14.2.2010


Humorous Icelandic Tales 22








 

Humorous Tales

from the Daily Life in

the West Fjords of Iceland

in the 20th Century

English Translation:

Haukur Ingason,

Certified Translator

Compiled by Hallgrimur Sveinsson

Published by

Vestfirska forlagið

Brekka  Dyrafirdi 2009

Iceland

E-mail address: jons@snerpa.is

ISBN 978-9979-778-79-0

© All rights reserved

To the Readers

The humorous stories of the people of the West Fjords

of Iceland that are here committed to paper are part

of the heritage of the generations living in the West

Fjords in the 20th century. Some of the stories are

true, some are made up, and some can be said to be

somewhere between truth and fiction. They are

chosen from a vast array of folk tales and humorous

anecdotes that we have published over the years.

We hope that it will give you pleasure to read about

the unique people that make up the population of the

West Fjords, who are people that possess a healthy

sense of humour and no small amount of life

experience!

Enjoy.

Vestfirska forlagið

Hallgrímur Sveinsson




 

The American Halibut Fishers at

the Hotel Niagara

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During the years of 1884-1897 Americans used to

fish for halibut off the shores of the West Fjords, as

in those days these waters would yield bountiful

catches of flatfish to such an extent as was not seen

in most other fishing areas in Europe. The “Yanks”,

as they were called, came from the town of Gloucester,

Massachusetts. Their vessels were sleek, two-masted

schooners that rode high in the water and displaced

up to 160 tonnes without any superstructure. The

Americans’ main base was at Þingeyri in Dýrafjörður

from 1885 to 1897, in which year they stopped fishing

in the area due to the fact that little remained of the

halibut population by that time. The halibut season

was from April to September each year, i.e. about

half the year.

“My father ran a hotel in this place. It had a

big sign that was hard not to notice, and on it was

written Hótel Niagara, with the obvious intention

of pleasing the Americans. It might be said that

I was to some degree an expert in Icelandic-

American relations, as the hotel became a kind

of community centre for the Americans. They

always came to the hotel when they were on shore

and passed the time dancing and, naturally,

drinking! All they drank was beer, nothing but

beer. I was told one time that it wasn’t possible to

get drunk by drinking beer. I countered this by

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saying that during the halibut years I had

frequently seen the Americans dead drunk after

drinking only beer.

The local situation in those years somewhat

resembled that which most Icelanders did not

experience until the coming of the Allied forces

to Iceland in the Second World War. This is how

far ahead of the times we were! And it never

surprised me that the womenfolk were intrigued

be these Americans, for they were men of great

class. They all dressed elegantly, even sporting

hard hats, and then came to the hotel and drank

until they became quite sociable. In the evenings

there was dancing, and as you can imagine the

ladies were eager to attend and socialize with

these fine lads.

Now that I think of it, these men were quite

different to look at compared with the locals, even

if they were young, for naturally there were some

young men among them. The difference was

somewhat noticeable. The dancing went on until

late but the evenings always ended in the same

way, with brawling and fisticuffs. The fighting was

also interesting to watch, that is when you were

indoors and your parents weren’t too far away so

you were completely safe.

I remember watching them fight one time

when my father had just painted a small boat

which he had owned for many years. He had

turned the boat upside down and painted the

bottom of the hull with red paint. The scrappers

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had stripped down to the waist as they usually did,

and I remember they were thrown against the

boat a few times and took on a glaringly red colour

as the hull hadn’t dried yet. This I thought very

amusing to watch, as at the time I was of an age

when it didn’t take much to entertain me. It also

happened quite often when the fighting was over

and someone had been knocked to the ground,

that the victorious party would call for water to

wash the wounds of his adversary, for by then they

had become friends again.”

(Related by Mr. Sigurður Jóhannesson in a radio

interview conducted by the newscaster Mr. Stefán

Jónsson)

Niagara Hotel.

The house is now underreconstruction.