Sunday, March 10, 2013

For all my readers

An explanation for my strange blog writing is in order. Martha, my in residence daughter, kept asking me why I no longer blogged. Finally I told her that I no longer had any readers, for no one commented.
She showed me a place where one could find out how wrong I was. And interestingly I discovered that after my blog about my grandfather punishing Blick in the outhouse, caused people to stop reading.

 That blog was criticized and it bothered me. I did not know that somebody 'up there' was checking on the content. The story is supposed to be the story of my mother and how she grew up'. I remember her talking about her childhood and her growing up years. She had one sister who was my grandfather's favorite. My mother felt she was mistreated. But from all I heard about 'Teacher Olsson, he was considered an outstanding man. His spanking my mother was his duty, and I think it hurt him as much as it hurt Blick.

I wrote a story once about the day my mother came home from 'the lying in home' (hospital) where I was born. It gave me insight on how miserable her life was. Alone with two children, and now her third one. When I meet her again I will tell her that I am sorry if I was difficult. (my father, a sea captain on on a freighter, came home every other year. He was sailing on WW1 routes which meant Africa and Asia.

21 comments:

DeeAnne said...

I still read, I just am not big on comments.

Anonymous said...

Keep going. Interesting story.

Anita said...

I always read. Somehow I knew this was a story about your mother. I think you have mentioned her childhood much earlier in this blog. Please continue the story. I think most people would be shocked to know about children's lives seventy-five or one hundred years ago. It is so easy to forget how hard life was for everyone. I am always thinking I should tell my own mother's story as she told it to me except that it was very sad, of course. Still, maybe I should.

Susan said...

I not only read, I have your blog on a special tool bar so I know when you have posted something new! I'll try to comment now and again so you know that your efforts are anticipated and appreciated!

Susan in Mount Angel, Oregon

Anonymous said...

Still reading also, just don't always have the time or something smart enough to say for a comment. Keep writing! I read every entry on Google Reader.

Anonymous said...

I love reading your blog. Please don't stop writing.

Jerry (near Stockton, NJ) said...

I always read & enjoy your posts. Keep it up.

Anonymous said...

Your blog is on my tool bar too and I used to check it everyday, but lately weekly since you quit writing. I read every one and love them. I'm glad you have a place to check how many are reading. I didn't know about that. Can you tell us about that?
Please don't quit writing. They say for everyone who writes a comment, there are 10 who don't.
I think you should make a book out of you story, it has been a wonderful story.
Keitha

Katherine said...

My grandparents were from Sundsvall...they came here in 1923. My grandfather's mother was an orphan because her father was a ship's captain and back then it was not unusual for the captains wife to sail with her husband (or so I was told). But they were lost at sea. I believe the people who took care of my greatgrandmother took the money that was left for her. I imagine her life was very hard.

Katherine said...

I love reading your blog.

MWill said...

Please keep writing! I love reading it, even though I rarely comment :)

Anonymous said...

Homework is kicking my butt, but I still visit, if I'm not restrictied from the computer for bad grades.
Domenico

Anonymous said...

Please keep writing! For every one of us who is commenting now, there are so many more who aren't commenting, but are reading. I cherish reading your stories. My grandmother's family was from Kalmar. I appreciate your posts that help me imagine what life there might have been like. Tack så mycket! and Peace from San Francisco.

Jen

sheryl said...

Please don't quit blogging. I enjoy your life stories so much. I don't always comment but check your blog offten.

Patr said...

OH dear, I do read, but don't comment. I am curious about how Blick paid for the care of her kitty. Please continue you stories.

BTW: I love lingon berries! And would love to have a pie today. I have a small grocer in the area that carries canned ones.

Barbara said...

It has been my habit to check your blog every morning, one of the first things I do on a new day. I was sad to see you posting less often, but never realized it was because you thought we don't care. WE DO!!!!!!!

Anonymous said...

I, too, have been reading your blog for a long time and have never commented because I don't feel like I have much of importance to say. I just realized that because I read your blog on my iPhone, maybe I don't show up on your hit counter. I will try to comment more, your stories are important to me and I would like to hear more

Annie said...

I not only check to see if you've written something almost every evening, I've gotten my 94 year old aunt writing her stories on my spare laptop that I've loaned her. I do enjoy hearing how life was so long ago, and sometimes wish we could go back there. Life was a little harder but much simpler.
Please don't stop writing. I'll try to comment more.

Anonymous said...

Yes, indeed, we all seem to be saying the same thing: wonderful story. Keep going, comments or no

Jodie said...

I had forgotten your blog name but just found it in my old browser favorites. I'm a reader via your granddaughter Shreve.

Anonymous said...

Please keep writing. My mom grew up in in the Gnosjoe area for a few years after WW2. She was 8 years old and sent there from Bavaria as part of an effort from various European countries. The idea was to get the kids out of war stricken zones which allowed them to have a normal childhood again, and for their parents to be able to rebuild their life.

My mormor Runa and her family took such a liking to my mom and her family of six, the formed a very close family bond wherein my mom would go and see them once a year and later on with her young family, Sweden would be our yearly family holiday destination.

Runa and her husband Erland were extraordinary people, they kept supporting my mom's family in Germany throughout the fifties and sixties. They had adopted my mom more or less, she speaks fluent Swedish but unfortunately didn't teach us. Whilst we understand Swedish pretty well, we cannot really speak it :)

Whilst my mormor is no longer with us, we keep in touch with our three cousins, her three grandchildren, and their dad - which had become a close brother for my mom. I'm named after mormor, it's my second name, the first one a derivation from Anna Greta.

It's a very long comment but you writing reminds me that I should have another try and get my mom to write things down. She has so many beautiful stories to tell from her time in Sweden and her own childhood. She will turn 70 in October.