EaVcc^c\ V [Vb^an gZjc^dc4 =ZgZ¿h ]dl dcZ [Vb^an \VkZ ^ih \Vi]Zg^c\ V [gZh] il^hi i]Vi [dXjhZY dc CdglZ\^Vc XjaijgVa XVbVgVYZg^Z»VcY ^cXgZVhZY i]Z [jc [VXidg# 7N =:>9> E:6GHDC hen July 28 dawned sunny and clear last summer, my mother and I clinked our coffee mugs in a celebratory toast. The weather would be perfect, we knew, for " Norsk Heritage Day " - the pinnacle of our week-long family reunion on the shores of northern Minnesota's Lake Darling. Already wearing her " Hagen Family Reunion " T-shirt, Mom set sausages to sizzling, intent on treating her 10 grandchildren to the kind of hearty breakfast she grew up with on the South Dakota farm homesteaded by her Norwegian great-grandparents in the 1870s. As the rest of the family emerged from their rooms, the cabin began bustling with the day's preparations. My husband unfurled a Norwegian fl ag on the deck. My 13-year-old niece played Norwegian pop music on the iPod dock. My sister-in-law affi xed Norwegian fl ag tattoos to the little cousins. And my brother and his wife put the fi nal preparations on a familieløp-an all-family race-that was planned for after breakfast. Amid all the activity, I looked at Mom working away in the kitchen. She had a content smile on her face that would remain there throughout the day. We were celebrating our rich Norwegian heritage from morning breakfast to evening bonfi re. Nothing in the world could have made her happier. hdchd[cdglVn#Xdb K>@>C< ?JC: '%&& 23