Mormor and I have been traveling through central Sweden visiting our family over the last two weeks. Most of the family we met were my second and third cousins, who we are remarkably close to. It was an amazing trip, and we had a blast. Mormor and I compliment each other quite well: we are forgetful and clumsy, we eat the same food, we like the same things, and we always have a lot to talk about. The next couple of posts will highlight the fun stuff we did on the trip and what I learned.
For the first part of the trip we hanged with my great uncle Soren and my great aunt Birgitta. These two are a riot. We ate every meal together, and Mormor and I worked in the yard like hobos for our room and board.
It was sad leaving these two, as always, because they really are some of the most special people in the whole country.
The normal mid-morning fika pause (tea time).
Typical Soren in full form.
Soren and Birgitta live over the river Ljusnan, which is the same river my grandmother raised her family on, except her and her brother are about 70 miles apart.
Doing some spring yard work. In Sweden they rake the leaves and the yard in the Spring so that the lawn can absorb the nutrients of foliage over the winter.
Soren used to be a barber and a hairdresser. He set up this basement salon/shop so that he could cut hair for friends and townspeople.
These are pictures of my great great grandparents on my great grandmothers side.
These are my great great grandparents on my great grandfathers side.
This is a painting of my great grandfather Ole Olmedal.
Moster Birgitta and I.
Myself, Moster Birgitta, and Morbro Soren.
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