Our family's only a few fingers of generations from ancestors that bucked the Atlantic, blowing from Horn, Sweden to New York in timbered ship.
They trekked a thousand miles inland from the east coast, sinking plow into black Midwestern loam @Swedesburg IA.
Wish there was a journal passed along from that seed generation as our family tree sprouted. Our Swedish 150-year family farm is still kicking, mostly unchanged other than swapping horse teams for a John Deere.
I wanted to chop into our family tree and have a taste, so Pigtails joined me for a quick trip to where they settled in Swedesburg. Once a year each December, the local Swedes cook up a traditional Smörgåsbord. Land of the vikings, straw Gävle goats, Dala horses and pointy brassieres.
We joined my parents and twin uncles for the feast, kuchimba katika.