I am busy keeping track of descendants crossing the Atlantic this Summer. Haven't had much time to tell you about old days, but will continue, don't worry.
This last week has been exciting, tracking one of my son August's great grandsons on his way in his little plane going from Canada over Greenland, Iceland, Scotland and finally Sweden to reach the closest airport to Hovdinge. That pilot must have inherited some genes of braveness from his great grandfather August who together with his wife Kristina brought his whole family to the USA and further on to Canada back in 1889.
This week the pilot is spending with his family on his great grandmother Kristina's side. But the welcome-committee at the local airport today included my secretary with her son, representing my son's side of the family. And the local paper was there as they write about things of importance.
On the photo below you can see the son of my secretary, a tractor and if you look closely, the plane with the pilot from Canada, by the white and red pole, soon to be landing. I told you it was a local airport!
All for today from a proud grandpa',
