I am obsessed with genealogy. It is so thrilling. It really is. It's history, so it's really really interesting, but it's better and deeper. It's so alive - despite the fact that all the people is quite... totally dead. It is amazing and breathtaking to find the names of ancestors. Not because I have a tiny, minuscule amount of genes in common with them, that may not have with others, but simply because they are people. They are quite ordinary people, not kings and queens, but they lived three hundred years ago all the same. They existed, ordinary people, even then. That's what's so extraordinary, to learn about these people that never got acknowledged.
I have found a rather grand amount of peasants, but also some county sheriffs, a vicar, at least two boatswains, a smith or two, a few witches and a single mother with a secretive past (I plan on finding her parents and the father of her son - I already have my clues).
So far, the earliest I have come is to the 1500s. It's impossible to go further, I think. Unless you've ended up in the Nobility of southern Sweden. Alas, I am stuck with nothing but Ångermanlännings:
Olow Simonsson, farmer in Resele. Born around 1500.
Per, farmer in Flögsätter. Born around 1500. Too.
Went to see my grandma and borrowed some old pictures.
From left to right: My great-great-grandmother Margareta, great-great-grandfather Petrus holding his son Kalle, my great-great-great-grandmother Margareta, my great-grandmother Ester, her sisters Anny and Magda. I like that hat Kalle is wearing. It's très chic.