The report from Hässleholm.
After a delightful dinner with the Carlsons at which the hedgehog made
an appearance, we went back to our hotel in Malmö (pronounced,
roughly, mal-muh) and slept very well. The next morning after
breakfast we took the fast train to Hässleholm (HESS-leh-holm), a
journey of only 45 minutes. There we were met by cousin Marie and her
husband Per-Ulf Månsson. Later we met their children Viktor and Julia,
very blond and in their late teens. We enjoyed poking around the
countryside and having dinner with them. They are closer to our ages,
so we had good conversations.

Today (Monday the 20th) we walked to their house after breakfast and
were taken to some places rich in family history. First we went to the
church where my mother's father was baptized, and in the churchyard of
which my great-grandfather is buried. Then we drove to the little
house where my grandfather was born and raised. (See photo.) After
that we heard a little concert of sacred and secular folk music by a
male chorus in which Marie's father Gusta sings. Returning to the
hotel, we are looking forward to going out for dinner with their
family, and tomorrow we head to Stockholm. There was still some rain
today, but also more periods of sun.