Biletglimt frå Jonsokfeiring på Stalheim. Tradisjonsrikt Jonsokbryllaup frå Sivlesteinen til Stalheim Museum, der ulike lokale lag skapar liv og røre med leikar, mat, tevlingar og aktivitetar.
WAs that the Silve stone, which might have been brought to the area by a Skjervheim?
At one time, I learned a stone was brought there by a family member. Judy Sokolow ( Great Granddaughter of Ole Skjervheim. ) cousin Leiv told me this story.
Deaths at Voss
Kjel Olson Skjervheim, 82 years-old, died on August 24 and Myrkdal is a character poorer.
He belonged to the old times, Kjel, and didn t bother with modern society’s ideas and niceties.
Completely nonplussed, he would be met on the streets of Vangen in mukluks and a familiar kid-glove cap which was known over the whole district.
It was he who in his time hauled the Sivlestone across Lake Myrkdal a risky distance that could have taken both his life and the horses. The ice was 18 inches thick but the stone was so heavy that it caused waves under the sled runners and people who stood watching from the lakeshore screamed and were sure this would end in disaster. Kjel didn’t dare stop a moment during the journey and held his sheath knife in his fist in readiness to cut the harness to pieces should the ice fail and the stone go to the bottom. But he made it, otherwise the splendid monument would never have reached its proper home on the Stalheim cliff.
Kjel Skervheim was never sick, way up into his eighties, and at age 79 he danced a Spring Dance with elegance and rhythm seldom seen nowadays, even among the most agile youth.
Source: The text above is from the back of a painting that Lars Osa made of Kjel Olson kjervheim.
WAs that the Silve stone, which might have been brought to the area by a Skjervheim?
At one time, I learned a stone was brought there by a family member. Judy Sokolow ( Great Granddaughter of Ole Skjervheim. ) cousin Leiv told me this story.
Deaths at Voss
Kjel Olson Skjervheim, 82 years-old, died on August 24 and Myrkdal is a character poorer.
He belonged to the old times, Kjel, and didn t bother with modern society’s ideas and niceties.
Completely nonplussed, he would be met on the streets of Vangen in mukluks and a familiar kid-glove cap which was known over the whole district.
It was he who in his time hauled the Sivlestone across Lake Myrkdal a risky distance that could have taken both his life and the horses. The ice was 18 inches thick but the stone was so heavy that it caused waves under the sled runners and people who stood watching from the lakeshore screamed and were sure this would end in disaster. Kjel didn’t dare stop a moment during the journey and held his sheath knife in his fist in readiness to cut the harness to pieces should the ice fail and the stone go to the bottom. But he made it, otherwise the splendid monument would never have reached its proper home on the Stalheim cliff.
Kjel Skervheim was never sick, way up into his eighties, and at age 79 he danced a Spring Dance with elegance and rhythm seldom seen nowadays, even among the most agile youth.
Source: The text above is from the back of a painting that Lars Osa made of Kjel Olson kjervheim.