Friday, June 20-Saturday, June 21
Until I took an Ancestry DNA test, I considered myself mostly Swedish. If I'd, you know, looked at my genealogy, I would have seen that that wasn't the case, but I think it was because of my grandpa (Harvey Dahl) and my Great-Grandma Jaynes (aka Grandma with the Brown Eyes), Ellen Arvella Nelson Jaynes. He was 3/4 Swedish and served his mission there. She was half Swedish and her dad, Eric, was born there. They valued their Swedish ancestry and told me about it, so it was also important to me.
(I'm about half English/Scottish so maybe my love of London is genetic. And now Adam and I want to plan a trip to England, Scotland and Ireland.)
The impetus for our entire trip was that when I was looking at where my Swedish family was from, they were all from the southern part of Sweden! Really close to each other! And then Adam's grandma was from nearby Denmark. What if we went there? What if?
(Tell Adam if you have a dream like that. He's a granter of wishes, that one.)
I decided to limit our sojourn to the churches where people who emigrated to Utah were christened. I thought it was a doable goal. I was hoping to see where some people were buried as well, but if families stop paying for graves in Denmark and Sweden, they take away the headstone and reuse the grave. You read that right. Just pack it down and add another body.
Adam said cemeteries would be like a clown car at the resurrection, person after person climbing out of the same grave.
Some headstones were lined up against rock walls in Sweden. I don't know if people can come and retrieve them or what. I read that in Denmark, they grind up headstones and use them to pave roads.
To prepare for our trip, I studied Family Search like it was my job. I read sources and records and memories and pinned down the churches where our people were christened. (If I knew Danish and Swedish that would have been a whole lot easier!)
Maybe because of the research I had done, going to the churches was very meaningful to me. I loved it! It is still very rural, which was great because it helped me imagine what it was maybe like when they lived there. It was mostly rolling hills of verdant farmland. Field after field of barley and rye and wheat waving in the breeze. I don't know if it was all farmland or more forest back then, but it was beautiful. I loved hearing the birds, and using my Merlin app, I could identify them (yes, I am this nerdy). The European jack daw was a presence. I imagined my ancestors hearing the ancestors of the same birds. and seeing the same blue skies. I imagined them smelling the same June scented air.
These wild roses are my favorite flowers that grow in Starr Valley--and now I know they grow in Sweden as well.
It was just the most lovely, photogenic place. I kept asking Adam why we didn't live there.
I was struck by how well kept the churches in both Sweden and Denmark were and by how close together they are. You could see another one across the fields.
Trolle Ljungby
My great great grandfather, Eric Nelson was born there.
Eric died when my great grandma was only 3 years old, so she didn't tell me many memories about him as her father. I know he meant a lot to her though.
He wasn't christened at Trolle Ljunby, I think because his parents had already joined the Church at the time (they emigrated to Utah when he was two years old). His parents, Matts and Elna, were both christened at this church and so were their parents.
I can't explain the I'm from here feeling I got over and over.
The next day we saw the rest of the Swedish churches on the list.
BlentarpSoren Yorgason (Americanized spelling) was christened in Blentarp. He is my Grandpa (Harvey) Dahl's great grandpa.
I read on Family Search that he was 6'4" tall.
He would have had to duck to go into this church.
What is astounding to me is that at the time of his christening, this church would have been 500 years old! (America is a baby.)
According to what I read, Soren studied the church for three years before joining. When he was in, he was all in and that decision blessed my life.
Villie
Soren and his wife Karna were married in Villie and she was also christened there. (Karna's grave is the one we found in Moroni the week before our trip.)
The church was locked, but I held my camera up to the window for a picture inside.
Karna joined the church very quickly upon hearing about it and cried when she first heard the song O My Father, because she recognized truth. She looks like a woman not to be trifled with.
I love that I have ancestors who immediately took the plunge and also ancestors who didn't enter into anything lightly. The world needs both kinds of people.
Lyngby
Soren and Karna's daughter Ellen, (my great-great grandmother) was christened in Lyngby. She is a favorite amongst my sisters and me and we always pose for a picture by her and her husband Alexander Dahl's grave on Memorial Day. She was a generously proportioned woman and whether we like it or not, when you do the Compare a Face app on Family Search, we all look like her.
I have this picture of Ellen and Alexander hanging in our stairwell and I love it. There's something about Alexander that reminds me of my dad. (Alexander is from Norway so we didn't get to see where he's from.)
I chose my soda in her honor.
Here's the church where Ellen and her siblings were christened in Lyngby.
Skabersjo
(These are out of the order that we visited them, but this order works with the narrative better.)
My grandma's (Thelma Louise Wood Jaynes) great grandmother, Anna Pearson Oleson, was born and christened in Skabersjo. While we were on our trip, Emma went to the Salt Lake Cemetery and found Anna's headstone. Anna's and her twin brother Henry's mother died in childbirth. They were raised at Skabersjo Castle, where their father, Ole, was groundskeeper. Henry joined the church first, followed by Ole and Anna. They left Sweden behind and went to Utah.
The castle is still there. Here's the private drive (as close as we could get).
On the other end, we could see this view of the back of the house:
Here's the church near Skabersjo Castle where Anna was christened.
Anna did not have an easy life. I see this picture of her and want to give her a hug.
My Grandpa (Harvey) Dahl's parents were David Dahl and Amanda Pehrson. David was Alexander and Ellen's son. Amanda was John Pehrson and Matilda Anderson's daughter.
Here are John and Matilda:
They both left Sweden as young adults and got married once they got to Utah. They were each the only one in their families to join the Church.
I had the hardest time finding out information about them. They both were apparently born to unwed mothers and according to my research, that was not looked down upon at the time. There is a wacky story on Family Search about John being the son of the prince of Sweden, but I don't believe a bit of it. The story comes from the daughter of one of John's friends who was apparently eavesdropping on John telling her dad the story in Swedish. They didn't know she'd understand, but! She did.
I. Don't. Think. So.
Källstorp
I couldn't find a record for Matilda being christened (maybe I would have had more luck if I knew Swedish), but her mother, Karna, was christened in Källstorp.
It was a very lovely place.
Malmö
My best guess is that John was christened in Malmö. The big church there at the time was Sankt Petri Kirke (St. Peter's Church).
It was MUCH bigger than the others and more of a tourist destination. We could go inside.
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this was the floor in the Merchant's Chapel |
I don't know that there was anything earth shattering about this venture of seeing these churches. I am not even 100% sure the last church was the right place. Here's what I do know. The trip mattered to me. Between the prep work and walking the churchyards, I felt closer to my family. I felt increased gratitude that they left everything they knew (this amazingly beautiful place!) for a Gospel they loved. I appreciate that their sacrifices rooted me in the privileged position of a little girl who knew she was a child of God and that Jesus wanted her for a sunbeam.
Also, because of what they did, we are all sealed as a family. What a gift!
I am grateful to live on the rock they planted.