Musevisa, a Norwegian carol by Alf Prøysen from the late 1940s.
Blog
Various ventures into Mr. Scott’s mind.
14 Years Ago
Thoughts about Thanksgiving the year before my current students were born.
Grand Canyon Sunrise
An image from a trip to the Grand Canyon in 2007.
Our Pup
No calm moments for a Border Collie — notice the hand…
The Last Beat of My Heart
A song that enchanted me when I was my first year of high school because it was so unlike everything else they'd ever created...
Krakow Past
I first went to Krakow in the summer of 1996 (June 22 to be precise, according to my journal), catching a train in Radom at five in the morning to arrive some time around eight. I’d just arrived in...
A Day at Table Rock
Sometimes, I look at the people that surround me, those who are the last people I see before I go to bed and the first people I see when I wake, and I think that I must be the luckiest bloke in the...
Soccer
As parents, we spend a lot of our time trying to teach our children manners. We say things like, "Don't take something without asking," and "Wait your turn," and "Don't push." Then we get them...
In the Fields, Eighteen Years Ago
Eighteen years ago, I'd just moved back to Poland. Having spent two years in Boston, I'd grown restless and missed my life in rural Poland -- the kids I taught, the friends I'd made, the beauty of...
Maternal Grandmother’s Side
They're all strangers, yet all related to me. I don't know a single name, a single face, except that I'm fairly sure that this image, found in my mother's belongings after she passed away, is of her...
The Stream
There is a stream that runs the village where my wife grew up. Our relationship began, one might say, by taking long walks to that stream where we would watch her dog play in the water.
A Field
In the fields around my in-laws' house. These were the fields my wife played in while growing up, the fields in which we walked as our relationship developed, the fields in which my children play...
Field
The two historically most basic crops of my wife's home village: grain for the horses, potatoes for the owners.
House
A home in Zab, the village in which my mother-in-law grew up. This is one of several traditional highlander homes, likely to be a century or more old, still inhabited.
Furmanowa and the Tatra Mountains
This is prime real estate: an area called Furmanowa in Zab, just at the base of the Tatra Mountains. It's worth an absolute fortune, but still the owner uses it to grow hay for his livestock.