From my window I can see the opening to the Fuglafjørður bay, and across the sound to the mountains on Borðoy. Just behind this mountain is the city of Klaksvík, the second largest city in the Faroe Islands. Often the weather is different in the sound than it is in the protected bay. Here are some of my favorite views of Borðoy from the past three months.
Today is the first day of winter, officially; but we have had winter weather here for a while. There is a lot going on in the Faroe Islands in December. I sang with two choirs this fall, and each of them had a concert on a Sunday afternoon and also sang for a few other events. Every weekend there is a choice of concerts to attend in half a dozen churches or performance halls
Good news! Tomorrow the days will start getting longer, even if it is only a minute or two each day. I find that it is hard to take many pictures when there are only a few hours of daylight. Sometimes when it is stormy, even those daylight hours are pretty dim. I noticed that the streetlights on my street are on all day long when the weather is dark and stormy. Here are a few winter scenes in Fuglafjørður from the past few weeks.
Yesterday I received very good news. I met with the editors from the company that publishes school books, and they have agreed to publish my book next year. The book tells the story of finding my family in the Faroe Islands eighty years after my father left, as a young sailor. It also tells the story of his family during the early 1900’s from their letters to him. It looks like I will be back in the Faroe islands again next year.
For the last leg of my flight I made sure I had a seat by the window. During the two hour trip from Copenhagen to the Faroe Islands we flew over clouds and more clouds, with a rare glimpse of the deep-blue ocean far below.
“Please fasten seat belts.” The announcement was in four languages – Danish, Faroese, French, and English. English was always last. The plane descended through dense clouds, darkening the cabin. Like shadows through the fog, I saw sheer cliffs, then green hills, a narrow bay, a few small villages, and finally a very small airport. After years and years of wondering about these remote islands, I had finally arrived in my father’s homeland, all alone and unannounced.
In my luggage I carried a packet of letters that I hoped would help me find out about my father’s family. The letters were dated from 1917 to 1924, and each included the town of Fuglefjord on the dateline. They were in Danish, which I couldn’t read; but several had been translated. One of these letters included a name that I hoped would be a link to the past, a new baby named Poul Jacob Hansen, born to my father’s sister in 1922.
Hans Nils Peter Sofus Jacobsen, my father, was born in the Faroe Islands in 1896, the youngest of seven children…
The working title of the book is The Missing Son – a Faroe Island Saga, and it should be available in October or November 2008.