Er ekki r\u00e1\u00f0 a\u00f0 mannf\u00f3lki\u00f0 beini stundum huganum a\u00f0 raunverulegum gildum \u00ed l\u00edfinu, fremur en a\u00f0 vera uppteki\u00f0 af \u00ferasi daganna sem oftar en ekki sn\u00fdst um h\u00e9g\u00f3ma og tildur en ekki \u00fea\u00f0 sem skiptir \u00fea\u00f0 mestu m\u00e1li \u00feegar allt kemur til alls?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
S\u00e1 sem skrifar \u00feessar l\u00ednur hefur lengi veri\u00f0 \u00feeirrar sko\u00f0unar a\u00f0 traustasta samband \u00ed mannheimi, sem sjaldan brestur, s\u00e9 samband m\u00f3\u00f0ur og barns. \u00deegar \u00e9g og fa\u00f0ir minn s\u00e1tum \u00e1 kender\u00edi saman fyrir m\u00f6rgum \u00e1ratugum f\u00f3rum vi\u00f0 gjarnan me\u00f0 lj\u00f3\u00f0. Lj\u00f3\u00f0ab\u00f3kin Illgresi eftir \u00d6rn Arnarson var \u00ed upp\u00e1haldi hj\u00e1 okkur. \u00dear er margar lj\u00f3\u00f0aperlur a\u00f0 finna. Ein \u00feeirra var \u00ed s\u00e9rst\u00f6ku upp\u00e1haldi okkar. \u00c9g held vi\u00f0 h\u00f6fum veri\u00f0 samm\u00e1la um a\u00f0 fegurra lj\u00f3\u00f0 hef\u00f0i ekki veri\u00f0 sami\u00f0 \u00e1 \u00cdslandi. Hva\u00f0 finnst \u00fe\u00e9r lesandi g\u00f3\u00f0ur?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mamma var f\u00e6dd 3. j\u00fan\u00ed 1923. Pabbi d\u00f3 3. j\u00fan\u00ed 1979. \u00deessi dagur hefur \u00fev\u00ed alltaf \u00e1tt s\u00e9rstakt s\u00e6ti hj\u00e1 m\u00e9r.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Skyggnumst a\u00f0eins um svi\u00f0i\u00f0.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014\u2014-<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hinn 12. desember 1884 \u00f3l Ingveldur Sigur\u00f0ard\u00f3ttir, \u00fe\u00e1 34 \u00e1ra, son. \u00deetta ger\u00f0ist \u00e1 b\u00e6num Kverk\u00e1rtungu \u00e1 Langanesstr\u00f6nd. Drengurinn var sj\u00f6unda barn hennar og eiginmannsins Stef\u00e1ns \u00c1rnasonar. Hj\u00f3nin bjuggu vi\u00f0 l\u00edtil efni. \u00c1 har\u00f0inda\u00e1runum eftir 1880 svarf a\u00f0 \u00feeim og \u00feurftu \u00feau snemma \u00e1rs 1887 a\u00f0 breg\u00f0a b\u00fai sakir f\u00e1t\u00e6ktar. \u00deau r\u00e9\u00f0ust sem vinnuhj\u00fa a\u00f0 Mi\u00f0fir\u00f0i. Eldri b\u00f6rnin ur\u00f0u \u00feau a\u00f0 l\u00e1ta fr\u00e1 s\u00e9r en h\u00e9ldu drengnum. Hann h\u00e9t Magn\u00fas. Stef\u00e1n drukkna\u00f0i vori\u00f0 1887 \u00ed Mi\u00f0fjar\u00f0ar\u00e1 \u00feegar Magn\u00fas litli var tveggja \u00e1ra gamall. Eftir \u00fea\u00f0 var hann \u00ed umsj\u00e1 m\u00f3\u00f0ur sinnar, sem var\u00f0 nokkrum \u00e1rum s\u00ed\u00f0ar b\u00fast\u00fdra \u00e1 \u00deorvaldsst\u00f6\u00f0um \u00ed Mi\u00f0fir\u00f0i. Drengurinn \u00fe\u00f3tti pastursl\u00edtill og var talinn latur til vinnu. Eina skj\u00f3li\u00f0 hans var m\u00f3\u00f0irin sem unni honum og anna\u00f0ist um hann \u00ed h\u00f6r\u00f0um heiminum. Var hann hj\u00e1 henni allt til \u00feess a\u00f0 hann h\u00e9lt til Reykjav\u00edkur til n\u00e1ms um tv\u00edtugt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ingveldur anda\u00f0ist vori\u00f01925. L\u00edklega hefur henni \u00fe\u00e1 ekki hugkv\u00e6mst a\u00f0 h\u00fan \u00e6tti eftir a\u00f0 lifa um \u00f3komna t\u00ed\u00f0 \u00ed hjarta \u00fej\u00f3\u00f0arinnar sem t\u00e1knmynd \u00feess bands milli einstaklinga sem ekkert f\u00e6r granda\u00f0, og ver\u00f0a \u00fear \u00ed reynd \u00f3dau\u00f0leg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Magn\u00fas sonur hennar f\u00e9kkst vi\u00f0 kve\u00f0skap og kom yfirl\u00e6tislaus lj\u00f3\u00f0ab\u00f3k hans Illgresi fyrst \u00fat \u00e1 \u00e1rinu 1924. Hann orti undir sk\u00e1ldanafninu \u00d6rn Arnarson. \u00dea\u00f0 \u00f3dau\u00f0lega lj\u00f3\u00f0 sem hann orti til m\u00f3\u00f0ur sinnar var\u00f0 ekki til fyrr en degi var teki\u00f0 a\u00f0 halla \u00ed l\u00edfi hans sj\u00e1lfs, en Magn\u00fas anda\u00f0ist 1942. \u00dea\u00f0 \u00e1r kom \u00fat n\u00fd \u00fatg\u00e1fa af Illgresi og var \u00fear fyrst birt lj\u00f3\u00f0i\u00f0 \u201e\u00de\u00e1 var \u00e9g ungur\u201c.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00deetta lj\u00f3\u00f0 er snilldarverk. Efni \u00feess \u00fearf ekki a\u00f0 l\u00fdsa. \u00dea\u00f0 talar fyrir sig sj\u00e1lft.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014\u2014-<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hrepps\u00f3maga-hnokki
h\u00edr\u00f0ist inni \u00e1 palli,
lj\u00f3s \u00e1 h\u00fa\u00f0 og h\u00e1r.
Steig hj\u00e1 l\u00e1gum stokki
stuttur br\u00f3karlalli,
var svo vinaf\u00e1r.
L\u00edf hans var til f\u00e1rra fiska meti\u00f0.
Fur\u00f0anlegt, hva\u00f0 str\u00e1kurinn gat \u00e9ti\u00f0.
\u00de\u00fa varst l\u00edknin, m\u00f3\u00f0ir m\u00edn,
og mildin \u00fe\u00edn
studdi mig fyrsta feti\u00f0.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
M\u00e9r var\u00f0 margt a\u00f0 t\u00e1rum,
margt \u00fe\u00f3 vekti k\u00e6ti
og hopp \u00e1 h\u00e6li og t\u00e1m.
\u00de\u00e1 var \u00e9g ungur a\u00f0 \u00e1rum.
En \u00feau b\u00f6lvu\u00f0 l\u00e6ti,
rumdi ellin r\u00e1m.
\u00dea\u00f0 var eins og enginn tr\u00faa vildi,
a\u00f0 anna\u00f0 mat \u00ed barnsins heimi gildi.
Fl\u00fa\u00f0i \u00e9g til \u00fe\u00edn, m\u00f3\u00f0ir m\u00edn,
\u00fev\u00ed mildin \u00fe\u00edn
gr\u00e1t og gle\u00f0i skildi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lonta \u00ed l\u00e6kjar hyli,
l\u00f3an \u00fati \u00ed m\u00f3num,
grasi\u00f0 gr\u00e6nt um sv\u00f6r\u00f0,
fiskifluga \u00e1 \u00feili,
fuglarnir \u00e1 sj\u00f3num,
himinn, haf og j\u00f6r\u00f0 \u2013
\u00f6ll s\u00fa d\u00e1semd augu barnsins seiddi.
\u00d3tal getum f\u00e1v\u00eds hugur leiddi.
Spur\u00f0i \u00e9g \u00feig m\u00f3\u00f0ir m\u00edn,
og mildin \u00fe\u00edn,
allar g\u00e1tur greiddi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00dat vi\u00f0 ystu sundin
\u00e1st til hafsins felldi
undi lengstum einn,
leik og lei\u00f0slu bundinn.
L\u00fainn heim a\u00f0 kveldi
labbar l\u00edtill sveinn.
\u00dea\u00f0 var svo lj\u00faft, \u00fev\u00ed l\u00fdsir engin tunga,
af litlum her\u00f0um t\u00f3kstu dagsins \u00feunga.
Hvarf \u00e9g til \u00fe\u00edn m\u00f3\u00f0ir m\u00edn,
og mildin \u00fe\u00edn
sv\u00e6f\u00f0i soninn unga.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Verki skyldu valda
veikar barnahendur.
Annir k\u00f6llu\u00f0u a\u00f0.
Hugurinn kaus a\u00f0 halda
heim \u00e1 draumalendur,
gleymdi stund og sta\u00f0.
\u201eN\u00f3g er letin, \u00e1huginn er enginn\u201c.
Ungir og gamlir t\u00f3ku \u00ed sama strenginn,
allir nema m\u00f3\u00f0ir m\u00edn,
\u00fev\u00ed mildin \u00fe\u00edn
\u00feekkti dreymna drenginn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Heyr\u00f0i \u00e9g \u00ed hlj\u00f3\u00f0i
hlj\u00f3ma \u00ed svefni og v\u00f6ku
eitthvert undralag.
Leita\u00f0i a\u00f0 lj\u00f3\u00f0i,
l\u00e6r\u00f0i a\u00f0 sm\u00ed\u00f0a st\u00f6ku
og kve\u00f0a k\u00edminn brag.
Ekki j\u00f3k \u00fea\u00f0 \u00e1lit mitt n\u00e9 hr\u00f3\u00f0ur.
Engum \u00fe\u00f3tti kve\u00f0skapurinn g\u00f3\u00f0ur.
\u00de\u00fa varst skj\u00f3li\u00f0, m\u00f3\u00f0ir m\u00edn,
\u00fev\u00ed mildin \u00fe\u00edn
vermdi \u00feann veika gr\u00f3\u00f0ur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
L\u00edfsins kynngi kallar.
Kolb\u00edtarnir r\u00edsa
upp \u00far \u00f6skust\u00f3.
Opnast g\u00e1ttir allar,
\u00f3skastj\u00f6rnur l\u00fdsa
lei\u00f0 um l\u00f6nd og sj\u00f3.
Suma skorti verjur og vopn a\u00f0 h\u00e6fi,
\u00fe\u00f3tt veganesti\u00f0 m\u00f3\u00f0urhjarta\u00f0 g\u00e6fi.
Hvarf \u00e9g fr\u00e1 \u00fe\u00e9r m\u00f3\u00f0ir m\u00edn,
en mildin \u00fe\u00edn
fylgdi m\u00e9r alla \u00e6vi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
N\u00fa er \u00e9g aldinn a\u00f0 \u00e1rum.
Um sig meinin grafa.
Senn er s\u00f3larlag.
Sv\u00ed\u00f0ur \u00ed g\u00f6mlum s\u00e1rum.
Samt er gaman a\u00f0 hafa
lifa\u00f0 svo langan dag.
Er syrtir af n\u00f3tt, til s\u00e6ngur er m\u00e1l a\u00f0 ganga,
s\u00e6t mun hv\u00edldin eftir vegfer\u00f0 stranga
\u00fe\u00e1 vildi \u00e9g m\u00f3\u00f0ir m\u00edn,
a\u00f0 mildin \u00fe\u00edn
sv\u00e6f\u00f0i mig svefninum langa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
——-<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Magn\u00fas Stef\u00e1nsson hlaut ekki mikinn veraldlegan frama me\u00f0an hann lif\u00f0i. Nafn hans mun hins vegar lifa me\u00f0 lj\u00f3\u00f0um hans um \u00f3komna t\u00ed\u00f0. Og Ingveldur Sigur\u00f0ard\u00f3ttir mun lifa sem t\u00e1knmynd \u00feeirra tengsla mannl\u00edfsins sem aldrei breg\u00f0ast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
J\u00f3n Steinar Gunnlaugsson l\u00f6gfr\u00e6\u00f0ingur<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Er ekki r\u00e1\u00f0 a\u00f0 mannf\u00f3lki\u00f0 beini stundum huganum a\u00f0 raunverulegum gildum \u00ed l\u00edfinu, fremur en a\u00f0 vera uppteki\u00f0 af \u00ferasi daganna sem oftar en ekki sn\u00fdst um h\u00e9g\u00f3ma og tildur en ekki \u00fea\u00f0 sem skiptir \u00fea\u00f0 mestu m\u00e1li \u00feegar allt kemur til alls? S\u00e1 sem skrifar \u00feessar l\u00ednur hefur lengi veri\u00f0 \u00feeirrar sko\u00f0unar a\u00f0 traustasta […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1080","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonsteinar.is\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1080","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonsteinar.is\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonsteinar.is\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonsteinar.is\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonsteinar.is\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1080"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jonsteinar.is\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1080\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1081,"href":"https:\/\/jonsteinar.is\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1080\/revisions\/1081"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonsteinar.is\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1080"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonsteinar.is\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1080"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonsteinar.is\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1080"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}