Hilda Larson was my great great grandmother, a Swede and migrant to Bayport in 1889. She marries Alfed Peterson, another Swede, here. 4 generations of Petersons in the US have not lost contact with the Swedish Petersons, but they had no idea who Hilda Larson was and that oral history didn’t get passed here in the US because Hilda died young.
So, practical genealogical question: who was Hilda Larson? Answer: pretty conventional Smaland farm girl who emigrated on a chain migration following her siblings. Arkivdigital details that.
Ok, natural subsequent genealogical question: where did the rest of the kids go? 6 of 8 siblings who reached adulthood in the 1880s in this commune / croft farm village thing deep in the Smaland back country. Took a couple years to figure out, given some practical problems. Those are, young Swedish women hit the US and get married almost immediately, taking on new surnames. Then, young Swedish men change their first names to something less ethnic, and you end up searching for “Charles Johnson”s for example. And there’s thousands of these in the US in 1890. Now, it’s not like compelling matches don’t appear, but if you’re good you want an identical match on a life fact attribute, like DOB, so that you don’t introduce trash facts into your family tree. It takes a while to think up the query that turns that stuff up if you are stumped like that. Took a couple years to suss out the destinies of 6 people here. And it’s to say, no one in the wide world of genealogy had a tree I could copy from for these people.
Sooo, we got eem….now.
Amanda, b 1863 – was an 1886 migrant to Bayport. Married another Swede. They had a bunch of kids, and there are a ton of descendants in this vicinity that my relatives have been rubbing elbows with for 4 generations and been none the wiser
Charles, b 1872 – migrant to Norway, Michigan, the UP. Was an iron miner, had a family.
Per, b 1869 – migrant to northern Wisconsin. Probably always a bachelor.
Last… Nils and Bonde. End up in Milbank, SD…. Fuckin Eh.
So, the thing…. Really moved to contemplate the zeitgeist of thinking and being scared for the potential of occupied burglaries in Milbank, SD, in town, in 1890. I mean, mistakenly shooting your brother when defending the house from a suspected burglary is not something that could happen to these fellows living together say 5 years prior in Sweden. Cuz, you know they neither feared that type of crime or had the guns. The crime and the guns are breathtakingly American, is what I’m sayin.
So, the crime, the ambient crime you fear…. ya know, Milbank 1890 was ever so and enough “the west” and had drunks, outlaws / thiefs, and some anarchy, I’d guess you’d figure. So there’s the psychology.
The guns… well, it was as it is, though I think it was a step up for a working man to have a handgun. Maybe a shotgun, yes. But handguns are not usually very practical things. Like, why would you need one in Milbank such that you’d spend $15 for a quality one? Well, I guess if you think there’s crime.