How I love research! It's something about finding those connections throughout time that fascinates me. When you make that discovery you didn't expect to - even if it's a tiny one. It's like laying a puzzle where you don't have all the pieces when you start and you never know how big that puzzle is... Continue Reading →
I noticed that I often refer to my grandparents' and their parents' different experiences with the dangerous robber bands that were an inevitable part of travelling in China back in the days. The stories of how my relatives met and escaped different robbers have been part of a narrative that's been following me throughout my... Continue Reading →
"We had two scout troops. One for the boys and one for the girls." My grandmother Edna always told her childhood stories in a very soft voice. Her life stories were my bedtime fairytales, and perhaps that is why I remember them so vividly. "When we had days off, we went on hikes down to... Continue Reading →
Staycation can be a way of discovering your own environment. In this post my grandparents staycation in the 1950's is a backdrop to my own staycation in 2020.
Her name was Li-Niang. She worked with Olga and Nils at the station in Dali/Tungchowfu in China. Li-Niang was a hard-working woman, who helped my great grandparents take care of their children. My grandmother Edna loved Li-Niang. It was Li-Niang who taught her Chinese, who made sure she got bathed and hid Edna when bandits... Continue Reading →
My grandparents were both born in China - only five days apart. They met for the first time when they were one year old and later became friends, fiancés and a couple for life. When my grandparents were 14 years old, they had to leave China due to the turmoil at the time. My grandmother... Continue Reading →
China missionary Olga turns up again - this time in an influencial old nurses' dictionary by Honnor Morten.
Do you get frustrated when the bus or train is late, or all the roads are clogged, and you have to sit in car queues waisting your valuable time? One of the reasons I use my bike whenever the weather allows, is that I don't like to wait to get going. I want to decide... Continue Reading →
Since I have been looking into my family history and reading letters from the past, I have become increasingly interested in the context my relatives lived in. They were born in the 19th century and passed into the 20th, with everything that happened and was invented at the time. Just as I find it hard... Continue Reading →
Photography is the art of preserving what we do not want to forget. Through photography we can see the world both as it is, and discover new interpretations of that same reality. Back in the days, when photos didn’t lie – when retouching and editing photos was non-existing – photography was something very special. People... Continue Reading →
Going through some photos from my ancestor's time in China, I find it fascinating to scrutinize the contents of those photos that - at a first glance - don't seem very interesting. Have you done that? Really looked at the details in a photograph and discovered something that reveals a new dimension? I had that... Continue Reading →
A story about family geneaology research, a wedding picture and how a braid was a determining factor in my familys' continutiy.
This man is part of my family. He stands proudly in his place on the window seal, together with photos of my husband and kids. He is by far the most prominent-looking of them all. He is all dressed up in his finest gear. But who is he? My grandmother told me that he was... Continue Reading →
Reading letters from my great grandmother I slowly unveil her history and piece together the puzzle that is our familys' legacy
Going for what you want out of life is not always easy, but it all comes down to taking those first steps and overcoming your fears. Olga, is an example of that.
How do you explain the meaning of life to kids who grow up while the world around them is burning? How do you answer their worried questions about their future, when people are are dying from meaningless violence by the minute, all over the world. I'm asking, because I know I'm not alone thinking about... Continue Reading →
A reflection on how getting to know your family history can make you feel more connected to your relatives and where you come from. I just received a book I ordered. It's a pretty old book - printed in 1921. I got a tip from a newly found relative that there was a story about... Continue Reading →
Are you one of those who can't get by if you don't get to go out running? What is it that makes you do it? I went out running the other day. No big deal for lots of people, perhaps, but for me it has been a process. Running used to be connected to mixed... Continue Reading →