We are fast approaching the end of the school year in Sweden. At the moment, both teachers and students are very busy. Every week there are several examinations that require a lot of studying. We are all very much looking forward to summer holidays. A hundred years ago, my grandparents Rudolf attended Year Four and... Continue Reading →
Not long ago, I met with my father's cousin Kurt, who is a paternal grandchild of Robert and Dagny, just like my father. He is going on 90, but completely clear-headed and full of interesting stories from the missionaries' time in China. We usually do something cultural together and this time we went to the... Continue Reading →
On New Year’s Eve 1927, 98 years ago, Robert and Dagny’s eldest, and only surviving, daughter, Dagny-Edla, finally set foot in China again, this time as a missionary in her own right. She had been sent home from China to study in Sweden in 1907 and had longed to return ever since. During her years... Continue Reading →
My grandmother Edna’s old photo albums from her and her parents’ (Olga and Nils) years in China offer many glimpses into their daily lives and what mattered most to them. Olga and Nils had two children who survived into old age - my grandmother and her sister. Their little brother died in China at the... Continue Reading →
One of the most difficult things to come to terms with on a personal level, when diving into missionary history in China, is the fact that my great-grandparents had to send their children back to Sweden by the age of seven. In practice, this meant they could only be present in their children’s lives during... Continue Reading →
Responding to my latest article here on the blog, Mr. Liu Hong wrote me the other day. He told me he had just recently visited Hancheng, the town where Robert fought so hard to rent a house for the mission. Hong had never been before, but now he had at last been able to make... Continue Reading →
As a parent, it has often been tough to leave my children behind for work trips to other countries. Since I had a job that required frequent travel, there were plenty of times I missed my kids when they were little. What brought me comfort was knowing that they had a dad at home taking... Continue Reading →
My great grandfather Nils Styrelius passed away on this day, the 16th of October, 82 years ago. By then he was a well-travelled man, who had lived an adventurous life. I have written about his passing before, and a bit about his time as an emigrant to America. He emigrated from Sweden to Chicago in... Continue Reading →
Spending a couple of weeks in Scotland for the first time, I have tried to walk in my great grandmother's shoes. At the turn of the last century, Olga lived in Glasgow for around 5 years. Her greatest desire was to become a missionary in China, and to achieve that, she understood that she would... Continue Reading →
A few weeks ago, I visited one of my late father’s cousins - Kurt. He is a wonderful man, full of energy and memories, approaching his 88th year. He was kind enough to show me photographs and letters that he had kept from his parents' time in China. Kurt’s dad was my grandfather’s brother, Martin.... Continue Reading →
My great-grandmother Dagny loved children. She gave birth to eight children herself, whom she loved dearly and often in abscense. In addition to being a mother to her own children, she took care of the children in the villages where she worked as a missionary, especially through the schools the stations organised. Dagny also wrote... Continue Reading →
Today, I'm thinking about my great grandmother Dagny and her bravery. 131 years have passed since Dagny set out from Norway to start her life as a missionary in China. It must have taken a lot of guts and stubborness for a woman to travel across the vast oceans on such a dangerous and uncertain... Continue Reading →
Even though the English language is "taking over the world" today, that was certainly not the case back in the 19th Century, when my relatives set out to China. Yes, they had to start by learning English, in order to later learn Chinese (as many nationalities learning Chinese together had to have a common language... Continue Reading →
111 years ago - by the end of September of the year 1912 - Dagny and Robert were on the move again after having spent two years in Sweden. During this time, Dagny had given birth to a baby girl - Helfrid - at the age of 42, and another eight-year period in China awaited... Continue Reading →
I’m finally here! I have returned to Strömsborg’s recreational home, north of Stockholm on a peninsula called Rådmansö. A year has passed since I was here last and now, I am here with my family to stay for a whole week. We have been able to rent one of the houses, Sjöhaga, and I am... Continue Reading →
When writing my last post I was made aware that much of my great grandparents' life have circled around dealing with the consequences of one of the major historical events of the 19th and 20th Century. During the 19th Century, China fought two big opium wars against the West - and lost both of them.... Continue Reading →
Time has come to read the last document of the three, sent to me by my aunt Carin. The paper is slighly yellow, translucent but quite sturdy compared to the thin air-mail paper on which Robert noted the details about Dagny's surgery. It's not dated, but it must have been written on the 25th of... Continue Reading →
My great grandfather Robert and great grandmother Dagny lived through many difficult situations as missionaries in China. It is fascinating to read Robert's accounts of the conflicts, wars, ambushes and robberies he and his family were in the midst of, and how they solved these situations. Robert and Dagny were close to loosing their lives... Continue Reading →
If you have read my last post, you know that my aunt Carin sent me a few letters she found when she was looking through her things. The letters are from China, written by my great grandfather Robert and a colleague of his, who was also a missionary. One of the letters – or perhaps... Continue Reading →
Many of us spend Christmas about the same way every year. We know pretty well what will happen as long as nothing unexpected disrupts our plans. For my great grandmother Dagny, disruption was more rule than exception as she recounted some of her different kinds of Christmases in a mission calendar in the year 1916.... Continue Reading →
Thérèse Amnéus 