Sjá nánar

14.2.2010

Humorous Icelandic Tales2

was vicar of the parish at Stadur in Grunnavik at

Jokulfirdir from the year 1918 until the day he died. The

Reverend was a very big, strong, and hard-working man.

He was president of the municipal council and member

of the county administrative board of Grunnavik for

decades and often visited neighbouring parishes to

conduct church services. The Reverend cared deeply

for the community where he lived and sought to improve

it in every way possible. In spite of his efforts the

population decreased slowly and surely and the last

people moved out of the municipality in the autumn of

1962. At present nobody lives there. This turn of events

had been anticipated by the old vicar.

One time as the number of people living in the

municipality of Grunnavik had begun to dwindle,

Reverend Jonmundur attended a meeting of the county

administrative board in Isafjordur. The Reverend

seemed gloomy and out of sorts, and one of the members

of the board asked him why.

"I dreamt last night that I had died and gone to

Heaven", the Reverend said, "but there weren’t many

of my parishioners there."

"And why was that?", somebody

asked.

"It seems they had all moved to

Reykjavik", Reverend Jonmundur

replied.

Reverend Jonmundur Halldorsson.