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Intro The Family Albert Adolph Betty Joe Harry Ernst Gunnar Einor Gösta * * * Email Gösta * * * Leave a Comment * * * Swede's Dock * * * |
Aunt Betty, a very classy lady who enjoyed the same amused sense of humor Uncle Adolph had, was the only female amongst the boys. She married Knute Hallen, a Swedish born steel mill worker who had immigrated to Trenton, a pretty far distance from the shore in those days. As a consequence, we usually only got to see them during EVENTS (marriages, graduations, etc.). Having no children of their own, there were always quarters (a big deal in the forties and early fifties) for the nieces and nephews. Uncle Knute retired as a longtime foreman from Roebling Steel, which was quite a responsible position at that time. Once he came in our house a little under the weather after visiting Bay Avenue with my folks. I had been working out with a set of weights in the living room (they came home early). He was going to show me how strong he was (I was about 13) and he bent over, grabbed the bar (had about 100 lbs on it), swung it easily right up over his head. The problem was it didn't stop there. The weight caught him by surprise and carried him backward. Scratch one coffee table and a set of weights in the wall. I don't know who my mother was maddest at, me for having the weights in the living room. Or him for the damage. My mother set quite a store by HER furniture. When Aunt Betty died, the cousins all made an extra effort to attend her funeral for Uncle Knute's sake. They had moved to a Swedish retirement community in Budd Lake, at the top of the state. It was the absolute worst day of driving I have ever spent. It had rained that night then the temperature dropped and the roads were a solid sheet of ice. Your mother and I started out figuring it would be cleared up by the time we got on the highway. Well it never cleared up. 75-80 miles half on the shoulder to get traction from the gravel. We never would have made it if we didn't have the VW Beetle. 3-4 hours later we made it late, as was pretty near everyone else, to the funeral home. Lucky we had left an hour early. The only reason no one had turned around was because we didn't want to disappoint Uncle Knute. No sooner got there when it was time to leave. He had made arrangements for services at a crematory in Orange, 40-50 miles away. The ice had started to melt by then but there wasn't enough water to wash the roads clean. No windshield washer on that little car. There we are trying to stay in a funeral procession going 50-60 MPH across the state, traffic lites and all, solid mud coming off the tires of the car in front. Made it in time for the end of the services figuring "OK, we'll hop on the Parkway and shoot home,". Oh no, no good. He had made arrangements for a large dinner wake at the premier restaurant in Budd Lake. So back we go. To top it all off, it was dark when we left for home and I got lost. I think Tommy was following me, so his day finished up pretty good too. We all thought a lot of Uncle Knute and Aunt Betty. (to the best of my recollection) on the left.} End of BettyThe address of this page is: http://www.SwedesDock/family/betty.htm#start You can email the author at NMFS-BITES-BIG-TIME@SwedesDock.com Let me know what you think in the anonymous form below.
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