Wednesday, July 23, 6:30 pm
Urness Hall, St. Olaf College
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Opening Processional
Twin Cities Hardingfelelag and Lars Skjervheim Hardingfelelag

Welcome
Annamarie Pluhar, HFAA president and AmeriKappleik chair

Setesdal in Minnesota, in Memory of Eivind and Daniel Aakhus and Pioneer Spelemenn
Vidar Lande, Hardanger fiddle

Lullabies and Hymns Express the Faith and Hope of Immigrants
Mary Klockeman, singer (kvedar)

Valdres in Minnesota, in Memory of Thor Quale and Randi Johansen
Mary and Olav Jørgen Hegge, Valdresspringar; Bernt Balchen, Hardanger fiddle

Presentation to Bernt Balchen

Old Time Music Shared by Immigrant Communities, in Tribute to Elmo Wick
Mary Abendroth, pump organ and singer; Paul Wilson, fiddle and accordion; Char Bostrom, fiddle

Telemark Dance in Minnesota, in Memory of Harold K. Sersland
Carol Sersland, Margit Nellis, Bruce Bostrom, Tremannsspringar; Karen Solgård, Hardanger fiddle

Telemark Music in Minnesota, in Memory of Anund Roheim
Torgeir Straand, Hardanger fiddle

Minnesota Leikarring, in Tribute to Hilda Kringstad and the Norrona Leikarring
Det Norske Folkedanslaget

Lagspel Re-energized in Minnesota
Twin Cities Hardingfelelag

Hardingfele at St. Olaf College:in Tribute to Amy Narvestad and in Memory of Carl Narvestad
Andrea Een, Hardanger fiddle; Lars Skjervheim Hardingfelelag; St. Olaf Hardanger fiddle alumni

Presentation from the Valdres Samband
Amy Narvestad and David Kringstad, presenters

Allspel and Allsang: Hils fra Meg der Hjemme (Greet them all back home) Everyone!

I den stille tause natt
Står jeg her ved skipets ratt,
under himmelens stjernevell,
Ene og forlatt.
Under himmelens høye tak
Høres fjerne vingeslag,
Fugletrekket atter gar
Mot nord, mot lyse vår.

Hils fra meg der hjemme,
Hils min far og mor,
Hils de grønne lier
Og den blanke fjord
Hvis jeg hadde vinger
Fløy jeg hjem med deg
Til de lyse netter,
Hils dem! Hils fra meg!

On the deck I stand at night,
When the stars above are bright,
Far away from friends and home,
Lonely here I roam.
Swallows on their wings so high,
Now in spring they homeward fly,
To the land where sunlight beams
In to my childhood dreams.

Greet my dear old mother,
Greet my father too,
And my little brother
When he welcomes you.
If I had wings to follow,
Happy would I be.
Dearest little swallow,
Greet them all from me!

Closing Processional
Twin Cities Hardingfelelag and Lars Skjervheim Hardingfelelag