I was born 1960 in a valley in west-Iceland named Skorradalur. My farm is Fitjar in Framdalur, which refers to the inner part of the valley, which actually is an 900 year old Parish of 11 farms that belong to my Church at Fitjar. Now all the farms are abandoned, except Fitjar. After my husband died 1998 I moved back to Fitjar to connect to my heritage-roots and to get healing from them. I'am the last link in the line of people in Framdalur so what will happen when I die?

When I was born 60 years ago, there were people on all the 11 farms in Framdalur. I was brought up by my father and his brother. We had no electricity, so I grew up with oil-lamps, candles, no refrigerator, no washing machine and no TW until I was 10 years old. Framdalur became a big part of myself, so , when my husband died when I was 37 years old I decided to move back home to nurture myself and our kids from the heritage roots. I founded the website www.framdalur.is where I collect stories and photos from people who lived on the farms and I have also done my best in preserving old houses on some of the farms and to renovate a silver Chalice from 11th century in my Church at Fitjar. Now Framdalur is an official heritage site. By doing all this I feel that I have given something back to my roots and I hope that the heritage will live on - long after I am gone. Hopefully my descendants will carry the Chalice further to next generations. ( Hulda; email: framdalur@framdalur.is)

I do not know for sure how and why the 11th century Chalice with its origins probably in Normandy or Yorkshire came to my small Fitjar-church in Iceland in the beginning. But it is a part of my life and story and a part of my people's and Parish story and it tells me that my roots are not just in my dear place in Iceland but spread much wider and deeper into our common roots in North- Europe way back when Christianity was flouriching as the common ground for all being in Europe.