The memories my father told me
As I said before, he worked as an insurance seller and district inspector at Aura Mutual Insurance Company. He drove long distances throughout Southern Finland. In the winter, he had to drive by full speed, when long and often streets covered with a thick snow rise hills to avoid getting his car stucking in snow. It could have been fatal in severe winter frosts. He drove even in quite deserted areas.
He was protected by our Heavenly Father from ever being involved in a car accident, even though he had been driving for almost 30 years. Once, he was in danger, when he picked up a man dressed in a woman's clothes who hitchhiked at the roadside. As the hitchhiker raised his hand inside the car, Dad saw that his wrist were covered with hairy skin, and Dad quickly drove to a place where other people were nearby and asked the man to leave.
The next funny incident happened to him. He had been selling insurance for a customer and said that he would continue his journey beside Lohja, to Virkkala. Therefore, the client asked my father to take his wife in the car and take her to Lohja, where she had relatives. Father took a woman weighing about 150 kg.
Approaching Lohja, shit started to smell in the car. Dad thought the woman had defecated in her pants. Dad opened the side window of the car, but the smell of shit just increased! By then my father had not yet visited Lohja and did not know that it was the emissions of a cellulose mill in Lohja.
On the way, it happened that when he was already near Lohja, there was a big pit on the dirt road and when my father drove there, the support structure of seat under that heavy woman's failed. As a result, it and the woman in her seat fell through the bottom down the road. It did lead to sudden braking. She only exclaimed, "Oops! This can't happen!"
Because my dad was a well-behaved and good-looking gentleman, sometimes in the customers house, the host began to behave in a threatening and jealous way. Especially if he came to his home and saw unexpectedly my father there talking to his wife. Even in those situations, dad did wisely and left the house in good time. Some drunk customers were most dangerous.
My father's ancestors history
The following two memories lead me to my father's family history. According to old oral tradition, his ancestor had at some point lived in the village of Katung, Norway. From there they first emigrated to Sweden in the 14th century. At that time, the surname was Norrhåll, that means North. I have not found that name in all of Scandinavia through the internet, so it has disappeared into the dark of history.
One of my grandfathers, Jacob Jacobsson, excelled in Gustav Vasa's army during the 16th century as an officer in the army and in war with the Russian army. He was rewarded by Gustav Vasa on a large mantel farm in the village of Skaftung, in the municipality of Sideby. It is located on the coast of Southern Ostrobothnia. Located in western Finland.
Father told me that his ancestors had come from Sweden by ship across the sea and had first landed on the coast of the Kaskinen and moved from there to what is now called Skaftung. The name was given to a new, previously uninhabited region and, according to tradition, is derived from a village community called Katung in ancient Norway. However, I have not found it by name on the internet in Norway.
According to an old map I saw on the net, the space was 0.9 mt or about 1,800 ha (4,448 ac). It was mostly forest and was located on the shore of the Bothnian Sea. In addition, the king promised to the descendants of my father that in 430 years they would receive the honor of the noble family. Why exactly that year amount? (By the way, Israel was a slave to Egypt for the same length of time)
That time came in the late 20th century and my dad asked me if I want him to redeem that noble prefix "von" for our family name? It would then have cost FIM 30,000 and would have required a change of surname. I said I didn't want a name change. By that time, I had been born in The Holy Spirit and got a royal priesthood that is much more noble than any secular nobility.
Since my father Paulus was not a professing Christian, I did not tell him of that real reason for my reluctance to change my surname. Neither did my siblings want to change our surname.
Of the heavenly, royal priesthood, the Apostle Peter wrote, 1. Peter. 2:6-10.
>>6 Because it is contained in Scripture, "Behold, I lay in Zion a chief cornerstone, chosen, and precious: He who believes in him will not be disappointed."
7 For you therefore who believe is the honor, but for such as are disobedient, "The stone which the builders rejected, Has become the chief cornerstone,"
8 and, "A stone of stumbling, and a rock of offense." For they stumble at the word, being disobedient, whereunto also they were appointed.
9 But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for Elohim's own possession, that you may show forth the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light:
10 who in time past were no people, but now are Elohim's people, who had not obtained mercy, but now have obtained mercy.<<
Peter referred to the Old Covenant Scriptures given to Israel, that is Tanakh, because at that time the present Bible had not yet been compiled. The New Covenant Scriptures and only the "canonized" Scriptures selected from them were added to Tanakh about 300 years after the teachings of Peter. It is worth clarifying which "Scriptures" were originally concerned.
A grandfather named Josef was very wealthy back then. He owned a lot of forest. In order to sell abroad products such as tar and timber, he built 7 schooner ships, up to 60 meters long, traditional cargo-sailing vessels. The ships were laden with many other merchandise too that were exported by sea overseas abroad.
Those three old Swedish families have each moved to Finland for centuries. However, we are not immigrants because at that time Finland was part of Greater Sweden. After my ancestors left Norway and lived in Sweden and then in the former Swedish province called Finland, they lived all the time in Sweden, their home country.
Where my ancient ancestors moved to Norway has faded into the dark of history. My father's family appearance, temperament, black curly hair, curved nose and blood type AB do not refer to the Scandinavian race. My mother was also dark-haired and temperamental.
One fond memory of my father is this: We were still living in Lohja township. It was summer in 1957 and we were already living on Virkkalantie. Dad took me and Pirkko on a fishing trip near the Liessaari bridge.
We each tried to fish in the warm sunshine. Dad had a long fishing rod and we kids had a short one. Dad caught three fish: a big bream, a perch and a roach. We kids caught not fish. Getting fish was a minor issue for me. The most important thing was to be with Dad! He died 2012. RIP.
Father told me that his ancestors had come from Sweden by ship across the sea and had first landed on the coast of the Kaskinen and moved from there to what is now called Skaftung. The name was given to a new, previously uninhabited region and, according to tradition, is derived from a village community called Katung in ancient Norway. However, I have not found it by name on the internet in Norway.
According to an old map I saw on the net, the space was 0.9 mt or about 1,800 ha (4,448 ac). It was mostly forest and was located on the shore of the Bothnian Sea. In addition, the king promised to the descendants of my father that in 430 years they would receive the honor of the noble family. Why exactly that year amount? (By the way, Israel was a slave to Egypt for the same length of time)
That time came in the late 20th century and my dad asked me if I want him to redeem that noble prefix "von" for our family name? It would then have cost FIM 30,000 and would have required a change of surname. I said I didn't want a name change. By that time, I had been born in The Holy Spirit and got a royal priesthood that is much more noble than any secular nobility.
Since my father Paulus was not a professing Christian, I did not tell him of that real reason for my reluctance to change my surname. Neither did my siblings want to change our surname.
Of the heavenly, royal priesthood, the Apostle Peter wrote, 1. Peter. 2:6-10.
>>6 Because it is contained in Scripture, "Behold, I lay in Zion a chief cornerstone, chosen, and precious: He who believes in him will not be disappointed."
7 For you therefore who believe is the honor, but for such as are disobedient, "The stone which the builders rejected, Has become the chief cornerstone,"
8 and, "A stone of stumbling, and a rock of offense." For they stumble at the word, being disobedient, whereunto also they were appointed.
9 But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for Elohim's own possession, that you may show forth the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light:
10 who in time past were no people, but now are Elohim's people, who had not obtained mercy, but now have obtained mercy.<<
Peter referred to the Old Covenant Scriptures given to Israel, that is Tanakh, because at that time the present Bible had not yet been compiled. The New Covenant Scriptures and only the "canonized" Scriptures selected from them were added to Tanakh about 300 years after the teachings of Peter. It is worth clarifying which "Scriptures" were originally concerned.
The story of my ancestor Josef
A grandfather named Josef was very wealthy back then. He owned a lot of forest. In order to sell abroad products such as tar and timber, he built 7 schooner ships, up to 60 meters long, traditional cargo-sailing vessels. The ships were laden with many other merchandise too that were exported by sea overseas abroad.
The schooners were built from big oak hulls purchased from Tammisaari, which were floated by sea to Skaftung, where they were cut into boards and built into those big schooners. If the told length of the ships (60 m, 65.6 yd) is correct, what I doubt, then every schooner had 4 masts.
According to tradition, Josef had to recruit sailors, who were almost completely unknown, to every schooner. On one voyage, all the schooners were hit by a severe storm and collapsed. At that time, all the valuables in them were in the hands of the discoverers of the coasts.
There was no insurance for the ships at that time. It was a huge financial loss. I wondered if my grandfather also sold strong alcohol, then maybe the Adonai would punish him by that accident (?)
My last name, Norrgård, means North Manor House. It is not the original name of my ancestors, but comes from the late 16th century, the name of the mantle estate in Skaftung. Other potential relatives, who moved to Skaftung at the same time, were Teirfolk and Ingves. They each got their mantle space next to my grandfather's estate.
There was no insurance for the ships at that time. It was a huge financial loss. I wondered if my grandfather also sold strong alcohol, then maybe the Adonai would punish him by that accident (?)
Background information for my last name
My last name, Norrgård, means North Manor House. It is not the original name of my ancestors, but comes from the late 16th century, the name of the mantle estate in Skaftung. Other potential relatives, who moved to Skaftung at the same time, were Teirfolk and Ingves. They each got their mantle space next to my grandfather's estate.
Those three old Swedish families have each moved to Finland for centuries. However, we are not immigrants because at that time Finland was part of Greater Sweden. After my ancestors left Norway and lived in Sweden and then in the former Swedish province called Finland, they lived all the time in Sweden, their home country.
Where my ancient ancestors moved to Norway has faded into the dark of history. My father's family appearance, temperament, black curly hair, curved nose and blood type AB do not refer to the Scandinavian race. My mother was also dark-haired and temperamental.
Lovely memory of my father
One fond memory of my father is this: We were still living in Lohja township. It was summer in 1957 and we were already living on Virkkalantie. Dad took me and Pirkko on a fishing trip near the Liessaari bridge.
We each tried to fish in the warm sunshine. Dad had a long fishing rod and we kids had a short one. Dad caught three fish: a big bream, a perch and a roach. We kids caught not fish. Getting fish was a minor issue for me. The most important thing was to be with Dad! He died 2012. RIP.
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