Journal entry by Al Negstad — a minute ago
What transpired between Jenine, Maren and Joanne, when Joanne talked about going to Holden, I've either forgotten or never knew. What I do know is that they gave their blessing to Joanne's with us. This is not surprising because they are both the epitome of grace. However, they did get their licks in while Joanne and I were on our brief honeymoon...they had access to our apartment and in a past post I enumerated the situation to which we returned.
With Joanne's assent our group was set with four persons each in two cars. Pastor Allan Thorson of First Lutheran, drove his new Nash. Switching cars with my Dad, I drove his 1962 Chevrolet. Joanne rode with me and as we drove through the mountains she's often say of the scenery "it's just like Norway."
Leaving our cars parked in Wenatchee we took the four hour ride on Lake Chelan to the Holden Village landing and then by bus to the Village. Here the plot thickens. We were all assigned to work crews for the morning. Joanne and Allan Thorson were in the same crew and every morning they'd wander off together down the path to their work site. While I went off to mine. To me it appeared that she had her eye on the wrong Allan, though she would never admit it. There was no doubt that I was interested in her and sought out opportunities to engage her in conversation. Before long buds of romance between us began. Before we left the village we had a tacit agreement to pursue a relationship.
The route both ways had been agreed before we left Sioux Falls. Once we left the village and reclaimed our cars in Wenatchee we drove west to Seattle. Then it was on to Vancouver, B.C., east to Banff and Lake Louise. Crossing back into the U.S., by Glacier Park, we drove south to Highway #212 and Billings.
Joanne drove thousands of miles during her working life. 40,000 a year while she was President of LSS of South Dakota. Staying awake was never an issue for her while she drove all those miles. On the other hand if I was driving she'd often be asleep before we'd gone ten miles. There was only one time she fell asleep driving and it was east of Billings. Those of us in my car had agreed to drive overnight as we returned to Sioux Falls and that we'd take turns driving.
It happened in Broadus, Montana. Joanne was driving and I was asleep in the front passenger seat. The car came to violent stop accompanied by the sound of crunching metal. She was stopping at a station for gas, but not being fully awake, she hit the concrete post guarding the gas pump. Suddenly we were all awake. Not much damage was done to the car, a little crinkle in the fender by the headlight. Over the years it was the cause of much amusement between us. My Dad? He thought it was joke and enjoyed teasing her about it, and, it didn't cool our ardor.
We had planned to return to Holden to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary. Norway intervened...Lars was studying there so we visited him instead of Holden. We never did go back and now I can't imagine going there without her. It certainly was a trip that altered our lives in a way that leaves me profoundly grateful.
Takk for alt,
Al
With Joanne's assent our group was set with four persons each in two cars. Pastor Allan Thorson of First Lutheran, drove his new Nash. Switching cars with my Dad, I drove his 1962 Chevrolet. Joanne rode with me and as we drove through the mountains she's often say of the scenery "it's just like Norway."
Leaving our cars parked in Wenatchee we took the four hour ride on Lake Chelan to the Holden Village landing and then by bus to the Village. Here the plot thickens. We were all assigned to work crews for the morning. Joanne and Allan Thorson were in the same crew and every morning they'd wander off together down the path to their work site. While I went off to mine. To me it appeared that she had her eye on the wrong Allan, though she would never admit it. There was no doubt that I was interested in her and sought out opportunities to engage her in conversation. Before long buds of romance between us began. Before we left the village we had a tacit agreement to pursue a relationship.
The route both ways had been agreed before we left Sioux Falls. Once we left the village and reclaimed our cars in Wenatchee we drove west to Seattle. Then it was on to Vancouver, B.C., east to Banff and Lake Louise. Crossing back into the U.S., by Glacier Park, we drove south to Highway #212 and Billings.
Joanne drove thousands of miles during her working life. 40,000 a year while she was President of LSS of South Dakota. Staying awake was never an issue for her while she drove all those miles. On the other hand if I was driving she'd often be asleep before we'd gone ten miles. There was only one time she fell asleep driving and it was east of Billings. Those of us in my car had agreed to drive overnight as we returned to Sioux Falls and that we'd take turns driving.
It happened in Broadus, Montana. Joanne was driving and I was asleep in the front passenger seat. The car came to violent stop accompanied by the sound of crunching metal. She was stopping at a station for gas, but not being fully awake, she hit the concrete post guarding the gas pump. Suddenly we were all awake. Not much damage was done to the car, a little crinkle in the fender by the headlight. Over the years it was the cause of much amusement between us. My Dad? He thought it was joke and enjoyed teasing her about it, and, it didn't cool our ardor.
We had planned to return to Holden to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary. Norway intervened...Lars was studying there so we visited him instead of Holden. We never did go back and now I can't imagine going there without her. It certainly was a trip that altered our lives in a way that leaves me profoundly grateful.
Takk for alt,
Al
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