" But as she tucked her black-haired baby boy in his cradle later that evening, and when she was sure that Helge was not looking, she quickly made the sign of the cross over the little one. It wasn't that she believed in the spirits, she assured her self, but it certainly wouldn't hurt to be careful, just in case
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