My dear grandma who I’ve written about many times has been very sick and in the hospital. I’m in another state and have been relying on the updates from Mom and siblings.
Here is my sister’s sweet post about what happened one evening to help Grandma feel better:
Please wander over and check it out.
-Lynnae
I used a few Graphic pieces from The Graphics Fairy’s excellent collection, to balance out the pages. I also left a few empty spots for new pictures we may want to add. There’s a lot of photographs we didn’t get to at her house.
I try to call my Grandma once a week, to ask her about the past and record the conversation onto the computer. If you’d like to read more of what I’ve written about this project, choose ‘Linnea’ from the labels on my sidebar.
-Lynnae
Welcome ! 
This is my living room. I have a collection of Santas on my piano. 
This is our family room.
This is a nativity that my grandmother made.
Breakfast Nook
I dream of having a swimming pool. I can't help it, it's a part of my heritage. That's my new line anyway. All these years I thought I just loved swimming.
This is my dad, floating peacefully in Grandma’s pool, before I was born.
Me (on left) with two of my sisters, at my 9 year old birthday party by Grandma’s pool.
Maybe it was my summer birthday parties at Grandma's pool, or the way Grandpa Brink would toss coins in the pool when all the cousins were together.
Imagine sitting on the hot cement beside the pool, hearing the water sizzle, shading your eyes from the sun as Grandpa Brink pours a fist full of coins from a large pill bottle and swings his arm back... For a brief moment the sky is filled with glittering, twirling coins, then with a plip-plip they all slip into the blue, and so do I, so do my brothers and sisters, reaching around in the silence of the underwater for the treasure....
One thing I've learned from my grandma is that as a girl swimming was THE favorite family activity. She lived in Salt Lake City, and it seems that back in the 20’s there were pools everywhere. It was common to go to one of the local pools with the cousins.
On special days they would go the Lagoon amusement park . There were rides there, but also a huge pool, and once you left the pool area you couldn’t go back in, so they would swim and swim until they were exhausted and starving, and then get out, eat, and head for the rollercoaster.
On Independence Day they would head south to either Saratoga, in Lehi, or the Geneva pool. Grandma remembers her dad driving them down to the point of the mountain, where he would flip a coin to decide if they went to Saratoga or Geneva. They would also go to Saratoga Hot Springs with the Swedish community for a Midsummer party.
Swedes at Saratoga Pool in Lehi, Utah, in the 1920’s
So how could I not love a shimmering, turquoise, outdoor pool? And this week after mowing the back yard my husband said “well, maybe it’s worth $30,000. to have less lawn to mow.
It seems like he’s caving in…quick, can anyone lend me $30,000?
Her mother was a seamstress and worked every day. Here she has brought a sewing machine outside.
This is grandma on 'Crazy Day' in High School.
Me: Grandma, you were quite the hottie!
Grandma: I don't like how you said 'WERE'...
This story is about their radio. My grandma as a girl in the 1920's was only allowed in the front room if she was dusting the bottoms of the furniture. Her father's radio was in that room and no one was allowed to touch it. He had it all set up to recieve his news channel when he came home from work. Her mother wouldn't tune the radio or use it, and her impression was that her mom was frustrated by the technology and couldn't work it.
