With my husband’s permission, I get to make an entry about our roadtrip in Sweden last year, a trip in the places where he spent his childhood. We started with a walking tour in Örebro, the 6th largest city in Sweden, and drove on towards some rural areas in Lindesberg, Fanthyttan, Kalkbrottet and Gråboda.
The first attraction we saw in the city was the Nikolai Church. It’s interesting because parts of it were built in different times. For example, the Romanesque part was from the 13th century, while the Gothic part was from the latter years. Its choir area was from between 12-1300s. But for the most part, the church was built in limestone. More history of the church here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Nicholas_Church,_%C3%96rebro.
Another building that stood out was the city hall. It was built in 1863 and has a new gothic style.
When in Örebro, one shouldn’t miss the castle, which also serves as an icon for the city. It’s so rich in history – I don’t even know where to begin. Unfortunately, we didn’t get to enter because we were there very early (it opens at 10 am). The castle dates back to the late 14th century and served as venue for many purposes, like meetings and gatherings, prison dungeons, and as headquarters or offices to the County Administrative Board. More about the castle’s history here: https://www.orebroslott.se/en/history-secrets-and-ghosts/.
We left Örebro at 08:30 am and took the road going north. When people ask me where my husband came from, I just say Lindesberg in Sweden. I’ve never been there, so it was pretty memorable to drive there with him. Lindesberg is the capital of the Lindesberg municipality and has a population of about 9, 700 as of 2020. It left an impression of a decent town, with a school, a hospital, a church, and industrial and residential areas. Carl showed me the apartments he lived in with his mother, with his brother, and with his childhood bestfriend, as well as the kindergarten, the school, the hospital where he was born in, and the church where he was baptized. It was a trip down memory lane, even though I wasn’t there at that time.
And here are some of the apartments where my husband lived for some periods in his young life. 🙂
I still find it fascinating that he moved houses… but not cities. 😀 I myself had moved many times in my life, i.e. 15 times in total. And it involved huge distances. Well, my husband immigrated to the neighboring country of Norway, so that is also something.
Before the trip, I’ve always wondered where and how my husband grew up. That we had different experiences and upbringing is no secret. My mother-in-law handed me some old pictures, but to see the house and the places and the surrounding was a different feeling. It was like I knew him much, much better. And oh, it is really Fanthyttan where he grew up, in a big yellow house. I’m writing about that in the next entry. 😉 #spreadloveandpositivevibes
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