They say that, as long as someone remembers, a person is never truly dead. As a young man back in the early 1930’s, my father did seasonal farmwork in the Dakotas. One of his employers was a man he always called ‘the old Norwegian”. Years later, he could still do a perfect impersonation of the man’s charming accent and remembered his particular brand of wisdom.
He would always chuckle when he recited a certain quote. Long after my father’s death, my mother would recall the statement and repeat it. I have no idea whether the immigrant, whose name I never knew, had descendants who may have preserved memories of him or if the members of my family were the last to remember the old Norwegian who always said, “It’s not so hell to be poor, it’s just so damn inconvenient.”