My father’s side of the family came from Linköping. His grandfather, who was 14 at the time, came alone to the USA with just the clothes on his back and the family bible. He didn’t know any English. Pinned to his shirt was the address in Minneapolis that he was supposed to go to, where he had 2 relatives. He got lost in Chicago and lost the family bible there, but some strangers put him on the right train and he arrived safely.
Anyways, that’s my link to Sweden.
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