This is an
exceptional work by the late Steinbjørn B. Jacoben on the village of Sandvík.
It is not the professional historian writing, but rather a man who grew up in
the village and whose roots dig deep into its soil, a man who confesses his
love for his home. He tells stories about people and events. He knew these
people, tilled the land and went fishing with them, sitting under their every
word. These words took hold in him and matured with the years until he, a grown
man, put them on paper. As always, Jacobsen’s words live, dance lightly across
The book is
first and foremost a village chronicle but it is also a portrait of a
particular epoch of Faroese history. In addition to what is expected in a
village chronicle, short sequences of events are included, little stories about
events that manage not to thread anyone on the feet but nevertheless make the
book human, diverse and colourful.
book is proof that, where the human will is present nothing is impossible.
depends on the crew.
grows kinder for the eager.
will is their heaven.
In 1810 the
priest Schrøter is able to acquire a large patch of land in Hvalvík, which is
renamed Sandvík in 1913, and in 1816 he convinces two young couples in the bay.
Poulsen and Johanna Jacobsdatter settle by the gorge Hvalgjógv and Niklas
Gullakesen and his wife, Marin Margreta Jacobsdatter by the river that now runs
through the middle of the village. Both women, Johanna first, bore children the
same year they settled.
visionaries, the people who founded this settlements, just as the generations
who follow them possessed the tenacity necessary for life to flourish by the