At the time of my birth, I was fortunate to have three living grandparents and one set of great grandparents. My great-grandmother, whom I remember very well, was born in Kristiania, (which is Oslo) Norway on the 24th of March 1897, she came to the United States by herself in 1915 when she was only eighteen years old. She met and married my great-grandfather, who was born here in the U.S. but was also of Norwegian descent, in Chicago in 1917. My great-grandfather passed away in July of 1967, just three months after I was born, but grandma Thora was an integral part of my life until her death in 1974, when I was seven. She was my parents go-to babysitter, and so I spent a lot of time with her, and I have many fond memories of her. She loved to garden, and she grew beautiful flowers, but her favorite flowers were gardenias and she floated them in bowls of water so that her house always smelled of them, it must have made a huge impression on me, because they are also my favorite flower, and as a tribute to her, I carried a boquet of gardenia and white roses when I married my husband in 1992. I also remember all of the stories that she used to tell me about her growing up in Norway, and how she would lapse into Norwegian when ever she got upset or excited.