This is Thor Boberg and a granddaughter; I think this is AnnCathrine. The full photo comes at the end of this post :) |
In Linköpking they had opened a
bank called Jordbrukskassan. Loosely
translated, that's Agriculture Credit. Dad was very interested in this and he
had gone to several meetings promoting this. He wanted to start a branch in
Kisa. He rented a meeting room at Centralförenginen
where I worked at the time. This is a meeting room that was usually used for my
boss to meet with customers and such. But instead, every Friday, Dad was in
there with his bank and farmers came in to borrow money. They got loans for
less interest than what any other bank would do. The only thing was that Dad
was not really good with bookkeeping and so forth, so when my office closed at
5, I would go into Dad and help him with the bookkeeping and balancing his
books. This went on for quite a while. Dad was really successful with this, and
they were so proud of him at Jordbrukskassa
in Linköping that they wanted to make it a daily bank. Of course, then they
needed a new location, and Dad couldn't run it all, but he was determined that
I was going to go there and work in that bank, and I did not
want to. I had
decided that I really wanted to have a career working with children. Dad was
disappointed that I didn't want to go into the banking business, but he had
made up his mind long before that he was never going to make his kids do
something with their lives that they didn't want to. When he was young, he
hadn't gotten to choose, and so he didn't get to do what he wanted to do in
life.
Jordbrukskassan handed out
elephant-shaped piggy banks.
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The tagged spot here is Västervik. |
Well, I had found a nursing school
in Västervik. The Red Cross had a home for children whose parents, one or both,
had TB. It was about 7 kilometers outside of Västervik, along the water of
Gamlabyviken which is an inlet from the Baltic Sea. There was a pine forest up
near this home and it was supposedly really healthy air right there. I wanted
to go there and work. Then our pastor had told Dad that our church had scholarships
for kids who wanted to go to advanced kinds of schools and he thought I should
apply. Dad told me this so I applied and I got a scholarship.
So, I went off to this school.
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