Another leaf for the Goranson tree

Dear ones,

If you find the heading a little too poetical to be mine you are right. It is stolen from a verbal descendant and he is contributing much more than you can ever imagine here on my blog. He is the encouraging type and we suspect up here that my secretary is the need of confirmation-type so they work well together ;-) We are above all such needs up here, we are all perfect you know.

Today is a happy day. Well, it has been for quite a few days now. One reason is that one of you my dear great grand kids has found a suitable wife and asked her to marry. It happened on a top of a hill so I had quite a close look at the loved ones. God job!

And then there is the reason in the heading. Another leaf, another georgous little baby with genes from me (well, mum and dad, I know you have been involved - I send my warm congratulations and I thank you for permitting me to show the rest of the folks the picture of your little wonderful man Brody!)

If you get confused with all the people involved in my family, do take a look at Kindo, the free family tree maker where my secretary has tried to sort it all out for you. You can see the relations between those I have told you about with their photos. Up to the year of 1903 there are 44 people including myself and my parents. When I continue the story you will be able to follow the new names in the Kindo tree. To be see it please admit your e-mail adress to goran.danielsson@ljungby.nu simply writing YES, invite me. If you are still on earth I will ask you before entering your name, so if you would like to take part and know it already, add a PS saying so.

All for today I guess,

with love Göran.

Summer time, visiting time!

Dear readers,

I am busy! I want to make sure all is well with my dear grandkids, crossing the ocean, so I do some job on the side as a guardian angel. I want to make sure they arrive safely at Hovdinge.

At this moment Oscar's oldest son Göran, renamed John, is pleased to know that his granddaughter Billie is treading the soil of her ancestors. My secretary even made her tread on some mud to look at a tree house which a future building contractor is working at together with a companion. Look at them!

Billie and her husband Pat are in Hovdinge together with a couple of friends. They went into the church of Ljungby to take a photo of the baptismal font which is from 14th century and should have been in use when her grandfather Göran/John Oscarsson was baptized there in 1872, as well as his father Oscar in 1846.



Then they went to a cottage once belonging to a soldier born around the same time as Oscar. It helped to make them understand what our home looked like in those days when I was still around before 1870.

With love to you all,
Göran Danielsson.

The very place?

Hi,

An old apple tree and a pond. This might be the place my dear kids and grandkids. The place where I lived my last days on earth and the place where my two sons and three daughters Oscar, August, Emma, Anna and Maria grew up. There were several houses of the north farm of Hovdinge at my days, ending back in 1870. One of them was situated where this pond is according to the father of the present owner. Today in 2008 there are two houses called Hovdinge North Farm and nearby the pond is one of them. The other one looked like this in 1984:

Photograph above taken by one of my dear grandkids Cypress. I have not yet managed to get it all clear through the pipelines to my secretary, which spot it was. You just have to rely on her guesses, supported by intelligent, logical mapreaders gratefully having come to my help. The present owner knows that there was an old house in the front garden in the right hand corner of this picture. That house was torn down and the wood was reused when the new house was erected at the present place in 1894. The wood was said to last up to the lower edge of the window sills.

Up to the year of 1903 when my son Oscar went all the way back to Hovdinge to visit his old mother she had become the grandmother of 37 and the great grandmother of more than my secretary can count! The youngest little one was called Hulda. She was born just in that year of grace 1903 and her daughter Lu is eagerly waiting in her beutiful home in Florida, to read about the rest of that family. But patience please, next in line, up to the same year of 1903 is August, and then Emma, Anna and Maria. Birthright you know!

But before leaving the beautiful lot descending from Oscar, let me show you his daughter Amanda's grandkids again. At the place where Oscar raised his family, in Näs, just outside the town of Ljungby, the siblings Ian, Valerie and Boyd, together covering the whole of Canada!

Summer holiday anybody? I did not have much of that stuff down there being a farmer, but we are richly compensated now up here. What ever you do, remember enjoying your days and do what you like. Until next time, may God bless you too,

Göran.

What a reunion 2008

Hi down there,

Up here in my heavenly places we rejoice today! These happenings which I am going to tell you about do happen now and then but we never get used to it. We get all warm inside everytime it happens, as last year, when Helen brought her family to Hovdinge, and today, when we rejoice about our son Oscar's granddaughter Amy's three kids Ian, Valerie and Boyd.

Those examplary have crossed the ocean to get back to where it all started, in Hovdinge in Sweden. They have even brought some of their own kids to teach them to value the memories of us striving to feed our families in the stony soil of that place. That's the way we like it up here you see, to be valued and remembered. Who does not dream of that?! My only concern just now is about my secretary. She has been most excited all day. Now, having been praised for cooking and blogging, I am a bit worried about her soul soaring too high up from where she belongs. Well, they all look like they are having a party, don't they?

Tomorrow I'll see too it that they go to all cemetaries available in the area, churches in use when Oscar's kids where baptized and places of interest, like where my farm was situated. Some of them will still have that happy smile on their faces when we've finished with that tour. Those are called genealogists, hopelessly incurable, but needed for the good of mankind...

With a happy smile on my face, I remain your great grandfather Göran Danielsson, dead in 1870, still in business.

Wagtail chatter

Dear readers,
Today my great grand son, the farmer, was surprised hearing the wagtails chatter intensively when he was getting near to his wagon which he was trying to prepare for harvesting the grass. So when lifting the lid of the wagon, this is what he found:

Six little one, getting all upset, while their mum and dad got crazy chattering up in the sky. Suddenly one of the them lifted, flying away, to be followed by them all. I wondered if it was their first attempt, they managed perfectly well to use their wings, better than I did up here. They all made a fantastic show for the farmer and his wife and kids, having to do this to them, in order to save their lives. Their parents seemed to keep track of them all and we just have to hope they were grown enough to manage a life outside their secure nest.

The wagtails come back to the place of their birth and it is almost always on the very exact date they arrive in Hovdinge. Amazing! My boss up here know how it works: The wagtail use the same nest their whole life. So hopefully these ones will find their nest which was placed nearby on an old wagon not needed any more. The nest is hidden on strange places, preferably under the engine on a car which is not in use - well, this vehicle was in use! The young birds stay in the nest 11-16 days. Hopefully this was day #16!

I was amused up here! My secretary tells me that this is not the proper way to handle a genealogy blog, just getting excited over a little nest, but I tell her she should learn from the birds, they don't sow, they don't harvest, but are well taken care of. There will be time for the Oscarson's and the Goranson's and the Johansson's and the Johnson's and other dear descendants!

Yours, Göran.

Ps. I'll give you a close up too!

Writing to heaven - what a chance!

Dear readers,


Believe it or not, someone special has dared to use the address here to the left to write a message to me up in heaven! Just imagine what openings that behaviour will be the first example of. Writing to heaven, what a possibility! I am sorry to say we have less possibilities to reply in person, but comments will be given to any future correspondence through the telepathy with my secretary. And, I must tell you that my fellows here in these heavenly places are a bit envious even though that quality is not appreciated up here, getting that mail with beautiful words. Thank you!


Göran's son #1 Oscar with family (The Oscarson's)


Two more girls to tell you about from Oscar's troop. Children number six and seven, finale. When their dad Oscar left for Sweden in 1903, to go back to see his mother for a very last time, 14 years after leaving, his little girls were grown up ladies. They were born in Hovdinge in Sweden in 1883 and 1886 as I have told you earlier, so they were 20 and 17 in 1903.


The young lady on the photo is Ester Susanna Göransdotter, called Ester Goranson in USA, leaving Sweden when she was six years old. On the picture to the left you can see her on a photo taken around 1900 when she was 17. She was later to become a hat modiste - she has got a flair of good style already I think.


Below the signature of her little sister Ruth Henrietta Göransdotter, called Ruth Goranson, being only three years old leaving Sweden.




In June 1904 my son Oscar returned to his family in White Rock, South Dakota, USA bringing a lot of young people with him to their new homeland. It was among others my daughter Emma's son David, 16 years old and my daughter Anna's oldest daughter Karin, called Carrie, 20 years old.

Oscar never again saw his mother in life as my beloved Katrina passed away 19th May 1905. She was then living in Bolmstad belonging to the parish of Angelstad. My secretary has tried to find a marker on the cemetary but there is none. Katrina was 80 years old when she left for heaven. My successor, her second husband, the shoemaker Carl Isac, probably lived a few more years; we are not too close up here so I have not bothered to check it up actually.

Enjoy your life, follow an experienced man's advice!
With love, Göran Danielsson.

Oscar's little Lizzie

Dear readers,

Beautiful weather in Hovdinge today! And the spring has been marvellous for a month so my secretary and her neighbours are all sun tanned and in good moods. Hope that was part of the happy days in Sweden for my kids and grandkids too, before leaving for another good life across the oceans. The girl we will concentrate on today was only eight years old when emigrating. But something had happened which made her life more difficult than we all hoped for.

Göran's son #1 Oscar with family (The Oscarson's)

We are talking about Elizabeth, called Lizzie, but given the name Maria Elisabet Göransdotter when she was born, 14th April 1881 and baptized in the church of Ljungby, 24th April 1881. She was number five of the siblings of Oscar and Lina, my son and daughter-in-law.

When she was about four years old which would have been in 1885, she fell and injured her hip. This led to a lifelong suffering I am afraid.

We are now talking only about the time up to 1903 as the year of grace when my son Oscar came back from America to see his mother again. Therefore you will have to wait for the rest of the story of Lizzie, but I am sorry to say that she did not live a long life. You can read what happened on an icy spot a winter day here in her obituary. But I promise you all I have made the best to compensate her here in my heavenly place,


remaining your old grandfather

Göran Danielsson.