I've thought of a couple things
about our little school that I don't think I've explained yet. When we went to
school, we kids all brought our lunch with us because there was no kind of
cafeteria. I've told you before that on our farm, we mostly lived off what we
grew or raised ourselves and it was that way with all the farms around. This
meant that it ended up that if your farm had a lot of something, you might eat
that every day. My Mother was always good at looking
These three pictures are in one of Mom's albums labeled skolresa so I'm assuming it's the trip Mom describes in the next paragraph. |
I don't think I've told about the
first time we had a skolresa, a
school field trip. Erik Johanson was the first one to introduce this idea to
our little school. He rented a bus and Farbror Gunnar i Vimantorp and Papa went
along. I think my class was the youngest that was allowed along. Henrik and
Sara and I were in on this field trip; I think Brita was already out of school
then. We went by bus to
Gränna and from there we went on a boat to Visingsö. On
Visingsö, we rode something called a remmelard.
That was a horse-drawn wagon with seats looking out to both sides, just made
for sight-seeing, so that everybody could see the surroundings. I remember we
went to an old church that wasn't used anymore, but it was still standing up.
We were told that we could climb up to the tower if we wanted to and of course,
I had to get up to the tower. We started climbing up inside the narrow, dark
stairway and there was a girl ahead of me who got about halfway up and then got
scared. She just shook and refused to go up or down. I finally had to back out
and let a grown-up go up and rescue her. This school trip was quite an
adventure for kids who hadn't been around much and most of the kids in the
school had never been anywhere! Possibly Morfar Thor is the man on the back here holding an umbrella? |
On another school trip, we went to
Motala. Districts had started to have recreational areas and they had fixed up
a beach there. It was called Varamobaden. They had something like a waterslide.
It was one high slide like you might have in a regular park but on this slide
there was like a little flat cart that you rode on. It slid down into the water
and then they had to pull it back up for the next person to go down on. Well, I
couldn't swim but I was determined to go down on that slide. Sara kept saying
that I shouldn't do it. There was a big kid named Lasse Larson who said he'd
ride with me if I wanted to. Henrik, my brother, heard this and he wanted to go
to, so three of us sat of the little cart and went down. Of course, when we
splashed in, I wouldn't have known what to do, but Lasse grabbed onto my arm
and helped me over to a place where the water wasn't so deep. Henrik couldn't
really swim much either but he was a big kid and didn't need much kicking to
get to a place where he could stand up.
(Note: I'm not sure about the word Mom uses when she is talking about the sight-seeing wagon they rode on. Help? :)
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