Topic: some days are pretty good
I was reading about the Gunflint Trail. What a rugged, romantic, wild west name. Another place in Minnesota that I have not visited. A place for canoeing, hiking, fishing, skiing, picking berries, watching birds and animals and wild flowers, discovering the history of the area which was used by the Native Americans to find food, the voyageurs in their fur trade, and would-be miners who found the iron ore too difficult to remove from the rocks. I will return to the subject, but I have been sidetracked from Minnesota geology for a day.
I am thinking about another kind of rock. A stone. It is called rok. My great grandmother's church parish in Sweden. So named because the stone from pagan times was used by early Christian builders in the construction of their church. I have named my little handmade-on-my-computer book enterprize Rok Press. I have in my possession a New Testament given to my great grandmother from church. Somehow, in my mind I could see what was written on the frontispiece of that little book. I thought it was Rok, and I thought the date corresponded to her confirmation at about age 14. But I ran across the book recently, and I discovered I was wrong. The parish name is not mentioned. Doing my math, I figured out that the Bible was given to her at age 21. And someone has left a bookmark, a newspaper clipping of a poem in Swedish. The title is G?. Maybe it was given to her when she left for America.
There is a new book about the Kensington runestone. Fascinating stuff. Think...Da Vinci Code. Knights Templar. Cistercians. :) I expect a novel to come out of this. I wonder who will write it.
I think I need to concentrate on the music and literature portions of my website. I have to work at the church tomorrow, I suppose. Hoffs Rock Shop