There are Finnish words I recognize that sound like home. The hard roll of the R’s and distinct cadence of the language is easily recognizable to me. Without realizing it, I was learning a little Finnish (very little) here and there from a very young age. As a little girl, I remember a time visiting …
When I was little, I loved our trips to Northern Minnesota to visit our cousins and grandparents. The ride might have been long but to me it was an adventure. I remember a distinct change in temperature or smell in the air that told me we were “up north.” I knew we were getting close …
February 27, 2019 This blog is born with a deep sense of purpose to chronicle a story about families who know their roots because it was important to my mother. It was important that her six children and nine grandchildren know where they came from; to know their roots. When I was young, she used …