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"Gee," I thought to myself. "I've never been here before, but I've never before felt so much at home."
"Hejsan," I said. "Talar du engelska?" ("Hi, do you speak English?")"Well," I continued, "my grandmother left Tidaholm 90 years ago, in 1909, and I'm the first relative to ever return here to see where she came from..."See the full content of this document
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My Swedish Odyssey
Anna was my father's mother. Some 90 years later, I walked through the doors of that same station in search of my family's origins, back to a place I knew only through faded photographs and the vague memories of a child who understood little more Swedish than the phrase he once heard his grandmother utter: "Vi kommer från Tidaholm."
It was now 1999 and I had precious little information to go on in my quest to locate what might be left of the family I knew had once lived in this part of Sweden, known as Västergötland.Five years earlier -- on July 21, 1994 -- I had noticed an advertisement in The Providence Journal for an American Union of Swedish Singers Eastern Div...See the full content of this document
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