Bugosi Stonemasons, Bornholm

It could be the sound of a predator circling its victim..........or maybe the sound of a lunchtime treat......or maybe, possibly, simply, a...........bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........

that's the worrying part that makes it all exciting, what does it mean?

.....and in the night, there's a bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.............

Wouldn't it be wonderful to be able to use words as a paintbrush as he did? First there's young and easy and then there's burn and rave at close of day and in between there is life

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.


bzz bzz bzzz

I once took my kids to a one man show of Under Milk Wood. they were very young so I was a bit worried but they were as fascinated as I was. The guy was just brilliant and they sat quietly all the way through.

Oh I'm a martyr to music

"It's organ, organ all the time with him" sighed Mrs Organ Morgan

I wondered how long we could discuss organs and keep it on a high plane. Turns out it was only about an hour. However, for Bugosiland that's a record!

Indeed, he will be happy!!!

Hee-Hee!....How interesting in a factually factual way about the organ-grinder.....I shall have to inform uncle Bluebottle, as he knows his organs........

Hee hee Junee your last one is certainly also true in the colonies...
and it reminds me of one of my favorite jokes, told to me by my best friend in childhood, who was blind:
A blind man walks into the market and puts his cane over his arm at the most awkward angle. He proceeds to walk down the aisle to the pharmacist at the back of the store, knocking everything off the shelves as he goes along. Kerrasshh, Kerrish, all the little bottles breaking. The pharmacist regards him with astonishment and asks, "Is there anything I can help you with?" The blind man says, "No, thanks, just looking..."

Ohh Juneeee, the two first ones are indeed Denmark in a nutshell too!! But well, we are rather close and many people in England have Norse ancestors, soooo.....!!

David, it's very interesting what you have found out. Not even Bent knew about him, but thanks to these Swedish stonemasons we do now!! Thank YOU and thanks Lela.

Time for a little joke?

Only in England...do we leave cars worth thousands of pounds on the drive and put our junk in the garage.

Only in England...can a pizza get to your house faster than an ambulance.

Only in England...do Supermarkets make the sick people walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.

I admit it! Where are those places anyway? I've heard of them, but..............

[[Now for Hanne's sake I must put in a little note. Thanks to this historically accurate photograph, I went back to the wikipedia article about Bornholm Island, home to Elfie and her family. At the bottom it listed famous Bornholmers, and there I saw Mr. M. P. Möller, founder of the great American organ company of the same name. What a great surprise! My first organ lessons were taken on the instrument in my home church, by the very same company, and I've played many recitals on the company's larger instruments especially in Washington DC, Maryland and Pennsylvania. I had no idea he was from Bornholm. So, Jigidi keeps on making the world bigger, volo nolo. Thanks, Lelabugs!]]

there may even be tribesmen in the Kalahari and the Amazon who know more than you do

Well you know Americans, davyzip, to us an island's an island. We must be the most geopolitically ignorant people in the first, and probably the second world! There may be tribesmen in the Kalahari and the Amazon who know less than we do.......

I think Hanne's records are correct. After all, he was in the midst of Pommy Granates, therefore ipso facto he must have been in the Britainish Islands and not the Danish ones. QED.

Ah, curses, another good family story bites the dust. Thanks for checking, though, Hanne darling. I was on an airplane once and when my seatmate found out I worked for Colt, he launched into his family story, which was that his great-g-g-g-grandfather actually invented the Colt revolver back in the 1830s but that Col. Sam Colt stole the idea from him! It was impossible,couldn't have been true, but he believed it fervently.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, patsquire, but your great-grandpa can't have lived on the island. I've checked all books - they have been digitalized fortunately - around 1900 and there isn't anybody with that name anywhere to be found!! So - as I said - sorry, I don't know what he has been talking about!!

Dairy cows, a bull, horses, cats and a dog, but no bunnies, rabbits or wild hares!

Actually it was the dog, a wonderful farm collie who herded in the cows and horses all by herself every evening, who got me kicked in the face by Silver Dexter!

thank you so much, I will explain to her that you didn't explain the Bunny part to me. she was muttering something about rabbits in your family but I didn't understand

Utterly fascinating.....................YAWN!.................

Great-grampa Ingvar must have lived on Bornholm, Hanne, if he watched these P.O.M.G.R.A.N.A.T.E.s build the railway, and he said he did.

True story shinymonth, for you to pass on to the unholy snob. My uncle Herbert Squire, dairyman and trotting horse trainer (owner of the famous Silver Dexter, who once reared up and kicked me square in the face) acquired the nickname Bunny sometime early in his youth. It stuck. It stuck like glue. Everyone called him Bunny for the rest of his life. He could even cash checks people had made out to Bunny Squire because everyone in the bank called him Bunny.

Many, many years later my father John Bartholomew Squire passed away and Bunny and Dot, my aunt, came all the way from western New York's farm country to eastern Pennsylvania's farm country for the funeral. One night just we two sat on the marvelous, huge porch my father'd built on the back of the house, reminiscing.

Suddenly he blurted out, "You know, my name's not Herbert, either!" WHAT? "Nope, it's Alex, after your grandfather." ALEX? What . . how . . Alex? "When I was six my parents sent me to the schoolhouse. There were no records back then. So when the six-year-olds showed up that was the first the school knew who was coming. We all sat down in those rows of school chairs and the teacher started making up the roll. She asked the first kid in the first row to stand up and tell her his name. One by one every kid did that."

Then he paused and reflected. "I hated being called Alex, because Alex was my father. So I made up my mind I wasn't going to say my name was Alex. But that's all the farther I got, and it was my turn! So I stood up and said, 'My name's Herb Squire!' and she wrote down Herbert, and that's been my name ever since. Where I got Herb I have no idea. None at all. It just came out!

So Uncle Bunny, who everyone knew was really Herbert, was actually Alex! If he ever said where Bunny came from, it must have been some mundane family event, because I don't remember ever knowing. By the time the Income Tax was enacted and Social Security came along he was well established as Herbert, so that how the federal government knew him. But they were wrong!

churchlady has asked me to ask you why he was called Bunny, she is afraid you will laugh at her if she asks herself

Groan..............

Nonononono, his name was Bunny Squire and he was my uncle who owned a dairy farm outside of town. There was no Chubby Squire, Robster!

Did Ingvar Samuellsson live on Bornholm????

What happened to Chubby Squire?......

I remember the gathered family sitting with my great-grandfather Ingvar Samuellsson in his warm winter dining room, with his beautiful collection of annual blue Delft plates ringing the whole room on a high shelf running all the way around, the room flush with radiance from a glowing Franklin stove and the cherrywood walls holding the heat around us. The remnants of our Christmas feast were still before us, and I was sipping at the apple cider while he told stories of the old days back home. He remembered watching that Bornholm Railway being built, and his father inviting these very workers in the photograph to a feast just as replete, just as delicious, to share his hospitality with these strange foreigners.

But all the Samuellssons were shocked and disgusted when these Psycho Outer Mongolian Engineers, Gabardine Raiment All Natty, Ate The Elderberries, drank every drop of Tadpole Wine in the house and passed out all over the place, the besotted creeps! Never again were they invited to the Samuellsson residence, I can tell you!

Lelabugs, dearie, the OTHER one was the Nickel...

q.e.d. they had the sandwiches in one hand and the torches in the Other Hand, so you see, as above, vide inferna, erm, infra.

Little dinghy........teehee!

Honestly, Mr.Le-Squirt......sometimes I think you let your imagination run away with you!......

Mr.Le-Squirt........So you are trying to tell us that they swam all the way from Outer Mongolia to Sweden, through a tunnel?!........This is patently A LIE, for:-
1.) This tunnel would be pitch-black, and they couldn't have swum so far without carrying torches....
2.) IF they were carrying torches in one hand, how could they eat their sandwiches?........
3.) IF they were carrying torches in one hand, and holding sandwiches in the other hand, how could they swim?
4.) Because we must bear in mind the fact that one leg was tied to their giant erections.......
5.) And therefore, IF they were carrying torches in one hand, and holding sandwiches in the other hand, with one leg tied to their giant erections, then they would be swimming using only one leg.....
6.)......which would result in them continually banging their heads against the sides of the tunnel, and eventually knocking themselves unconscious.........
Having checked the historically historical (and sometimes hysterical) records of Bornholm, I have found ABSOLUTELY NO MENTION of a company of unconscious stonemasons (Swedish OR Outer Mongolian) having been washed ashore in that pleasant land...........

Chubby looks quite relaxed and right at home in the picture Lela, I believe he rowed his little dinghy (similar to a Viking ship......but smaller) from the western Atlantic and landed here with the stonemasons. He knew about stonemasonry by watching one in his home country Rebmuda. Unfortunately he was said to have caused some BIG TROUBLE at times, but as Hanne mentioned this was untrue!! Well maybe a LITTLE bit of TROUBLE........once in a while..........sometimes...........

when they used to visit our shores they came in a Dragon boat

Er, ahem.....ummmm..........have we all forgotten about the tunnel through the earth between Sweden and Outer Mongolia, which I clearly mentioned some 20 hours ago? WAKE UP! PAY ATTENTION! These flibbertigibbets in the photo came through the tunnel directly to Scandinavia, which as we all know is just one place and you can go anywhere there from anywhere else there, SO THAT'S HOW!!!

Well, it now seems that these could possibly, maybe be be the exiled Outer Mongolian Swedish Bugosis, who were banished from their land because of their massive erections..........(they had covered Outer Mongolia with giant effigies, resulting in a severe shortage of stone........the towering statues also made it very dark for the Outer Mongolians, who are by nature sun-worshippers).......And so they left, bound for a land where their erections would be better appreciated.......in this case, Sweden......

From Bonga-Bonga........????

I would imagine they swam..............

Mandy, it wasn't difficult to go by boat from Sweden to Bornholm, just a couple of hours, but how and when they came to Sweden, that's the question!!

A privilege to be party to such a rare photo - even if the history is a bit unclear... I wonder how the Swedish Bugosis travelled to Denmark... and how they came to be in Sweden initially??

la Rue d'Or has a certain cachet to it, might buy a house and settle down there one day, when I have have had enough fun

Of course, if the West is Truth, then the rest of the town must be a lie.......so maybe, possibly there are no consequences at all......(If so....where have they gone?!).........._..........

Yes, indeed, we are always utmostly serious here in Bonga x 2.

I figure that the part of town West of the Middle must be Truth, the Eastern part then must be full of Consequences. Since one cannot be in both places at once, the Main Street must be called Or. Perhaps it is gilded?

Hee-Hee, david-loadsa-numbers......'Truth or Consequences, NM 87901, USA'...........
mizta-thingy....I am glad you are amused, though I at least, was speaking very seriously (as always).....

People , I LOVE your sense of humor !!! its great !!! thank you all !!!

I found it on the map:
33.131801,-107.244415

Well....so many stories.......THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE.....SOMEWHERE!.........

Dear Stig Bugosissonsson!! In our old stories about that time the stranger is NEVER mentioned as a troublemaker!! I don't know what you grandfather had against him but indeed he never was here!! I think they weren't interested in the tadpole-wine, it's mentioned nowhere either, they had their schnaps and wine wasn't interesting. Too thin for grown up men - and women.

Wise words stig-son-of-loads-of-Bugosis........(You bear an uncanny resemblance to your grandfarter, who must be the hard-working man in the middle).........
Mr.Le-Squirt....."Oink"........(hee-hee!)......

Yes, Elfie-Hanne-with-pipe-thingy, you are right.......My granfarter toold me that the Danish peeple loved the Sweedish Bugosissons songs........my granfarter was introducing Tadpole Wine to Denmark.......
Surreal-lady-with-half-a-beard.......you are CRAAAZY!.......
And that fellow sitting down, the one with the fat face, he was a BIG TROUBLEMAKER!......

Well said, Heidi-of-the-Melty-Watches.

Watch yourself Stiggy. I don't oink! Whether you're a junior senior or a senior junior or both or neither or in between, and no matter how many essssessssesss are in your name, I can always try siccing Dogdaze on you! Let me endeavor to think of a way........

Oh this looks like a lot of fun but I have to rush out to dinner Lela, see you later, Jenny is WAITING!!!

But you are so totally wrong! The Swedes were VERY clever and skilled too, they did a wonderful job and all Bornholmians are for ever deep in debt to them and the stranger. No, he didn't start the fire they had left long before that!! But I can tell you that still, in many really good old Bornholmian homes they still talk very respectful about the whole team. They were invited home to many families and when they had had some schanpses they would start singing which they did VERY well too. Of course they sang their very funny Swedish drinking songs, and the Bornholmians learnt them very fast, but when the stranger started singing "Home, home, sweet, sweet home" and all the rest of them sang their parts - they exercised when they were working - no eyes were dry!! It was the most beautiful that could be heard!! They were extremely popular all of them and when they finally left the island almost all inhabitants were there to wave goodbye and threw flowers at them!!

What a picture.... One cheerful, intelligent looking worker and a bunch of homely gnomes standing around doing nothing! This is proof positive that the Bugosi clan are lazy and obviously take credit for the work of others! The fraud has been exposed!

(If the worker at bottom right started a fire in a Bugosi museum, he obviously has good taste as well.)

That would be really BIIIIIG TROUBLE, juneeeee!

Ah...that's it!......The one with the right bottom started the fire in the museum to destroy all evidence of these elegant, hard-working Bugossissssons being Swedish!........And we now appear to have a true descendant of one (or all) of them!....
WELCOME, STIG, SON OF SON OF BUGOSIS!.......

was it these two sticks that started the fire in the museum?

Mr.Squirt.......you are Fet gris.............

The Swedes are the "Aliens in a foreign land". It's the Danes that are indigenous...which simply means they got there first! (Although when one reads the story of Arn the Knight Templar it does seem difficult to tell one from the other.)

Skratta, skratta, you so funny Stiggy!

The man in the bottom right may have a right bottom, I wouldn't know, but your idea that he doubled as master stonemason AND chef-d'companie is brilliant rubyrock. And you encompassed the menu nicely, too! Although I don't know how kindly the Swedes will take to being called indigenous!!!

FARFAR!!...............

The one in the front with the chubby face in the bottom right (or is that the right bottom?) seems to have two sticks in his hand. Perhaps he intends to rub the two sticks together to start a fire...to keep warm...to cook dinner??? Or maybe he is the hunter/gather for the group...would there be deer, caribou in the vicinity...berries...butter and fish from the local indigenous people?

You are quite right, Hanne, there was ONE skilled stonemason in the bunch (bottom right) and he WASN'T A BUGOSI! Hahahahahahahahahahah!!!!!!!!!

This is indeed extremely interesting and I think the railway museum will become totally euphoric to have ALL what you can find about this very glorious period. Actually I have seen photos from that time and think it's able to recognize the different masons - the strange one too!! He was said not to be Swedish but because of his language he was take for some stonemaster from southern Europe. He is said to have been very skilled and a wonderful friend to the Swedes whom he helped in many ways!! I saw some pictures where the team was attacked by a violent snowstorm and this foreigner made his way to a farm in the distance to get horses and a sleigh so they could all have shelter in the farm while the weather was so bad!! Those photos - I wonder where they are now - they had a fire on the museum and lots of photos burnt so perhaps they are just blowing in the wind!!

Think of the globe. Now think of Sweden. Now think of the one point farthest from Sweden in any direction, in all directions, in fact the point where you'd come out if you dug a tunnel from Sweden straight through the earth: Outer Mongolia, and that's where these strange, bubble-headed, misshapen gnomes (except bottom right) of outlandish oddities, these bewildered Bugosis came from! Yep, esssses or no esssses (esssses can be affected, y'know) these are Mongolish, not Swedish.

reminds me of the terracotta army and they are a bit like a scary movie

They are Bugosis with lots of essssses............The Outer Mongolian Bugosis do not have lots of essssses in their name.......Also, as well, they are all standing - apart from the lazy loafer with the smile, who could even be from Rebmuda........I am sure Hanne-with-pipe will confirm this......

LOLLLLLLLL

Swedish stonemasons!? HA! Not a Swede among them! Well, maybe one (bottom right). These are a bunch of weirdly deformed encephalitic Outer Mongolians, that's who they are! Oh yes, Bugosis all (except bottom right) but Swedish? Not even Swedish-ish. (Except maybe bottom right.)