Anders Honningsvåg, living in Oslo, grandson of Julius Andreas Johansen Honningsvåg, stood up in the Family Reunion in Stad 2023, and held a historical speech about Julius and his family. An important story about one of the branches of our big Honningsvaag-family we have heard very little about.I would like to say a few words about my grandfather Julius Honningsvåg, Anders said, when starting to tell. One reason for this is that his branch of the family—the one Håkon and I belong to—has played a more anonymous role than those having kept closer contact with the Stad community. I will come back to why that is later. In any case, I suspect few of you have heard much about Julius, so I will try to remedy that.
He was born in December 1893 and entered into the church records as Julius Andreas Johansen. Back then, surnames were basically “your father’s name plus -sen,” so the Honningsvåg name was adopted later, after he left Stad, like many others did. He was the youngest of seven siblings. The oldest, Gina, was nine years older, so he probably didn’t get away with much. The family lived at Jogarden, where they farmed, fished, and occasionally ran a bit of trading on the side. He lost his mother when he was eleven, and the following year, his father Johan remarried to his second cousin Hanna from Eltvik. She later gave birth to William and Anfinn. Like most kids those days, Julius was put to work early. He helped on the farm and joined the fishing. Some of that fishing took them far from home, so the kids became skilled at rowing and sailing from a young age. Fish was on the menu most of the year, nevertheless they always rowed out to catch the traditional cod for Christmas Day dinner.
Julius did well in school. He liked numbers, and had a talent for mathematics and the sciences. His grandmother, Andriane encouraged him and decided this needed to be taken seriously. She persuaded Johan to send him off to gymnasium, which was quite rare for a boy from Stad at that time. He’s not listed at home in the 1910 census, so he was probably away studying, most likely Katedralskolen in Bergen or in Ålesund. After that, he wanted to go on to university to study political science and economics. He traveled to Kristiania (Oslo, today), but without financial means he depended on scholarships or grants, which were scarce and hard to come by. He once told me, as we passed the Continental Hotel, that he had worked there as a bellboy while trying to scrape together money for studies. At some point he realized this wasn’t going to work. Instead, he was admitted to the Military Academy, where board and lodging were provided. Cadets were those days also trained in etiquette, conversation in French and even dancing. There were formal cadet balls, and somewhere in all of this, he met Solveig, who had grown up in Kristiania.
They married after he graduated, and lived as newlyweds on Odderøya in Kristiansand. Julius served as an officer in the coastal artillery, at that time part of the army. He was later posted to Kvarven Fort outside Bergen, starting a little family there with their first born son. Years later the family moved to Hasselvika where Julius served at Agdenes fortifications, guarding the entrance to the Trondheim fjord. My father, Karl Fredrik spent his early childhood in Hasselvika, where they lived right next to the harbour. Julius enjoyed sailing, and when he was posted to Håøya Fort outside Tønsberg in 1933 he bought a sailing vessel together with fellow officers. These years were a happy period for the family, and my father remembered them fondly. They were still living there when the war broke out. Håøya Fort was not directly involved in the fights when the germans invaded and the Blücher was sunk, but the war caught up with them nonetheless. Norwegian officers were rounded up and sent to Germany as prisoners of war, and Julius ended up in several camps, spending most of his time in Poland, in Oflag XXI-C in Ostrzeszów, or Schildberg as the Germans called it. Back home, Solveig and my father rented a place on Nøtterøy, and like everyone else, they had no idea what the future had in store.
After the liberation, Julius left the military, moved into civilian life and became finance director at Tønsberg Jernindustri. Given his affinity for numbers that job suited him well, and he stayed there until retirement. They settled at Teie on Nøtterøy. He later bought a small, simple cabin hidden in the forest a short drive from home and they went there almost daily during summer months. For us grandchildren, it felt like a peaceful little hideaway, and occasionally we were lucky enough to stay overnight. Julius wasn’t brought up around cars. There are old pictures of him riding a motorcycle, but behind the wheel of a car his skills left much to be desired. He actually got his driver’s license in the mail. My grandmother Solveig would sit in the passenger seat and keep an eye on the right-hand side of the road. After she passed away in 1973, his visits to the repair shop became even more frequent. And though every visit must have been an embarrassment, he remained a happy camper behind the wheel almost to the end, always very proud of his car. And always generous in lending the car to me once I was old enough. He rarely spoke about his years in captivity. In fact, he did not speak much at all. My grandmother Solveig usually took care of the talking. Julius himself was modest and content with playing second violin, very down-to earth and helpful by nature. When grandchildren struggled with math homework, he was the one to ask.
His grandmother, Andriane, must have been an extraordinary woman. Early on she took a particular interest in Julius, being an important figure in his life. She was widowed at a relatively young age. Her husband Gullik had a reputation as the best pilot on Stad, but lost his life in a storm. Gullik's father had suffered the same fate twenty years earlier. Later, Andriane found love again with Josef Fluevåg, who was considerably younger. They lived together at Jogarden for forty years before eventually marrying. According to the 1910 census, they were officially registered as living in separate buildings, just to keep it respectable I suppose. Only at the age of 86 did Andriane remarry. She probably wished to meet her maker with all paperwork in order. Julius also had a good relationship with his stepmother Hanna from Eltvika. He visited Stad regularly in the 1920s with his young wife and first son. A photograph from that time is picturing Julius, Solveig, and Karl Fredrik together with his half-brother William, Hanna and others. Hanna, dressed in black had been widowed since Johan died in 1918. She was 24 years younger than him, and they only had about 13 or 14 years together. In the 1930s, these visits became less frequent. Most of his closest family were gone or in North America, and William was mostly on the road. But what affected them more was losing their first child in an accident at just one and a half years old.
When the next son was born, he was also given the name Karl Fredrik. It looks as if Julius and Solveig became more cautious and home-oriented after my father was born. Then came the war, travel restrictions and captivity, and as a child my father didn't get to develop ties to his relatives at Stad. We didn’t travel to Honningsvåg when I was young. Stad was a place we heard about and saw pictures from, but never visited. Instead, we had regular visits by relatives from Canada and the United States, my father’s cousins and our own second cousins, and especially during the summer at our cabin near Tønsberg. Lloyd is the one I remember best, he visited often. Our exotic guests would also spend time with Julius, and even though language was a hurdle, these visits were precious to him. Someone told me he once hinted having suffered a minor stroke that affected his English. The truth was simpler—he never spoke English at all. So communication involved a lot of gestures, pointing at photographs, and a bit of mumbling. He spoke good German and had been trained in French, but English wasn't his strong case. My parents always enjoyed these visits. And for Håkon, Eva, Tor and I, it was exciting to meet relatives from the other side of the world. I especially remember one visit around 1970, when Ricky came along at the age of twelve. He was very skeptical of Norwegian food, and preferred chicken above all else.
One day I invited him along to my school, where he more or less became an attraction. He joined our English class and my teacher humbly referred to him as the benchmark for the rest of us. Lloyd was exceptional when it came to keeping us updated by mail about how things were going “over there,” with letters and photographs. But of course, it is even more meaningful to be here at Stad and meet so many of you in person. Thank you. |
Anders Honningsvåg, bosatt i Oslo, barnebarn av Julius Andreas Johansen Honningsvåg, sto opp i familie-treffet på Stadlandet juli 2023, og holdt en historisk tale om Julius og familien hans. En viktig historie om en av grenene av vår store Honningsvåg-familie vi har hørt svært lite om.
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