Hidden treasures found at the cottage this morning…. 45 years since Afi Malli (Brynjolfson) died I found his beloved pipes, which were his companions over his life. And beside them the roll- your -own cigarette papers which he filled with Old Chum pipe tobacco from his pouch when the spirit moved him to switch.., ultimately
“Sigurdson Island “ at the mouth of the Berens River, was a magical place for a young boy. As a little guy in the early 50’s each summer we would “Go North” to join Dad at the station for summer fishing. Sigurdson Fisheries had a long association with the community. My great grandfather had first started to fish there in 1895,The small granite island was a perfect place for a fish station, close to the fishing grounds, a constant breeze keeping the flies away, and the buildings cool in the summer sun.It would take me about 15 minutes to charge around the island. A mossy slimy margin ringed its shoreline and made it an unwitting trap for any kid who got to close, and found himself/ herself thrashing haplessly to be a grip to climb up. My cousin, Helen Kristjanson, (no doubt known to many in Gimli), narrowly escaped her demise as she was pulled all but drowned from the water as a young child, rescued by the divine intervention of some nurses from the mission hospital who happened to be on the island visiting that very day.