Sunday, August 16, 2009

Kristina and Eric - tragic fates

After my greatgreatgreatgrandfather Eric had stopped
drinking, he sold his farm and bought a new farm in a
slightly different area.

He, his wife Kristina and the two sons moved to the new
farm. The houses were not in a good shape, but there was
the forest for materials and a sawmill, so Eric set about to
build new houses, starting with the farm buildings.
But one day he was hit in his head by a piece of timber,
and died. "Krossad" it says in the church book. Crushed.

Once more Kristina found herself a widow, this time
with two young sons and a new farm that needed much work.
She employed workers and got the farm working while her
sons grew up.

When Kristina was old, she continued to live in the
first house she had moved into when she and Eric came
to the farm in her youth. That house had an open fireplace
that kept the house warm and where they cooked the food.

Her son and his family had built a bigger house next to
her house where they lived.

At that time there was a strong social and religious pressure
to attend church services on Sundays.
So one Sunday my greatgreatgrandfather and his family had
gone to church, but the very old and probably weak Kristina
was alone in her home.
We do not know how it happened, but a fire broke out
in her house and Kristina died in that fire.

Suddenly I had a vision of the family returning home from
church seeing smoke over the trees, and then coming to
the point where they could see the farm and understood
grandmother's house had burnt down.

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