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I couldn't
believe what my aunt
was saying: "Grandma...a bast...
an illegitimate
child? How could
that be...and why am I just finding out?"
At nearly thirty years of age, my aunt's revelation came as a shock;
I'd grown up in the south and grandmothers...even if they did emigrate
to America, carried as a
two-year-old child, just didn't...weren't...well, that didn't happen in our
family.
I didn't linger after my aunt's confession, but began doing some
investigation of my own: looking through some old trunks in the attic
at my aunts
farmhouse
in Wisconsin (the old Swedish homeplace). I was
eventually able to identify
the area of Sweden my great-grandmother had emigrated from with her
illigitimate child and began
by writing to the Swedish Embassy. They quickly put me onto a
private
researcher and within two months, I had a name and telephone number of
a cousin in Sweden.
I wrote the person in Sweden...my second cousin, assuming the
information was true and received an answer within a
month. Yes, his letter had said, he'd hear about us over there in
Amerika (he wrote in Swedish). He had no
proof...it was only a story that we shared the same great-grandfather.
The illigitimate
birth wasn't recognized in 1879.
He also agreed to meet me if I
came to his farm; he was too busy, he wrote, to leave for more than a
day and coming to Amerika was out of the question; he had too many cows
to milk.
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What is a Valkulla?
Valkulla...Fäbodstinta...or milk
maid…the young women and girls who tended the milk animals----cows and
goats, were know by many names, around the world.
Late
spring in the
Nordic countries found these young women, children, siblings and
sometimes mothers and grandmothers, gathered together to drive the cows
and
goats from the fertile valleys, up into the mountain forest. They
would spend
the summer grazing the animals in the forest.
Wild marsh hay, grass and even birch leaves...not a stem of grass
or leaf was wasted, as often the animals were near starvation when
spring arrived. More than one story relates to having to
actually carry a starving “wintered cow” from the barn stall in the
spring.
continued in next chapter...
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