"Then there was Storängen. That was
a farm a little further away. When I was a kid, there lived Farbror Svensson.
His wife had died. I don’t know if she died when one of the kids was born or
what happened to her. Living there, there was also a man named Johan. I don’t
know if he was a brother to Farbror Svensson or if he had been a brother to the
wife. Svenssons had two children Edvin and Gerda. Gerda cooked and cleaned for
all those guys. We didn’t know the Svenssons too well. They were so far away
from our farm. Us kids didn’t run that far. Edvin later married Lydia Andersson
i Mellangården.
Mom and Henrik, about 1926 |
One thing I remember about Farbror
Svensson – one time when I was little, maybe four or five, and it was dark, and
I didn’t dare go to the outhouse by myself so Henrik was sent to go with me.
The outhouse doors had a hook and hasp on the inside so you could lock the door
after you went in, but when Henrik opened the door, a gruff voice hollered, “I
am in here!” We got so scared that we ran back into the house. Dad was on his
way to figure out what was going on when in the back door came Farbror
Svensson. “Scrämde jag barnen?” he said. (“Did I scare the kids?”) He had been
on his way home, and he needed to go, so he went in our outhouse. I remember
being even more scared to go to the outhouse alone at night after that. And
Gerda later got a job as a housekeeper for Stinsen
in Kisa. I don’t know what the guy is called who clears the train when it comes
in? He meets it with his flag and waves it off again? Maybe the stationmaster?
Well, that was a fine title when the railroad was new to be the Stins. The job included an apartment up
above the station house and Gerda worked there.
Later, when I was in fifth or sixth
grade, the old man had died, Gerda had
This photo is in one of Mom's albums and she's labeled it "Skolresa," in other words, field trip. |
On the other side of the
schoolhouse, there was a house for the teachers. There were two teachers when I was in school.
There was Greta Stenmark. She had what
we called Småskolan, school for the
little ones. We went three years in Småskolan.
Some kids had so far to walk and they went every other day. There were no
school busses of course and not many cars. When a car went by the schoolhouse,
we all ran to see. They didn’t go very fast then, so we had time to run to the
window and look. They used to say when people came with horses and wagons that
some horses were so scared of cars that they’d jump into the ditch that’s next
to every road in Sweden. Well, anyway, in the other part of the house lived the
teacher for the older kids. When we were in school, there were four upper
grades. We went every day and we went Saturday too, six days a week. When my
dad went to school there, the teacher’s name was Lindvall. Then came another
teacher named Erik Johansson. Then Gunnar Brolin. We’ll talk more about school
later."
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