Organists and Organ Playing

Twenty-five years ago …

Twenty-five years ago, I remember being at Troldhaugen, Edvard Grieg’s summer home, with my husband, Carl Crosier, and trying our hardest to stay awake. You see, it had taken us 30 hours, including flights and layovers from Honolulu, to reach this peaceful place.

The concert hall, seating 200, is covered with a grass roof, and is sunken to keep its low visibility. 

We checked into the hotel upon our arrival, and then set out on public transportation to Troldhaugen. When we saw that there was going to be a concert, we waited for several hours for the piano and cello recital to begin. Then, we could hardly keep our eyes open as we listened to the concert!

I’m here, twenty-five years later, with Brekke Tours and Travel, an agency out of North Dakota, and surprise, surprise—Jo Ann Condry, whom I met on the Historic Organ Study Tour to northern Italy two years ago, is here too!

With Jo Ann Condry, who is an organ aficionada!
The Griegs’ villa
Stained glass window in the villa.
This Steinway piano was a surprise 25th wedding anniversary gift.

What I am appreciating now, though, is that we have a local guide to give us a complete history of the house and Grieg’s life. Here is a life-size statue of this man, all 4’11” of him! He married his first cousin, Nina, who was two inches taller than he. His wife is the one who came up with the name “Troldhaugen,” which means “troll hill.” They had only one daughter, who died at the age of 13 months, and never had any other children.

Grieg never thought his music would last—he termed his compositions “popular music.” But of course, his music is now performed all over the world.

Edvard Grieg

Grieg needed complete quiet and solitude in order to compose, and built this special “Composer’s Hut” to do just that.

The Composer’s Hut
Inside the Composer’s Hut

Grieg and his wife are buried on the property, near the water.

Edvard Grieg’s tomb

We then had a walking tour of the UNESCO World Heritage set of colorful wooden buildings, which have become an icon for the city of Bergen.

The “skillingsbole” was highly recommended, so Jo Ann bought one and I had a little piece to taste.

The warm-from-the-oven Skillingsbole was like a donut, except not so sweet.
It was yummy!

We then rode a funicular to the top of the mountain for a most spectacular view!

70 people can ride in the funicular at any one time.

A spectacular view!
A musical fence!
Unfortunately there was no sign marker for Honolulu—but it’s FAR, FAR AWAY!

We’ve been very lucky on the weather as Bergen is known for its rain—however we have had absolutely none, and none is forecast. Yay!

Tomorrow morning we will move out of the Clarion Admiral Hotel and be on our way to Voss and Balestrand, via the famous Flam Railway, ranked as one of the top 20 train rides in the world.