Augusta's Journey

The First Real Flying Reindeer!

The First Real Flying Reindeer!

The first real flying reindeer? A reindeer flying over Stockholm in 1851? Seriously? Yes, it happened. I was rereading Augusta’s diary entry about her outing on 18 June 1851 to watch the first balloon ride in Stockholm. On Wednesday we walked to Skeppsbron to, if possible, take a boat over to Djurgården, where an Italian intended to ascend by an air balloon, but seeing the […]

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Dashing through the snow…

Dashing through the snow…

You can get to Stockholm’s international airport either by train or by car. Either way, you will pass Rosersberg, a small community northwest of Stockholm. If you are having a rental car, this is where you start looking for a gas station to fill up the car. If you are going by train, you just enjoy the beauty of the landscape. In the winter, there […]

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Little Baron

Little Baron

“Baron Axel has proposed and I believe, by God, that if he hadn’t stated it with such clarity, I would have considered it an unreasonable dream. Surely Little Baron must have been in a state of confusion if he was insane enough to try to conquer my unconquerable person with his insignificant external and internal qualities. Someone I would regard as my destiny should have […]

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On her birthday: Cecilia Ekenstam

On her birthday: Cecilia Ekenstam

Under the moss on the gravestone, you can discern the words chiseled in the polished marble: NEVER FORGOTTEN. We have reached the final destination of our trip to the west coast of Sweden – Varberg. This is where Augusta, at the age of 28, spent a short time to treat her tuberculosis with sea air and spa water – the only prescribed treatments available before […]

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Thou Ancient, Thou Free

Thou Ancient, Thou Free

Announcement. The paper, STOCKHOLMS FIGARO, of which the first issue hereby is presented to the public, will be published during the year 1845, every Sunday afternoon, and will be available these days between noon and 2 in the afternoon in Bonnier’s Bookstore at the Bazar, with the entrance on the side. Well, I thought, what a cool coincident! This year, 1845, was the year when […]

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