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Maine PBS TV Screening “The Coming Of The Swedes”

September 24, 2009

Maine PBS is once again screening “The Coming Of The Swedes,” a film made by Brenda Nasberg Jepson and her students at Caribou Tech Center. It goes out on Saturday, the 26th of September at 11am. It tells the story of how Maine’s Swedish Colony, where we live, was settled and how it has evolved to this day. Hope friends in Maine have the chance to tune in!

Volunteers needed

July 7, 2009

“On this Wednesday, and maybe Thursday and Friday, too (July 8, 9, 10) we’ll be doing some cleaning at the Clase House in New Sweden.  If you don’t mind getting dirty, stop by – we’ll be starting at 8.00am.  Things need to be done both outside and inside.  For outside jobs (bring your own tools), there’s pruning, trimming, hauling brush, picking up debris, etc.  For indoor jobs, there’s a lot of stuff (shredded paper, soggy ceiling tiles, wall coverings, etc. on the first floor; raccoon poop and paper on the second floor) that needs to be shoveled into trash bags and put into the trash truck (Scott Landeen will be renting us his truck and we need to fill it!  The truck will be there by 11.00am on Wednesday).  Please bring a shovel (I’ll supply some heavy trash bags) or other tools you might find useful.  If you’re going to be working inside on the first floor you’ll need a dust mask (I’ll bring a few) and clothing that you don’t mind getting filthy.  If you’re going to work upstairs you’ll want a respirator and protective clothing (need to supply your own).”

Message from New Sweden Historical Society President Deb

Strangers in the Box

July 3, 2009

Mary B. posted this piece at AncestorTracking.

Strangers in the Box

Thanks to Robert Ragan of the Treasure Maps newsletter for including this piece:

Strangers in the Box

Come, look with me inside this drawer,
In this box I’ve often seen,
At the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud, still, serene.

I wish I knew the people,
These strangers in the box,
Their names and all their memories
Are lost among my socks.

I wonder what their lives were like.
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I’ll never know their ways.

If only someone had taken time
To tell who, what, where, when,
These faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.

Could this become the fate
Of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories
Someday to be tossed away?

Make time to save your pictures,
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.

Copyright 1997 by Pamela A. Harazim. All Rights Reserved.
May be used in unchanged form for non-commercial
purposes if accompanied by this copyright message.

Swede Dreams Are Made of This

July 2, 2009

The Swede Life is written by a young midwife from Florida living in Sweden for almost a year with her two young children and husband. Very nice to read about what life is like for them and great pictures too.

A Swedish American in Sweden: A Different Life

July 2, 2009

I am having great luck in finding blogs about Sweden. Here is another of interest.  It tells of a young family living in Sweden. The father of the family was born in Sweden and raised in the US.

The blog is written by Nathan Hegedus, a Boston Globe correspondent, who wrote this article “When it’s light, Swedes swarm for the solstice on June 19, 2005.

Valkommen, Dalalope

June 30, 2009

Here’s an interesting look at Lindsborg, Kansas and all things Swedish. Dala horses, move over! (This link was posted on a fellow blogger’s site.)

Indian River

September 25, 2008

There is something about taking a picture with a window of an old building as part of the photograph. It gives me a way to look into the past, quite literally if I am on the outside looking inside the room. The door may be locked but I can still get in through the window.

Churches, in particular very old wooden churches, hold together an imagined group of people from the past. They are not dressed as church-goers of today dress. They are not the sinners of modern culture. The old spirits are sweet and sincere, unbending in their quest to do what is best for their families, and work themselves til death or old age stops them in their tracks.

Looking in the window and looking out the window are ways to connect the present to the past. Bits of light from the day slip into the past. A soft glow is a reminder to the living.

About

August 25, 2008

Here are some of the stories of people, places, and events that I’ve found intriguing. Please forgive any errors, oversites, or omissions from the way you may have heard the story told.


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