Sofia Antoinette Eugenia (Eugénie) Björkman

Sofia Antoinette Eugenia (Eugénie) Björkman

St Jacob’s Church in the center of Stockholm is a landmark. Built in the 1600s, it has a beautiful red color and a green roof. Today it is famous for its music. I have walked by the church many times, too busy to take the time to sit down and listen to one of its free organ or choir concerts. But on a sunny day […]

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Titus Vincentius Röslein and Lotten Ulrich’s fencing lessons

Titus Vincentius Röslein and Lotten Ulrich’s fencing lessons

Last summer, I wrote about Augusta’s first love. In the summer of 1845, Augusta turned 18. She had just finished her schooling in Stockholm and maybe her mother Anna thought it was time for her to meet a suitable young man. Why not at the most fashionable seaside resort on the Swedish west coast, Gustafsberg? Well, did Augusta meet someone at Gustafsberg? Yes, she did […]

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In Search of Sophia Charlotta Salomon and her Family

In Search of Sophia Charlotta Salomon and her Family

Last week, I was reading the Swedish newspaper, Bohusläns Tidning, from 1845 and found an announcement listing the guests who had arrived at Gustafsberg’s Spa. The list included Augusta, her mother, and her brother. I got curious about the other spa guests. What could I find out about them? I decided to start with what seemed to be an important family, the family of Krigsrådet Carl […]

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Will the real, extremely beautiful Baron Rehbinder please stand up!

Will the real, extremely beautiful Baron Rehbinder please stand up!

Augusta’s Diary, August 1851 I thought about asking for the beautiful Rehbinder, but something, I don’t know what, stopped me. In the meantime, he is constantly before my eyes whether I am awake or asleep. What then does it really mean that, after three weeks, I still cannot erase the persistent memory of him? Should I, who is so wise, so cold, so impregnable, possibly […]

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August Blanche and Johan Jolin

August Blanche and Johan Jolin

Augusta’s friend Lotten didn’t cry over spilled milk. She just laughed as she spilled milk over her white dress. It turned out to be the most enjoyable evening. “My dear Augusta! Thank you, my dear friend, for your long-awaited letter…  … Do you know the most enjoyable day I have had this winter? It was last Monday at my aunt’s. She had a reception and […]

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