The barn door is missing from this barn. This picture was taken of my brother and I a couple of years ago by a newspaper photographer. You see, my grandfather probably ran and played in this barn as a young boy and probably did chores as a young teen, 140 years ago. Then at the age of 17 came with his father to America. His father returned home leaving him in America to work with his brother in the lumber industry. My brother and I returned to Sweden, the island of Öland, to see our roots. The local paper did an article about our story. We walked where grandpa Gus walked.
My search of my roots to get to this doorway took 7 years. But the paper journey was as almost as spectacular as the "barn" itself. The day after this picture was taken we had a family reunion dinner with 60 relatives -relatives that a year before were non-existent.
I wonder, 140 years from now what kind of legacy will I Be remembered for? I guess I had better get to work.