Back in 1846, a traveler came to the Gudmestad farm, Krim Raude was his name. He had traveled far and wide, from lands not known to the simple folk of Gudmestad.
In those days, Old Salte was the patriarch of Gudmestad farm, and he welcomed Raude with open arms. Long nights and deep conversations ensued, Raude and Salte discussed many themes and topics. Although their lives had differed, old Salte and Raude formed a close friendship
The feasts at the local tavern were many, for it was good times when Raude visited. Roast of lamb, fermented trout, herring, potatoes, turnip stew and much more were served. For beverage they had wonderful, cold, fresh water. Late at night, Salte and the other old men would form a ring, figling, singing and dancing. They performed many traditional songs and melodies, while the women and children were free to help them self to Raudes almonds, a strange treat from a foreign land.
I Gimø så figla me te’ jaoen
I Gimø e figlå mi gådden
extract from traditional song
But all things must end and Raude had to continue his journey, and he left after many joyful days. On his last day he presented Salte of a painting depicting the Gimø lake and tavern Raude had gown so fond of.
I here present Raudes last words to his close friend, Salte.
Salte, my eternal friend, I must leave you now and travel far North and East, to those dictum borderlands. For I have heard tidings of deep sorrow and despair, the apocryphal logic has shown itself. But do not feel saddened , for I will always remember your songs and melodies with great joy.
Still to this day, the people of Gimø celebrate Raudefest every month. Thus, I sincerely believe that a part of Raude’s soul is still present at Gudmestad and Gimø, even though he left many years ago…
Written on the behalf of TMHS by Sølve Gudmestad, descendant of Salte Gudmestad