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Old-time tough: Reunion of post-WWII residents relives a rough and roguish era with lots of laughs and sorrow

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To an ordinary tourist it’s a rusting mine cart with an odd driver’s “seat” at the rear. But for Terje Nūbdal, 59, it marks the spot where a colleague was killed in an accident 34 years ago.

“The driver was standing and he fell out and was killed,” Nūbdal said while exploring his former workplace inside Mine 3 on Saturday with about 40 other former and current Longyearbyen residents participating in a weekend reunion. “He was on the switching track and thought it was going to go one way, but it went the other way.”

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A long-ago Longyearbyen resident takes a photo of a fire truck inside Mine 3 during a weekend reunion of old-timers. Photo by Mark Sabbatini / Icepeople.

Nūbdal and about five others were among the many subgroups exploring the mine and reliving memories, humorous and tragic, without the presence of guides who began offering tightly-controlled tours of the mine that ceased operations in 1996. The result was a multi-generational reliving of Svalbard’s work and societal history dating back to at least the end of World War II far beyond what any normal tourist will ever get to experience.

One anonymous “featured” spot, for example, is a short and drab dead-end tunnel leading to a door that keeps visitors from venturing into the depths of the mine. For Nūbdal and his group, a bit of icy rock just before the door is where one of the most painful of many fatal incidents occurred.

“He had only 50 meters to go,” said Turid Telebond, Nūbdal’s sister-in-law and a current Longyearbyen resident who works for the municipal government. “There was a fire and he went in to rescue someone he thought was in there.”

Fortunately, the person in question was no longer in the tunnel where the fire was, but his would-be rescuer died before he could make it back to safety. The small group remembering his death Saturday went beyond the obvious talk about his persona and courage, discussing things like the person assigned to investigate the case and how Store Norske handled the incident.

But Nūbdal – who worked in Mine 3, Mine 7 and at Svea from 1978 to 1998 – said Longyearbyen’s old days are full of fatal incidents deep inside the mountains.

“One man every year,” he said, noting they were killed by everything from equipment mishaps to falling stones to collapsing parts of the mine’s construction.

When asked he worked for 21 years at a job where he saw so many colleagues killed, Nūbdal simply replied “I liked it.”

And the stories of camaraderie, odd incidents and often roguish behavior meant there were far more laughs than painful memories inside the mine and during the reunion weekend.

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Anne Lise Sandvik, in foreground, relives tales as a young waitress in Longyearbyen during the 1970s on Saturday in the break room of Mine 3. Photo by Mark Sabbatini / Icepeople.

Anne Lise Sandvik, one of the reunion’s organizers, kept her fellow old-timers entertained in the break room of the mine by reliving stories from when the old mining men were rather uncouth toward the young women in town in words and mannerisms. Among the stories she shared later included a time when she was working as a waitress during the 1970s and got back at one of the men by giving him a nosebleed.

“It was one of the miners who suddenly put his hands under my skirt and I was carrying a tray,” she said. “I put down the tray and I used all of my force to slap him. Then I turned and saw blood was running.”

Sandvik said she helped organize the reunion, attended by about 50 people who overwintered at least once before the year 2000, because a lot of people on a “Gamle Svalbard” Facebook were interested on it.

“We have a a large group of 5,000 members, but luckily only 50 of them came,” she said, noting things might have gotten a bit crowded in Longyearbyen’s relatively few free rooms. “I know that very many more people who have liked to come, but we sent out the invitation very late.”

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Long-ago residents of Longyearbyen participating in a weekend reunion take pictures of historic mining equipment outside Mine 3 on Saturday afternoon. Photo by Mark Sabbatini / Icepeople.

The group met for their first dinner Friday night at Stormessa (now known as Coal Miner’s Cabin, but none of them called it that). Beyond a couple more group dinners Saturday and Sunday, and a screening at Kulturhuset just before the mine tour of the 2011 “Polar Eufori” music/video profile Longyearbyen, the reunion was informal.

Various folks clustered at pubs and cafes, and wandered around the city taking in the enormous changes that have occurred since they’ve been here. On the bus ride to the museum they took photos of clusters of reindeer below the Svalbard Global Seed Vault like any other tourists and laughed appreciatively as the bus driver gave his standard tourist shtick about things like the purpose of the decaying mining cable car along to the road to the coal pier.

There were, as might be expected, mixed feelings about Longyearbyen now compared to Longyearbyen many years ago.

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Arild Albrigtsen, who lived in Longyearbyen as a child from 1962 to 1967, reads the final workshift list and other material in the break room of Mine 3 during a tour Saturday by about 40 reunion participants. Photo by Mark Sabbatini / Icepeople.

“It’s like the rest of the world now,” said Arild Albrigtsen, 59, who lived in Longyearbyen as a child from 1962 to 1967. “It’s not special.”

Albrigtsen’s father worked for Store Norske for decades beginning around 1946, but the rest of the family moved to the mainland because Longyearbyen only offered seven years of public schooling in those days. As a result, Albrigtsen and his three brothers only saw their dad at Christmas and during summer holidays.

Those and other limitations had some admitting that, nostalgia aside, it’s a good thing Longyearbyen has moved into the modern era.

“You couldn’t just pick up the phone” to call the mainland, Telebond said. “You had to order it.”

That would be followed by a wait of several hours while arrangements and connections were made. On the other hand, it was possible and relatively easy to send telegrams.

“I don’t think anyone would want to go back, actually,” Telebond said. “You tend to keep the good memories.”

Telebond who also helped organize the reunion, said she knew about one-third of the people who came, but many other names were familiar.

“Some of them I’ve seen for 30 or 35 years, and some of them haven’t changed at all,” she said.

One thing there was little disagreement about was a sadness that Svalbard’s mining days are largely over, as the company that was once the lifeblood of the reunion participants is getting rid of most of its operations and dismissing all but a sskeletal staff.

“The coal is the most clean coal you can get,” Albrigtsen said. “The brown coal in Poland, they should stop that first.”

He said he’s encouraged to see an attempt to boost other industries as mining declines and believes “the society will grow further.” But he isn’t yet conceding Svalbard’s mining days may be nearing an end.

“Maybe the Russians or Chinese will step in,” he said.

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
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