The Wild Strawberry Patch at Händelö

The Wild Strawberry Patch at Händelö

When Augusta and her mother visited spas in the summer, they referred to their visits as summer séjours. So this year, Kerstin and I decided on a summer séjour where we would visit places with connections to Augusta. It would be a four-day trip, by car, dressed as in the 1840s. Day 1. Händelö On 26 June, we get in the car – happy that we […]

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Mademoiselle Frigel and her Girls

Mademoiselle Frigel and her Girls

In the fall of 1842, Augusta started school in Stockholm. It was a boarding school run by Mrs. Lovisa Edgren and her husband, Johan Fredrik Edgren. During the summer of 1844, the Edgrens moved and the school closed. Augusta still had one more year to study in Stockholm so what school did she attend in the fall of 1844? Augusta’s best friend Lotten kept in […]

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Augusta’s friend: Erika Degerman

Augusta’s friend: Erika Degerman

In April 1846, Augusta’s friend Lotten writes to Augusta about a ball she and Erica Degermann (Lotten’s spelling) has been invited to. Erika was one of Augusta’s friends in Stockholm. The picture is slowly developing of the group of friends Augusta had during her teenage years in Stockholm. They were wealthy but not necessarily belonging to the noble class. Their parents invested in them so […]

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Mrs Edgren and her School for Girls

Mrs Edgren and her School for Girls

Lotten Westman’s Letter to Augusta, Stockholm, 18 December 1845. “Lucky Augusta who gets letters from Mrs. Edgren! Greet her a thousand times from me. Tell her that I still worship her as warmly as when I said goodbye to her for the last time, and when I start talking about them, it is always an inexhaustible topic and at those times, I forget both time […]

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Augusta’s Aeolian Harp

Augusta’s Aeolian Harp

“Loddby, 8 May 1847 My sweet, dear Lotten! …. It is a really beautiful evening, the bay is calm and clear like a mirror, a few stars shine in the clear blue sky, and I have put an Aeolian harp in the window. Have you ever heard one, Lotten? It is so indescribably melancholic when the wind seizes the strings and creates these sad, melodic notes. […]

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