Invitation to Bohuslän, as sung at the funeral service of Gertie Bilén.

July 27, 2018 was the funeral service of my mother, Gertie Bilén.
She was almost 99 year when she died July 4.
She had a rich and fulfilling life, so rather than the normal sorrow it was more of a celebration, we do not sorrow as those who have no hope.
My niece and brother performed my mother’s favorite song. “Invitation to Bohuslän” It is in Swedish but describes her life  since she knew many of the places and people in the song.  Enjoy!

 

V1
Som blågrå dyning bohusbergen rullar
I ödsligt majestät mot havets rand
Men mellan dess kala urtidskullar
Är bördig jord och gammalt bondeland
Dit tränger Skagerack med blåa kilar
Och strida strömmar klara som kristall
Och lummig lövlund står med björk och pilar
Och ask och ek vid ladugård och stall
V2
Kom ut och lufta vinterdävna tankar
På stigar vindlande i berg och myr
Där vinden blåser in från Doggers Bankar
Med doft av tång och salt och äventyr
Och kom till Långevik, till sjökaptenen
Herr Johansson, som, mätt på havets skum
Nu vårdar äppelträden och syrenen
Och örtagården kring sitt Tusculum
V3
Ja kom och se vårt Bohuslän om våren
Du Rönnerdahl, som äger blick för färg
Här går på vinröd ljung de svarta fåren
Och rosa skyar över druvblå berg
Här svallar myllan lilabrun kring plogen
När Anders plöjer med sin norska häst
Och skutor med kinesiskt vitt om bogen
På golfströmsgröna svall styr mot nordväst
v4
Kom ut till oss! Här kärnar Hulda smöret
Och leghornshönsen värper ägg var dag
Här blir du frisk till hälsan och humöret
Här trivs du, Rönnerdahl, det lovar jag!
Här bygger Anders båtar och fioler
Här kan du fiska torsk och spela vals
Och tjusa oss med kullrande trioler
Ur Anders felor och din egen hals
v5
Kom ut till stränderna, de ödsligt sköna
Med slån och hagtorn, böjda djupt av storm
Med gamla båtvrak som har multnat gröna
Men än, i brustna skrov, bär vågens form
Där mellan hav och land, på sand som skrider
På tång som gungar, kan du ensam gå
Och leva i de längst förflydda tider

Och i ditt släktes framtid likaså

One final verse to “Ode to Nancy Pelosi.”

It is time to add a final verse to an Ode to Nancy Pelosi, she has done such a great job, in her own words: “So you want me to sing my praises? Is that what you’re saying? Well, I’m a master legislator. I am a strategic, politically astute leader. My leadership is recognized by many around the country, and that is why I’m able to attract the support that I do.”

Oh, Nancy Pelosi, she fondly remembers,

she only lost sixty-three Democrat members.

And it doesn’t compute,

as a leader astute?

Her party is burning, it’s ashes and embers!

When Nancy Pelosi took over power I penned

Ode to Nancy Pelosi, Limerick style.

Since Nancy Pelosi took over the gavel 

Was our economy quick to unravel.

 She is more than bad,

The worst that we had.

We finally stopped contemplating our navel.

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Since Nancy Pelosi took over as speaker

Our job situation has gotten much weaker

 All jobs that are lost

Since she got the post

And as for advise, shame to all who still seek her.

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For Nancy Pelosi, Majority Leader

The Chinese exploiters a life-line did feed her

Our debt load increased

Four trillions at least

We all must this fall go and vote to unseat her

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For Nancy Pelosi, known Tea Party hater

Gets scared when the grandmothers start to berate her

It does go to show

That she doesn’t know

The Tea Party is a great hate dissipater.

 

 

V-E day 1945. A childhood memory from Sweden.

V – E day 1945. Ah, yes, I remember it well.

In 1944 my father bought a shortwave radio to listen to news from the the Finnish war. He sat up at night, at exactly kaksi, kymmenta kaksi (22:00) there was a ten minute condensation of the war news. Sweden had taken in more than 70,000 children from Finland to keep them from being ravished by the war. In addition we had some Estonian children and a few Jews in the school where my father taught. I was not yet four years old, but I was fascinated by the news, asking my father what it all meant. Then came the spring of 1945, and  the family sat around the radio to listen to the noon news. They told that Denmark had been liberated the day before, and that the German army had surrendered. The day was May 5. So I asked my father what that all meant. My mother interrupted and smiled broadly “That means, we are going to have peace.” Being not quite four yet, I remember answering “But what are they going  tell us on the news then?” Up till then, all I have heard on the news was war news. They assured me that from now on there was only going to be good news on the radio. We all hugged and sang a song, I don’t remember which one, but we often sang “Blott en dag” (Day by day). This has become our family song, and we have sung it as good night prayer for years with both our children and grand children.

 1 Day by day, and with each passing moment,
Strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He, whose heart is kind beyond all measure,
Gives unto each day what He deems best,
its appointed part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.
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Every day the Lord Himself is near me,
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear and cheer me,
He whose name is Counselor and Pow’r.
The protection of His child and treasure
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
“As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,”
This the pledge to me He made.
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Help me then, in every tribulation,
So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation,
Offered me within Thy holy Word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E’er to take, as from a father’s hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Till I reach the promised land.

 

 

Obama, like the Lion in Wizard of Oz gets Medal of Courage, gets medal of Distinguished Public Service. The 100th and final verse in the Obama song.

On Jan 4, 2017 soon exiting President Obama added another prestigious medal to his Nobel Prize collection when he had Defense Secretary Ash Carter award him the Department of Defense Medal for Distinguished Public Service.

Secretary Carter awarded his boss the medal during the Armed Forces Full Honor Farewell Review for the President held at Conmy Hall, Joint Base Myer-Henderson Hall in Virginia. The ceremony was sparsely attended, only the required crew of brass bothered to show up.

Carter insisted that the medal was a token of appreciation for Obama’s service as commander in chief, the Associated Press reported.

Like when the Wizard of Oz gave the Medal of Courage to the Lion lacking courage.

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barack-obama-medalIt was too much for one member of the Obama honor guard, so he passed out during the speeches.

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This completes the 100 verses of the Obama impeachment song (as if sung by President Barack Hussein Obama to the tune of “Please release me, let me go”)

Service Medal for myself

I am a narcissistic elf;

soon to be put on the shelf.

My judgment – or lack speaks for itself.

Here is the complete impeachment song: https://lenbilen.com/2015/02/25/the-complete-obama-impeachment-song/

One more verse to the Hillary Nursery rhyme: Jail for Hillary?

“If I win, I am going to instruct my attorney general to get a special prosecutor to look into your situation because there has never been so many lies, so much deception,” Trump said to Clinton during Sunday’s presidential debate, referring to her use of a private email server as Secretary of State. “We’re going to have a special prosecutor.”

“It’s just awfully good that someone with the temperament of Donald Trump is not in charge of the law in our country,” Clinton said in response.

“Because you’d be in jail,” Trump retorted.

This adds one more verse to the Hillary Nursery rhyme:

Hillary, Hillary, where have you been?

“It’s none of your business, for I am the queen.”

……more……………

Hillary, Hillary, will you be in jail?

“I always escape. I will not fail.”

The whole nursery rhyme: https://lenbilen.com/2015/05/17/hillary-clinton-as-a-nursery-rhyme/

Verse 98 of the Obama impeachment song: The eulogy of whom?

President Barack Obama in Israel for the funeral of former Israeli president Shimon Peres pointed out that both he and Peres had “unlikely” lives.

“I think our friendship was rooted in the fact that I could somehow see myself in his story, and maybe he could see himself in mine,” he said.

This leads to verse 98 of the Obama impeachment song (as if sung by President Barack Hussein Obama to the tune of “Please release me, let me go”)

Shimon Peres eulogy;

An effort in futility.

Narcissistic as could be,

the person I talked about was me.

Here is the complete impeachment song: https://lenbilen.com/2015/02/25/the-complete-obama-impeachment-song/

One more verse to the Hillary Nursery rhyme: Hillary Clinton cross eyed.

 

This adds one more verse to the Hillary Nursery rhyme:

Hillary, Hillary, where have you been?

“It’s none of your business, for I am the queen.”

……more……………

Hillary, Hillary, what’s with your eyes?

“Oh, nothing compared to my failures and lies.”

The whole nursery rhyme: https://lenbilen.com/2015/05/17/hillary-clinton-as-a-nursery-rhyme/