Saturday, August 18, 2007

A catch of cod above the Arctic Circle

(This is the second story about my sister Sosie's trip to Norway with her husband, Bill Shearer.
This event took place in the area where our Grandmother Rebecca dried cod to earn her passage to America. So that there is no confusion, that is Cousin Arne Johan Norheim in the photo above, and Sosie is not related to the Gorton's fisherman.)



She writes:

On the island of Grytoi, beyond where Rebecca Heide’s nephew Brede lived and just down the hill from her niece Anne Katrine, is the sea house of Arne Johan and Tove Norheim. They live in Harstad and use the sea house for weekend hiking, hunting, and fishing.
Below the living quarters is the boat garage, where we selected layers of clothing, first the warm layer and then the waterproof layer. There is much preparation, and hilarity, before we board the boat, but should we be hungry, we can grab a dried cod off the wall for a quick snack. (One ounce is sufficient, providing about 17 grams of protein, and a half hour of chewing.)
The day is cloudy but not windy, just perfect. The boat has a wheel for lowering a line, which has multiple hooks off leader lines. This is more efficient than the fishing pole. Marita Norheim, 16, is experienced with fishing and takes the wheel while Bill handles the pole. They catch several small fish, which Arne says we’ll keep as backup, in case we don’t do any better. We do not want to return empty handed, for his mother, Anne Katrine, would like to serve a fish dinner tonight.
Marita does do better, bringing in a huge cod. She turns over the wheel to Bill and settles back to text message her friends.


I am as happy as I think possible in the bow, enjoying the beauty all around, wondering about my grandmother and how she adjusted from this life on the sea to life on the prairie. But they insist I try my hand at fishing, and I am glad they did.
We return with our bounty, clean it, and turn it over to Anne Katrine. She prepares a traditional meal of boiled fish and potatoes with special liver gravy. We raise our akevitt glasses and "Skål" our good luck on the Norwegian Sea.