Stockholm and all the herring you can eat...

This is an amazing city of contrasts... older than old and newer than newest. A subway system even Tami is comfortable riding around town in (and can figure out in Swedish) and boats of every kind. And bus drivers that smile and help. Not to mention a contrast of civility compared to other major cities, nicer than nice, and cleaner than clean. What's the catch? Oh, six hours of sun in the winter... but wait... 18 hours of sun in the summer. And herring, did I mention all the cream herring you can eat?

P.S. And did I tell you that dogs can ride the subways for FREE... no charge at all - what a country!

Nordiska Museet

The Noridic museum from afar. Tami and Wynn fell asleep walking in this one.

A Rose Between Two Butts

View of Stockholm behind.

Skansen Musseet

OK, so I thought the "open air" museum or "museet" as we like to say in the home country - would be kind of like Dollywood... I was wrong - it is amazing. 150 buildings on an island (I know, there are 30,000 islands around Stockholm but this is a big island) set up with multi era buildings and demonstrations... kind of neat. Wynn even like it.

Five hour train ride from Malmo to Stoackholm. Safe and sound in Stockholm.Off to see the King and Queen and my people tomorrow.

Minutes Away

This will be Wynn's first trip out of the USA. Sorry... Tami just informed me that she took him to Canada for a day when he was 5. I stand corrected. So... This will be his first trip out of North America.


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Pearson and Anderson

My mother's mother's parents (my great grand parents) in Dalarna.

Jan Pettar Pearson and Sarah Anderdotter or Sarah Anderson. (That will be an real easy Swedish couple to find - John Pearson and Sarah Anderson) Hey I married a Pearson - uh oh...

Me Kasa Haga?

My father's mother (my great grand parents) home "Kasa Haga" in Varmland.

Anders Jonasson and Johanna Andersdotter

A sense of humor runs in my family--just look at these happy, funny cut up kids... did you hear the one about a thousand Norwegins running through the woods chased by one old Svenske.

Homeward Bound...

"I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket for my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound..."