To remember my childhood's Halloween: a candy corn bracelet

Now I have 100 items in my Etsy shop! Here is the one hundredth item:

My one hundredth item is a pair of rose hip earrings. What are rose hips? They are the fruit of wild roses and can be harvested in September-October in Northern Europe.  This is what they look like:

New Jewellery in my Etsy shop, TINORD

More new listings in my shop, TINORD

Thursday 28th July 2016

New products in my shop TINORD

Sunday 24th July 2016

I am finally filling my shop, Tinord:

Earrings!

Visit Tinord and see!

IWSG January 2016

Anna Nordeman

IWSG - Insecure Writer's Support Group for Wednesday,6th January 2016

This is my thirtyth post for IWSG, written on 9th January 2016:

 

It has been such a busy time that I did not post anything for December. Alex may have already removed my name from the list because of my tardiness with this January post. 

Oh well. I'll still here. I am still struggling with my schoolwork for the university, but the good news is that I actually got a part time teaching job! Surprise! Surprise! I'll be teaching English for teenagers at a local gymnasium! (gymnasium=approximately the same as high school) I have already been given the key to the school and I will start teaching next week, on Wednesday. (Yippee!!!!!!)

I am sorry to have to cut this short. I need to write three papers for the University. But I promise to keep in touch and write more as soon as time allows. 

Best wishes to all for a happy 2016!! 

Best wishes,

Anna

First Commenter:

Lexa Cain

Anna Nordeman

IWSG - Insecure Writer's Support Group for Wednesday, 4th November 2015

This is my twenty-ninth post for IWSG, written on 24th October 2015:

 

I continue to struggle with my schoolwork at the university and making ends meet on a low-paying job that does not cover the cost of living. 

But I am also making discoveries. I am enjoying the company of my classmates. A group of us, about three to five of us, have started eating cheap salads together when we get stuck at the university and have no time to go home between  a morning class and a late afternoon lecture. So we eat together and then sit and read together and discuss how to get through all of the asignments me must do in order to pass this term.  

It's fun. I am really enjoying this. It makes me feel young again. And I may be able to get through the work thanks to these budding friendships, my "study-buddies".We have started making jokes about our work and our teachers - and  we are laughing out loud together. I think this is something that I have been missing for many years. The feeling of being accepted for who I am without having to put on an act. They seem to like me for me

And one of our teachers has noticed that my study-buddies have started to be more daring about speaking up in class - in English. So maybe I am helping them with my jokes, in both Swedish and English.

The only problem is that these young people live in Linköping. They don't have to make a dash for the commuter-bus to Norrköping. But I discovered that one of my instructors lives in Norrköping. She's originallly from Australia and has lived the last 20 years in Sweden. We happened to meet at the bus stop after class and had great fun talking about the the books and films that we like. 

 She made me forget the time. I almost missed getting off at my stop.

Best wishes,

Anna

First Commenter:

Laura Clipson
of
My Baffling Brain

IWSG - Insecure Writer's Support Group for Wednesday, 7th October 2015

Anna Nordeman

IWSG - Insecure Writer's Support Group for Wednesday, 7th October 2015

This is my twenty-eighth post for IWSG, written on 6th October 2015:

 

There is nothing more humbling for a wannabe writer than reading very, very good literature from the Literary Canon. I've decided to write a term paper on one of Jane Austen's novels, Northanger Abbey, and I am also doing a group presentation about  Ann Brontë's novel, The tenant of Wildfell Hall.

So much to read and write about, besides the daily struggle of making ends meet. 

My eleven year old daughter, Elisabet, had two free days from school last week and could accompany me to the university in Linköping. We rode the special campus commuter bus together and Elisabet got to meet my classmates and instructors. But Elisabet was too shy to speak English with any of them. And she almost went through the roof when we discovered that I had forgotten to pack her head phones the second day out. She used them on Thursday when we were in the group presentation class. She could look at her I-pad while the rest of us spoke English. 

But on Friday, she really needed the headphones again because it was a high-level lecture about grammar. Interesting for us students but super-boring for her. Lyckily, I could buy a pair of ear phones in a shop (Pressbyrån) that has everything from coffee to sandwiches to newspapers. (I thanked the shop-keeper profusely.)

We came early enough to stop by the office of the grammar-teacher, Emile Farmer, whom I have mentioned earlier on this blog. He's a charming, funny Brit who still only speaks just a little Swedish. When I tried to persuade my daughter to say something - ANYTHING - and in any language, to Mr Farmer, she said nothing and just looked grumpy.

(Swedish) "Han förstår svenska!" I said, " He understands Swedish."

"It's just not going to happen," replied Mr Farmer with a wry smile. 

Elisabet and I left Mr Farmer to continue his preparations for the lecture. And when it was time, we sat in the back of the classroom to not disturb others.

Afterwards, Mr Farmer said that Elisabet was "as good as gold", and that I had succeeded in making the experience as tolerable as possible for her with I-pad, ear-phones and a bag of chips.

"I've been doing this for thirteen years" was my last words to him.

Best wishes,

Anna

P.S. Sorry. No photos from our excursion to the university. I had my hands full.

First Commenter:

 

Alex J. Cavanaugh

Question of the month (5th October): Who would play you in a movie of your life?

 

Anna Nordeman

 

 

 

 

Who would play you in a movie of your life?

Question of the Month (5th October 2015)

Here is my answer to your question, Michael: 

I am not a famous person. If I do anything worth remembering in the future, it would  have to be an actress in the future playing me. I don't know of any contemporary actress who looks like me.

I like Reese Witherspoon, but I don't look much like her:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Maybe Jodie Foster?

 

 

Jodie Foster

Jodie Foster

Maybe if Jodie Foster dyed her hair mousie grayish-brown and put on glasses, she might look more like me than, let's say, Meryl Streep, Nicole Kidman or Gwyneth Paltrow.

Meryl Streep

Nicole Kidman

Gwyneth Paltrow

Gwyneth Paltrow

I'm no beauty, but I think I have bright eyes and a winning smile.

But why would there be a film about my life? What must I do to become famous? I am not pretty or talented enough to become a famous actress. I don't want to commit a crime. Any achievement that is attainable within the remainer of my working life will hardly be awarded with a prize like an Oscar's statuette. And the third alternative is not something I want either:

United Airlines Flight 93

Memorial to the passengers

I've just finished reading about the memorials to the passengers on flight 93 that crashed in rural Pennsylvania. (I am writing this on 11th September.) Those innocent people perished 14 years ago today, while trying to stop terrorists from crashing into the Capitol Building or the White House. 

Flight 93 was the only one of the hijacked airplanes that did not reach its goal. The other aircrafts did, the Pentagon and the World Trade Center were hit. The black box and GPS- and cellular telephone calls to loved ones from the passengers on flight 93 seem to indicate that they made an effort to stop the terrorists. The pilot, Jason Dahl, put the plane on automatic pilot to make it difficult for the hijackers just before they overtook the cockpit. The passengers got together and voted on trying to break into the cockpit with a food cart. They may have succeeded in breaking open the cockput and killing one of the terrorists, but not in time to avoid the crash. The plane plowed into an empty field in Stonycreek, Pennsylvania and all 44 on board died. But no one on the ground was hurt.

This was not the case at the Pentagon, where 125 persons in were killed besides the hostages on the airplane. And in and around the World Trade Center, 2,606 perished.

The South Tower is struck

Smoking Twin Towers

The Pentagon was partly collapsed

I don't want to be remembered for something like that. I want to live a long, happy and uneventfull life. And I am sure that all of those people trapped in tall buildings or taken as hostages on hijacked airplanes would have prefered that too.

Best wishes,

Anna 

 

 

 

 

P.S.


Read my comment about a young fire fighter named Stark. Here is a picture of the memorial to the fire fighters:

Source

In a comment, Michael has suggested Anne Hathaway as a possible candidate if I succeed in becoming a memorable writer. She is such a good actress and looks good too! Yes, please! Yes, please!

Anne Hathaway

Thanks so much for your input, Michael! I really like Anne Hathaway in the film roles that I have seen her, as The White Queen in Alice in Wonderland and as Andrea Sachs in The Devil wears Prada.

I want to be very clear about sonething: 

Yes, I do want to be remembered after my time is up. Even if I only live an uneventful life, I still want to be remembered by my family and friends. 

As we all do, I would have prefered all of the victims of 9/11 to have survived and been able to live out their natural lives. But nothing can change the fact that their lives were brutally ended; and I think they deserve every memorial they can get. They should be remembered. That is one of the reasons I have mentioned them in this post. I want them to be remembered as I remember my loved ones who were able to live normal lives. 

I also hope that I will at least be remembered by my own 'flock', people who once knew and loved or liked me.



First Commenter:

Lily Whalen
of
Notes from Innisfree