November 21, 1925, one hundred years ago, Anna Karolina Abrahamsson, my great grandmother, died. She was sixty-six. Not really so very old but to me she appears so elderly although I am now yet another 7 years older. Different times, different clothing, different way of life entirely from me I guess. For a little gal she looks a bit imposing, tough? Well, she did have nine children. I suppose you had to be tough, yet I have only heard good things about her.
Rest in Peace,
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