You might be wondering what in the world is happening up here! Well, let me tell you that nothing disturbing is going on in these heavenly places where I reside. But down on earth where you are living your short lives there was an earthquake in southern Sweden in December 2008, the first there in about fifty or a hundred years time, and in California there was snow stopping the air planes just about the same time. Just when my secretary was taking a leave to visit the kids of my sons and daughters to celebrate her 50th birthday! She was not to be stopped by force majeure, no way, and rather snow, than earthquakes! But she is busy, you know, always.
One of you readers actually got her going blogging again, for which I thank you.
Göran's son #1 Oscar with family (The Oscarson's)
Well, my secretary was to my great pleasure extremely well taken care of by my great grandkid Billie and her Pat living in the area of Sacramento. Billie's mum was Helen and her grandpa was my son Göran, calling himself John. My secretary has told me how remarkably patient her hosts were with her, her getting a flu coughing away endlessly. They even fed the homeless with the rest of a huge birthday cake. They allowed my secretary to look into private photo albums and above is a picture of my son Oscar in fur and his wife Lina. A proof of their worldly dignity I guess. One of the pleasures of life in those days was having a pinch of snuff. I was not aware of my son having such a habit, myself preferring a smoking pipe. But my dear descendant in Vacaville has taken good care not only of my secretary but of the earthly goods of my son Oscar. Ladies and Gentlemen, my secretary proudly presents his snuff box:
Until next time, be blessed.
With much concern your ancestor Göran Danielsson.
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