In a letter from Myrtle (my grandmother) to my parents dated 6/27/1996, she writes:
I often wondered about her [Harold's mother]. She came from the same place in Sweden where Mom [Anna Kringsberg Liden] came from. Harold and I went to church with Mom on Sunday, and Rev. Lundell, the minister, came right over and said "You must be Mom's youngest brother, I'd know you any place." Mom said, "Oh no, that's Myrtle's boyfriend." In our wedding picture so many people commented about Harold and I looked so much alike. I've never said this to anyone before but I have thought of it often, just a thought, I don't think his mom really knew who his father was as the names on his birth certificate and baptism certificate were different. I just haven't wanted to check into his family. His mom was a Hendrickson, tho.
Several of the kids have wanted to check on our family history and I've kind of discouraged it. "Why not let sleeping dogs lie?"
Pretty much sums up how both sides of my family felt about family history and events.
I'm sure other families have these kinds of "skeletons in the closet"!!
