Sigrid’s death.
Probably one of the most dramatic incidents in the history of our ancestors.
My father, Göte, then at the age of fifteen, dragged the hayfork out of his mother’s neck.
How would I, or you, gone on living with such a memory.
And John, alone with all his children?
I let the documents speak on their own.
And as always, just click on the pictures to enlarge.

Blixtorp, summer 2005