I’m reading a book about 3 Swedish immigrants called Until We Reach Home
by Lynn Austin. It’s not the best book I’ve ever read (although, I hate to say that because I adore Lynn Austin’s Hidden Places
book!) but it’s intriguing to me because my family immigrated to the United States from Sweden.
My mom’s great-grandparents (paternal and maternal) came to America when they were young. So, my mom is 4th generation. I don’t know why, but that is just amazing to me! Mama says she remembers her grandparents speaking Swedish. But she was so little she didn’t realize it was another language–she just thought it was “grown up” talk!
The picture above is my mom’s grandparents in 1963. The children of immigrants. As I listen to this book about the Swedish immigrants and look at the faces of these 1st generation Americans, it makes me shiver at the bravery their families showed and the adventures they encountered. I wish I could read their story!
{I feel like some of my great-greats and other calculations might be off…I always get confused with those!}
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I’m pretty sure this is a picture of me at Disneyland.
I know I’m in California and I know that stroller isn’t typical of a normal family.
I also know that outfit is awesome.
As is my haircut.
Disney historians, do you recognize the stroller?
Am I really in the happiest place on earth?
My Wedding Shower. 1951.
I know this is kind of a weird picture. Its actual size is only about 2 inches square. But I’ve always liked it. It’s a picture of Grandma’s wedding shower–the centerpiece, I guess? It’s romantic that she kept the picture so long. And that she even took the picture to begin with.
The other thing that I like about this picture is that I have a glass serving platter that Grandma received as a gift at that shower. When I hold that platter and think of this picture, it makes me feel like I am really there experiencing a 21 year old Grandma at her wedding shower. It’s an indescribable link to her and to our past.
