Uncertainty - Sepia Saturday 768

 In his introduction to Sepia Saturday 768, Alan Burnett writes: 

"Just as a good novel guarantees that you are never sure where the plot is going to take you next, a good collection of old photographs means that you are likely to be taken to the most unexpected places and unexpected times. It is this pleasure, this uncertainty, that we celebrate here on Sepia Saturday."

So I'm grabbing the opportunity to share four photos that still involve quite a bit of uncertainty.

The original photo prints are no larger than 6x8 cm. I  scanned them to enlarge them on my computer screen, which does help a little bit, though. One thing they have in common is that they probably include some people from the parish where my great-grandmother Selma came from (Tvärred). Whether these people were related to her or "just friends" is something I've never been sure of, though. 

In the first photo all but one of the six people are familiar to me, though. The boy at the front is my dad. He was born 1931 and I suppose he must be around 10-12 here (?)  Behind him to the left are his parents (my grandparents) Gustaf and Sally; and to the right his uncle and aunt - Sally's sister Hildur with husband Olle. The one I'm not certain about is the man in the middle. From somewhere at the back of my memory I seem to recall that there were two brothers (?) named Anders and Evert, living at Tvärred, whom I even met a few times in my own early childhood. Who of them is who in old photos, I no longer know, though. And if I ever knew their surname, I've forgotten.

This photo is from earlier in my dad's early childhood. (Does he look 3 or 4 years old to you?) The old woman to the left is my great-grandmother Selma. (She died long before I was born, but I recognise her from many photos.) To the right of the boy who became my dad (Bertil) is my grandmother. The woman with curly hair behind him is her sister Hildur; and behind her, her husband Olle. I suppose the two men to the left must be be the afore-mentioned brothers. As for the third man and the other two women, I have no idea, though. 

 
Judging by their clothes, I'd say this photo must be from the same occasion.

And this photo must be even earlier. 1932 or possibly 33, but no later (my grandmother in the middle, holding a very young version of my dad). Again I'm not sure about where the photo was taken, but it strikes me that this one might be from the farm where my grandmother was born and grew up (and remained living until she got married in 1930). 

I know that besides the farm house (the "big" house), there was also a smaller cottage on the grounds there, which remained my great-grandmother Selma's property until she died. Although the farm was sold after 1930, and Selma too moved in with her daughters and their husbands in the new house that my grandfather built, I recall having been told that the small cottage was still hers, and she liked to spend the summers there. (It was not very far from the new house that my grandfather built.)

It was a common arrangement in old times that when an old farmer retired and let his oldest son take over the running of it, a small cottage + a small piece of land was set aside for the parents, and remained theirs for life. My great grandfather Samuel did let his oldest son (Carl) take over the running of the farm a few years before he died; but remained living on the property with his 2nd wife and three young children. Samuel died in 1907 (when my grandmother was 7, and her younger brother Nils 5).  Carl was a bachelor and never married and had no children himself; and my impression is that he and his step-mum Selma joined forces best they could to make the best of the situation. They probably even all lived together in the main house (or if anyone lived in the small cottage, it was probably Carl). Later on, periodically, Carl's younger brother Gustav (who emigrated to America in 1902, but later returned) also lived on the farm and helped out. 

Carl died in 1928. I've not seen the estate inventory, but I suspect that as he did not have any children of his own, the estate was then inherited by all seven of his siblings and half-siblings still living; and that this led to the farm (except the small cottage belonging to Selma) being sold in 1930/31 - after all three of Selma's children (Nils, Sally and Hildur) had got married and moved out during 1930. 

PS.  /2025-03-31/ A comment from La Nightingale below made me remember where I might find the answer to who's who of the two brothers in the photos above. Some years before my dad died, I sat down with him and went through an envelope of photos that had belonged to Hildur and Olle, my grandmother's sister and brother-in-law. I then put those photos in a special album, with some notes added. And among those is another photo including both brothers from Tvärred. Their surname was Andersson, and from my dad I got the impression they were "friends" rather than relations. The man in the middle in the top photo here is Anders; and second from the left in the 2nd photo is Evert.

(I may be adding a Swedish version of all this below later.)

Sisters Reunited - Sepia Saturday 766

Yesterday, opening another envelope of miscellaneous old photos taken by my grandfather, I found two of my grandmother Sally (in the middle above) with her sisters (+ brother-in-law) that I can't recall  having seen before. But they were obviously taken on the same occasion as the portraits below of my great-aunt Gerda proudly wearing a medal - previously posted on this blog in a post entitled Gerda's Medal, for Sepia Saturday 634, in August 2022.

That post was about my research to try and establish when and why Gerda was presented with that medal; and my conclusion was that it was probably after 30 years of service to the countess Estelle Bernadotte. Estelle was American (born Estelle Romaine Manville, 1904). She got married to the Swedish count Folke Bernadotte in December 1928; and  Gerda - by then 47 years old and an experienced lady's maid who had worked as such not only among nobility in Sweden, but had also lived in both America and France, and was well used to travelling - got  employed as lady's maid to Estelle from shortly before their wedding; and ended up staying with that family the rest of her life.

If Gerda got the medal after 30 years of service, that dates this photo to 1958. An alternative might be if she received it in connection with her 75th birthday, in 1956. (She was born in 1881, and lived to be nearly 92 years old.) Either way, it seems that shortly after Gerda was presented with this medal, not only did she visit my grandparents Sally and Gustaf, but they also managed a reunion with all four sisters still alive. 

The woman next to Gerda here must be her sister Ester, who was born 1876 (five years older than Gerda), and died in 1959. (So this may even be the last time they got together.) The one standing in the middle behind Ester is Hildur (born 1892) - older half-sister to Sally on their mother's side, and step-sister to Gerda and Ester. The man to the left is Hildur's husband Olle. (They lived only a few minutes walk away from my grandparents.) And to the right, my grandmother Sally (born 1900). 

Below to the right is a double portrait of Ester and Gerda together from their youth (some time before Gerda emigrated to America in 1902); and to the left, one of Ester on her own (obviously some years later, but I don't know the year). 

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I ett kuvert med foton märkt "efter 1930" fann jag två foton som jag inte kan påminna mig att jag sett förut, men som uppenbarligen måste vara från samma tillfälle som andra foton av min farmor Sallys halvsyster Gerda Ekman med samma medalj, sittande i mina farföräldrars vardagsrum. Jag har tidigare spekulerat kring dessa och årtalet för och anledningen till medaljen, i ett inlägg från augusti 2022, Gerda's Medal. (Text där på både engelska och svenska.) 

De nytillkomna fotona ovan visar att även Gerdas och Sallys äldre syster Ester Ekman, (1876-1959), var med vid den här syskon-träffen. Detta bekräftar väl också min teori att Gerda troligen fick medaljen antingen år 1958 efter 30 år i tjänst hos familjen Bernadotte; eller möjligen i samband med sin 75-årsdag två år tidigare.

Med på gruppfotona här är också min farmor Sallys halvsyster Hildur (1892-1964) och hennes man Olle Hellsten, som bodde bara ett par minuters gångväg ifrån mina farföräldrar. (Hildur var dotter till Sallys mor Selma från hennes första äktenskap; medan Gerda och Ester var döttrar till Sallys far Samuel Emanuelsson från hans första äktenskap.)

Sally and her House - Sepia Saturday 765

Last week I posted three photos of my grandmother Sally celebrating her 50th, 60th and 70th birthday. Below are some photos of her in more of an "everyday" context, and I think all from the 1960s. 

This photo is of my grandparents Sally and Gustaf sitting in their garden - the photo probably taken by my dad. Gustaf, born 1904, died in 1969 of Parkinsons' disease, which he had by then suffered from for a number of years. My guess is that this photo is from the early/mid 1960s. There is a very similar photo in an album, obviously taken at the same time - but there is no note of the year there either.

Here we have Sally sitting at her kitchen table, drinking coffee. Probably early/mid 1960s, and I'm guessing it was Gustaf who took the photo. It's typical of how I remember the kitchen from my childhood. The sofa was painted red. To the left of where Sally is sitting is a tiny sink. Dishes  were always washed and dried directly after a meal, as there was no place for a dish rack. (And no other "work surfaces" either - the kitchen table was also used for preparing meals and baking etc.) 

 

On a sunny day in the summer, they loved to have coffee outdoors in the garden. From my early childhood I remember the garden table being placed in an arbour of lilac bushes, but I don't think I have any photo of that. The house back then was painted dark brown. In the early 1970s, after the death of my grandfather, my dad had the facade clad with some maintenance-free yellow material, though (but still looking much like wood). 

In this photo I think Sally looks much like in the one from her 70th birthday, and I'm guessing this was taken after Gustaf died. Here too, she is sitting next to the kitchen sink. 

On the wall behind her, in both kitchen photos, you can see a small mirror. Before my dad had some updates made to the house in the 1970s, the only WC (+ a bath tub, but no sink for just washing your hands) was down in the cellar. (They also had an outhouse, which was still used in the summers.) There was also a small sink in one of the two bedrooms upstairs - which back in the 1930s had been another kitchen. The house, built in 1930, originally had two flats, each consisting of one room + one kitchen. The first few years, Sally and Gustaf - and my dad, born 1931 - lived downstairs; and Sally's sister Hildur + her husband Olle + Sally's and Hildur's mother Selma lived upstairs. Later, Hildur and Olle built their own house nearby, and their room became Sally's and Gustaf's bedroom. And after Selma died, the upstairs kitchen became my dad's bedroom. Anyway... Still in my childhood, the kitchen sink and mirror were also used for washing your hands and face, shaving, fixing your hair, or whatever.

After the death of my grandfather, my dad had a WC + sink installed in the wardrobe of the living room downstairs for my grandmother (who then also preferred to sleep in the kitchen); and another WC in a wardrobe upstairs, between the two rooms there which we used when visiting her. 

The last years of her life, Sally moved to an old people's home in the village, but sometimes visited the house with us when we were there. We kept the house as a holiday house; and in the early 1990s, my parents added a substantial extension - including new kitchen and proper bathroom and large new living room downstairs + upstairs a large home office for my dad - and moved there for their own retirement years. Below is a collage showing what the house looked like when my brother and I finally sold it in 2014. The old kitchen was to the left of the new entrance seen in the top photo. (The two very small windows belonged to the original pantry.)

PS. Considering this weeks photo prompt for Sepia Saturday, maybe I should add a comment that Sally kept her hair naturally dark, and also long, well into her 70s. Only in her last few years did it turn grey, and then, while living in the old people's home, she also had it cut short and permed!

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Milestone Birthdays - Sepia Saturday 764

I've been taking a break from family history and old photos for a few months, but I still have a number of envelopes of old photos that never reached the albums to go through. My father obviously started a sorting process many years ago, so some envelopes are marked with a name, or other themes. But very few of the  photos have any notes on the back to identify individual people or places or year. (That goes for most of the old photo albums as well, though!) 

 As Sepia Saturday just now does not really have any special themes for each week, I'm thinking I might just randomly dive in now and then, though, and pick whatever I happen to find interesting...

My grandmother Sally was born 3 February 1900, so that date, a month ago, was the 125th anniversary of her birth. I can't say I "celebrated" it, but I did remember, and think of her. 

Today, opening a photo envelope with her name on it, I found (among others) these three below, which clearly must represent three of her "major" birthdays.

This is from her 50th (1950). There is a very similar photo in her photo album, with a note to confirm that; and the photo is unmistakably from my grandparents' living room. (I myself wasn't born until 5½ years later, but I recognise the corner cabinet!) 

With that established, it was also easy to deduct that the following two photos must be from 1960 and 1970 respectively. (She died at 79, so did not live to celebrate her 80th.)

My grandfather Gustaf died in 1969, so the photo from 1970 was presumably taken by my father. You may notice the Christmas tree to the right... That does not necessarily mean that her birthday was celebrated in advance, as I remember that she did actually often (if possible) keep the Christmas tree over her birthday. Checking a calendar online, I see that 3 February 1970 was a Tuesday, though - so I suppose the celebration may have taken place on the weekend before. 

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"Look at the Birdie, please!" (or not...) - Sepia Saturday 750

 

To celebrate Sepia Saturday #750, Alan chose the collage above, with the prompt:

"Our theme this month on Sepia Saturday is "New Arrivals" and right in the middle of the month we have the 750th week of the internet meme that celebrates the very opposite of all things new and allows us to share our love of old photos. It is, however, possible to combine the two, to link new and old. Most collectors of old photographs know the thrill of the arrival of a new batch of old photographs. You can celebrate that, this week, or new discoveries, or new interpretations or - being Sepia Saturday which has battled against rules for 750 weeks now - anything you want as long as it is somehow linked to old photographs. ---"

Well, I have no "new" photos, but do I still have a box full of old ones that never made it to the family albums... Most of them were at some point sorted into different categories by my dad, and put in envelopes; but for some reason, I have to confess that so far I never really felt "thrilled" by the thought of sorting through them again myself. Most of them seem to just be copies of others that I've already seen elsewhere - or similar, but not very good... 

But perhaps it's time to take closer look at some? Today I decided to check out an envelope marked "Before 1930", where I found (among others) these four group photos below - from Christmas celebrations at the end of the 1920s.

(Unedited photos straight from the scanner)

A touch of digital editing helps a little - but not really enough... ;-)

This I'm pretty sure is from Storegården, i.e. the farm where my grandmother Sally, born 1900, grew up and lived until she got married to my grandfather Gustaf T in 1930. The elderly woman in the middle is her mother Selma. To the left of her, her oldest daughter, Hildur (from her first marriage), and her son Nils (two years younger than my grandmother). To the right of Selma, my grandfather Gustaf. If this is 1929, he was by then engaged to my grandmother - but he had been a friend of the family long before that. I don't recognise the man on the far right. Behind them, standing, are my grandmother's older half-brother Gustav (the "postcard collector", for readers remembering the postcard correspondence between him and his sister Gerda that inspired this blog in the first place) - and Sally. I suspect that one reason this photo never made it to the albums is that at least three of them look half asleep here!

Same room, but probably a different year (different curtains!). Gustav, Olle (Hildur's fiancé), Sally, Gustaf T, Hildur and Selma. Aside from everyone looking in different directions, I don't think Hildur would have appreciated that photo of herself!

Same room again. Selma, Olle, Hildur and Sally sitting; Nils, unknown woman (perhaps Nils' fiancée Carin? but I can't say I really recognise her in this photo) and Gustaf E. (Something spooky going on with theChristmas tree here...)

Different room, and the only people I recognise are Hildur to the left, Sally with an unknown girl on her lap, and my grandfather Gustaf on the right. No idea who the others are. Again, a photo where they're all looking in different directions!