Monday

Grace was "Pa's Girl"



This photo was given to me by a second cousin in Norway. A photo of my mother Grace and my grandfather Paul in Chicago. I am guessing my mom to be about 10 or 12 which would date this photo to the late 1930's, during the "Great Depression".  I know my grandparents struggled economically during those years as did most Americans. This photo shows my grandfather as who he was and his relationship with his only daughter, my mother Grace. Often he was without work during those years and he was a machinist by trade yet he dressed impeccably. That trademark hat was always on his head. A full suit with tie and vest and although it wouldn't show in this pic I can bet the farm that he had sock suspenders and cufflinks on! A classy guy. And he loved, adored and was closest to his daughter, my mom Grace. My grandfather always had my mom by his side. He made sure she had all that she needed. I think my grandmother was a bit jealous of their closeness. 

my grandfather
Paul Skoglund Sevald
b. 24 Aug 1894 Kragerø, Telemark, Norway
d. 5 Sep 1971 Chicago, Cook, Illinois

my mother
Grace Gunhild Sevald
b. 4 Mar 1927 Chicago, Cook, Illinois
d. 21 Apr 1975 Park Ridge, Cook, Illinois







Garnesmordet (The Garnes Murders)


This is story is an important event in our family history, involving various ancestors who lived and died over 200 years ago in my grandfather's ancestral home of Verdal.    The story of a family event I am unlikely to ever forget.   


Last week a fourth cousin of mine, Anne Gunn Stenstrøm brought something to my attention that I had never before noticed. "Did you ever notice that your great x5 grandfather Peder Rasmussen Garnes, your great x4 grandmother Kjersti Pedersdatter Garnes and two of her brothers all died the same day, July 30, 1806?" I had not. "Did you know the story of how they died?" I did not.

The GARNESMORDET or GARNES MURDER is an event that I am sure most every citizen of Verdal knows or has heard about. I began to do some internet sleuthing and found articles written about the event. Some parts of the story are factual, some have now become colorful Verdal folklore, where even a play has been written about it. I had the good fortune in contacting the author of some of the articles, Kjetil Dillan**, and another gentleman, Ole Morten Larssen*. They both in photos, stories and verse are working to maintain the history and culture of this most beautiful part of Norway; Verdal.

Between truth and folklore and my almost non-existant knowledge of the Norwegian language I hope that with the assistance of Anne Gunn, Kjetil, Ole Morten and of course "Google Translate" I have presented a fairly good English version of the horrific and brutal events of the night of July 30, 1806.



Peder Rasmussen Garnes was the head of a respected and properous farm, Garnes. He felt his daughter Kjersti was worthy of a good man of higher stature than Ole Larsen Skavhaug. Ole, whose family was poor, was well known around the parts as a tall, handsome, strong and fierce young man. It was said that he killed a bear while only 16 and now worked as a skiing soldier. Peder felt him to be too rough and unworthy of his daughter Kjersti. Kjersti, it would seem did not agree. On May 4, 1806 she bore a daughter named Anne. The baby was classified illegitimate but when baptised  on May 18 her father was named as skier Ole Larsen Skavhaug.

18 May 1806 parish baptismal record of Anne Olsdtr. Skavhaug
It was well known that on July 29, 1806 Ole supposedly visited the Garnes farm to plead with Peder for the hand of his daughter Kjersti. The visit did not go well. Ole left  in anger saying he would never return. 

Norwegian farmers did not usually lock their doors at night and there was no dog at the Garnes farm. A dog may have given the family a warning that two evil intruders were coming under the cover of darkness with robbery and ultimately murder on their minds.

 The younger intruder stood outdoors as a lookout. The older crept into the house, into the bedroom where Peder lay sleeping with his youngest son, ten year old Lars. With a large rock he hit Peder soundly in the head. Stunned, Peder fell across his son Lars. Lars, struggling to be free of his father's heavy body on top of him, was also knocked unconscious. The thief began to forage about the room for valuables and then noticed Peder, struggling to rise and fight the intruder. The intruder, armed with a knife, forcefully slit his throat. The same cruel cut was given to the unconscious Lars. They both died in their bed. The older intruder then went outside and commanded the younger into the living area where Kjersti slept with her newborn daughter in the cradle nearby. Kjersti had awakened (most likely from the commotion) and was beginning to rise.   The intruder hit her over the head twice which most likely ended her life at that point but he proceeded in "a blood rush" to stab her over and over again through the chest and breast so "the mother's milk and blood ran together" over her naked body. At the same time the older intruder ran quickly upstairs where Peders sons, Rasmus, 19 and Ole, 15 were likely waking to the noise. The older intruder struck them in their heads with stone. The younger followed up the stairs to assist by stabbing Ole twice. The older, grabbing the knife from the younger repeatedly stabbed Rasmus, killing him. Assuming both brothers were dead they proceeded to ransack the house, stealing food, valuables and even clothes. Upstairs, Ole regained consciousness and hearing the intruders downstairs rolled off the bed and hid himself behind a wall. Hearing that perhaps someone still lived upstairs the two intruders ran up the stairs and in the dark searched for Ole thrusting around the room a weapon, a fire iron perhaps? In the dark and with time passing they gave up looking for Ole and continued to overturn drawers and break through walls, finding additional valuables, cash and clothing. They then fled wearing some Garnes clothing abandoning their blood soaked clothes in the valley below.

Ole later reported that he hid about an hour hearing the intruders robbing the house and dared not leave his place of hiding for yet another hour. He then wandered downstairs, grievously wounded with both stab wounds and head wounds. He stumbled to the babies cradle and took the crying Anne into his arms, rocking her back asleep as her mother lay brutally murdered. He then reports he went into his father's bedroom and seeing his dead father and brother wandered back to his own bed, in delirium, close to death.

An older woman, also living on the farm Garnes, came about 4am to tell Peder she was heading to town.  Entering the quiet house she saw the mutilated body of Kjersti laying in the bed. She left the house screaming which aroused the locals. Ole Larsen Skavhaug, standing over the mutilated body of his love Kjersti, vowed to bring the murderers to justice or never return.

A few of the locals put the suspicion on Kjersti's love, Ole Larsen Skavhaug. Ole was known as a rough and tough young man and the marital dispute between he and Peder Rasmussen was common knowledge. It was soon obvious that the perpetrators of this horrendous  crime were two known Swedes who were seen in the immediate area the day before the murders. Ole Bergmann, a 39 year old tailor and sometimes silversmith often did business in Norway where the pay was good and their work was needed. He would stay in the homes of those he worked for and it was said he used that opportunity to see what he could steal upon leaving. He was a known thief in both Sweden and Norway and witnesses heard him threaten those he had stole from with death. The year of 1805 he had hooked up with a younger man, 24 years old, Niels Toldsteen.  Niels, who had great promise in his youth originally studied for the priesthood but found liquor, women and easy money more to his liking.

Ole Skavhaug, good to his word, pursued the murderers well into Sweden barely stopping for rest or nourishment until, with the help of Swedish authorities, they were captured and brought to Trondheim to stand trial. They were found in possession of articles from Garnes.  Under torture on the wheel they confessed to their crimes in detail. 1807, May 20th, 8:00am Niels Toldsteen and Ole Bergmann were executed, beheaded on the scaffold I believe, with the full approval of the Danish/Norwegian King Christian. Below is the declaration of their execution.


Ole Larsen Skavhaug became somewhat of a local hero for the capture of the Garnes murderers. He was a tall and handsome man who later proved himself to be a brave and courageous military man. He distinguished himself in battle. His story and fame were told in local writings and even a play was written about him. Much of his story may well be embellished and the line between truth and folklore is blurry some 200 years later. 


And Kjersti and Ole's little baby girl Anne, who survived the slaughter of her family? Her father Ole Larsen  Skavhaug, shortly after the trial and execution, went before a judge to claim his daughter as his own. Anne's 16 year old uncle Ole Pedersen, now the owner of the farm Garnes, was hardly able to care for an infant and it is believed that little Anne lived with her father's sister, Gertrude Larsdatter. Gertrude had a child of her own close to Anne's age. Both girls were confirmed together in the church in Vuku. 

The story of the GARNESMORDET is part of our family history, 
 the tiny little survivor in the cradle was to be.....





my great great great grandmother
Anne Olsdatter Skavhaug
b. 4 May 1806 Garnes, Verdal, Nord-Trøndelag, Norway
d. 29 May 1895 Stuskin, Verdal, Nord-Trøndelag, Norway


Anne Olsdatter Skavhaug → Karen Maria Olsdatter Haga → Anders Sevaldsen Stuskin → Paul Skoglund Sevald → Grace Gunhild Sevald → ME!






My greatest thanks to Anne Gunn Stenstrøm, Ole Morten Larsen and Kjetil Dillan,







check out these other interesting internet sites about Verdal and the Garnesmordet
*Ole Morten's recommendation of Verdal Historielag ←click here
**Kjetil Dillan PDF article 200 years later GARNESMORDET ←click here

Tuesday

Telemark canal Norway

My great grandfather Nils Gundersen Øvald was a skipper on a boat that traveled 
down the Telemark Canal from Skien, Telemark Norway delivering goods.  



Today it is mainly pleasure trips down the beautiful canal



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Saturday

Vuku kirke 10 juli 2017, Verdal, Nord Trøndelag, Norge


This YouTube was presented by Ole Morten Larsen.  My fourth cousin Anne Gunn Stenstrom brought it to my attention. A lovely aerial view of the Vuku church in Verdal, Nord-Trøndelag. The 200 seat wooden church dates from at least 1655. For many many generations the ancestors of my Norwegian immigrant grandfather, Paul Sevald(sen), were baptized, confirmed, married in this church. Many family members are buried in the surrounding churchyard.

Thank you Ole Morten for sharing,




Tuesday

A precious gift from a far-away cousin

This morning, a second cousin I have never met but connected with through Facebook, sent me this precious photo. From 1902/3 Our great grandmother Gunhild Gundersen with her first two girls. His grandmother Gudrun is the little blond on Gunhild's right while the little dark haired girl is my grandmother Dagmar. This is the first picture I have seen of my grandmother as a child!

Thank you so much cousin Arild Fehn!

1902/3 Eidanger, Telemark, Norway
Gunhild, Gudrun and Dagmar Gundersen

Monday

Grandma said we descend from a German Princess!


Maria Lukretia von Bøschlager: the "German princess"

On my first visit to Skien, Norway in 1984 my grandmother (Dagmar Gundersen Sevald) told me that we were descended from a “German princess”. She also told me that one of her aunts had traced the family back to this “princess”, who had left her family back in Germany to marry a Norwegian. I can’t say I really believed or disbelieved her story, as I didn’t have much interest in my roots at the time. Besides it would seem almost every family of European origin has some story that they were descended from Kings or medieval warriors and those families who had been long in the US had some story about being related to George Washington or a Native-American princess. But I did for some reason remember this small bit of information.

Fast forward 15 years.......Now interested in my ancestry, particularly my Norwegian heritage, I found this Norwegian farm history book (bygdebok) online through the Porsgrund Norway library.


In this farm history book there was a chapter devoted to my grandmother's ancestral home, Øvald. There she was! Maria Lukretia von Bøschlager, our direct ancestor, was German, but was she a "princess"? The farm/history book referred to her as "Adel" or nobility but it should be noted that in the 1600's nobility and royalty was not near as exclusive as it is today. How or exactly why Maria Lukretia came to Norway we may never know. The Langesundsfjorden was reportedly a beautiful summer vacation spot. Did she meet her husband on a vacation in the south of Norway, or did he meet her traveling outside Norway and bring her home as his wife?  We do know that she had been married before, widowed and she brought with her a daughter from that first marriage.

Maria married the customs officer from Bamble, Norway named Peder Jacobsson. . Maria and Peder were fairly wealthy and they bought three properties in Norway that had lain dormant since the Black Death had decimated Europe. It is estimated that in Southern Norway possibly 2/3 of the population had died. One of those properties was Ødewald/Øvald. Maria's daughter married Jon Lauritzen Theiste who was the vicar of the Eidanger church from 1643-1670. Maria gave Øvald as a christening gift to their daughter, her granddaughter, Sophie. Sophie married a tailor named Bendt Larssøn and we are their direct descendants and therefore also descended from the noblewoman Maria Lukretia von Böschlager.

Grandma's story was true! Unlike many family stories it seems we ARE descended from maybe not a "German princess" but from a German noblewoman.  Maria never returned to Germany but died in Eidanger. She is buried near the entrance of the Eidanger church. Many families in the south of Norway can trace their roots to her.

Eidanger kirke-original portion of the church dating from the 12th century

Jørn Erik Øvald, my second cousin once removed, has done extensive new research into Maria Lukretia von Boeselager (her true German name) and her life before she came to Norway. Her first husband Sebastian Huessler (and therefore also our ancestor) was a famous fencer, a major in the Danish-Norwegian Army and possibly a mercenary for the King of Denmark.  But that is another story for another time. And its a good one.

The German noblewoman:
Maria Lukretia von Boeselager

b. 1609 Honeburg, Germany 

d. 1685 Eidanger, Telemark, Norway

my great, great,  great, great, great, great, great, great, great, grandmother.
Maria & Sebastian Heussler of Germany→? Petersdatter→Sophie Jansdatter Ødewald→Jorgen Bendtzsøn Ødewald→Malene Jorgensdatter Ødewald→Ole Gundersen Ødevald→Elise Johanne Olsdatter Øvald→Gunder Andreas Nilsen Øvald→Nils Gundersen Øvald→Dagmar Gundersen→Grace Sevald→ME!


Tuesday

Happy Fourth of July!

Happy Fourth of July!


Make no mistake about it. I love my country. Mark Twain said this over 100 years ago and I could not say it better or agree more.

"A man can be a Christian or a patriot, but he can't legally be a Christian and a patriot -- except in the usual way: one of the two with the mouth, the other with the heart. 

The spirit of Christianity proclaims the brotherhood of the race and the meaning of that strong word has not been left to guesswork, but made tremendously definite -- the Christian must forgive his brother man all crimes he can imagine and commit, and all insults he can conceive and utter- forgive these injuries how many times? -- seventy times seven -- another way of saying there shall be no limit to this forgiveness. That is the spirit and the law of Christianity. 

Well -- Patriotism has its laws. And it also is a perfectly definite one, there are not vaguenesses about it. It commands that the brother over the border shall be sharply watched and brought to book every time he does us a hurt or offends us with an insult. Word it as softly as you please, the spirit of patriotism is the spirit of the dog and wolf. The moment there is a misunderstanding about a boundary line or a hamper of fish or some other squalid matter, see patriotism rise, and hear him split the universe with is war-whoop. The spirit of patriotism being in its nature jealous and selfish, is just in man's line, it comes natural to him -- he can live up to all its requirements to the letter; but the spirit of Christianity is not in its entirety possible to him.

The prayers concealed in what I have been saying is, not that patriotism should cease and not that the talk about universal brotherhood should cease, but that the incongruous firm be dissolved and each limb of it be required to transact business by itself, for the future."

                                                           - Mark Twain's Notebook




Monday

Grandma could be a firecracker




not a very flattering picture of Grandma is this?


In this blog I have often spoke of my love for my grandmother Dagmar and what  a wonderful person I believed her to be. My most favorite ancestor and the one I feel understood me the most. Perhaps because I think we had very similar personalities. In fact, she was the one who started me on this journey of family history and I have dedicated all my years of family research to her (see "dedicated to Dagmar" tab above). But as much as I loved her and speak volumes of good things about her I am quite aware that we are all complex human beings. Sometimes Grandma could be a real spitfire!  She was kind, generous and loving. It was hard to get her mad. But nonetheless DON'T GO THERE. She was a long long fuse but with a big charge at the end. In her defense, if she got that angry it was usually justified. And sort of comical to see also, which made her all the more mad. She especially did not like to be tricked and my Dad loved to play practical jokes on her.
I don't remember the particular incident but in this photo she was most likely reacting to one of my Dad's antics. She would click her teeth and proclaim in her thick Norwegian accent

"ooooo you loussy ting"

She had strong beliefs and opinions and no hesitation in sharing them with you. No beating around the bush with her. My husband of 40 some years, who knows me quite well, often says "just because it goes through your head Ranae, it doesn't have to come out your mouth". My Dad, who I also loved dearly, after a difference of opinion with me would give me what he thought was an insult.
"Ranae, your are just like your Grandma Sevald"


and my response in true Dagmar spitfire form?

"THANK YOU!"

1955 Grandma and Me