Am I the only person from the Icelandic community in Manitoba who grew up knowing so little about our Icelandic heritage?
I knew about the Icelandic Celebration, except we called it Islendingadagurinn and were proud that it sounded so foreign and exotic.
I visited Grandma Bristow with my mother. They played cards. I got to look at stereoscopic pictures. I got to eat ponnukokur. However, I didn