This Porsgrund trivet was my grandma's. It has a poem by John Herman Wessel about sandwiches and love... I think some of the meaning is lost in the online translations, though.
I just wandered into your blog today when I was looking up a little Norwegian trivet I quite happily came across in a goodwill store. The very same one that you have in this post. I agree, the meaning does seem like it must be lost in translation. Looking forward to seeing more of your posts!
I just wandered into your blog today when I was looking up a little Norwegian trivet I quite happily came across in a goodwill store. The very same one that you have in this post. I agree, the meaning does seem like it must be lost in translation. Looking forward to seeing more of your posts!
ReplyDeleteThat sandwiches are
ReplyDeletenot food
and that love is
not hatred
that is, for the time being,
what I know
about
sandwiches
and love.