Hostfest in Minot N.D.
This year's annual Nordic Höstfest (Fall Festival) supposedly had record attendance. As usual, the four, twelve hour days of book signing and talking with people passed quickly. Here are some photos and appropriate comments.
These guys in Skålmusik (from Minnesota) really rocked the hall daily with genuine Nordic music that could be heard from end to end. I longed for a dance partner whenever I passed by. For the non-Nordic, Skål means bowl...not the kind you eat your porridge from, but the sort you drink from if you're a Viking.
Twice daily, this youthful troop marched, danced and sang their way throughout the halls, stopping the crowd wherever they performed. They were led and encouraged by a group of dedicated adults, including Art B., on the accordion, below.
Sometimes I think other people play my fiddle more than I do. It never fails that someone doesn't stop and want to show me a thing or two...and they usually do. This guy was not a Nordic fiddler but he managed to wrangle a Scandinavian waltz for us.
Here, for a change, the mesmerized seem to be mesmerized by the subject of intention. Usually it's the other way around. Careful, Mom: it looks like you have an up-and-comer, also for the stage. Notice, even little sister seems captivated by something
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