A statue of Leif Erikssen looms over the entrance to Shilshole Bay Marina. In researching why on earth a statue of Leif Erikssen would be found at this far western shore, I came across the following article. Makes sense to me. ;-) |
Excerpt taken from
Slate.at www.slate.msn.com By Knute Berger
Earlier this summer,
an out-of-town friend and I were taking in the Ballard Seafood Festival,
an annual celebration of music, troll dolls, and pickled herring in
the Seattle neighborhood that serves as Scandinavia's unofficial outpost.
Ballard, annexed
by Seattle many years ago, maintains its culture and loyalties without
much consideration for national or civic boundaries. Its residents,
solid and conservative in look and outlook, are often referred to as
"square heads," which suggests a stolid stupidity many associate
with the Swedes, but all Scandinavian flags fly here. The kindly King
Harald V of Norway visits every year or so to ensure that Ballard remains
within the realm. The children grow strong by enduring the pain and
suffering of having to eat lutefisk, the kind of dish that offers a
challenge to the character, much like haggis for the Scots. Lutefisk
is cod that is treated with lye and is transformed, in the process,
into a gelatinous, fishy, white mass. When I was growing up, we had
to eat it every Christmas eve. "No lutefisk--no gifts" was,
no doubt, a Lutheran law.
The question and
the tone turned me snarky. Why the hell do I have to justify Leif Ericson?
Did Christopher Columbus ever sleep in Columbus, Ohio? Did he ever reach
the Columbia River or British Columbia? America and the Pacific Northwest
are monuments to people who never came here, Amerigo Vespucci for one.
Washington state is named for George. Mount Rainier is named for Peter
Rainier, a British admiral and enemy of the United States who never
sailed these waters. And the Strait of Juan de Fuca is named for a Greek
navigator who likely never existed at all. And my friend questions Leif
Ericson? My friend, sad
to say, had revealed himself with his inquiry as a Vinland doubter,
a man who has not read The Sagas, a man still waiting for more proof
than contemporary maps, detailed written accounts, and carbon-dated
archaeological evidence. In short, a typical American. |