Oh my goodness (Augusta update)
I’ve had an exciting couple of comments on the blog today from a lovely person who’s apparently a relative of Augusta Parsons Hylander, whose memoir I’ve been transcribing and posting here.
The comments (here and here) are really helpful, particularly in that they reveal a rather amazing piece of information about Augusta’s childhood home in Sturup. It’s not gone forever. The village was indeed, as I’d understood from my clearly inadequate research, within the footprint of Malmö Airport, and was apparently dismantled. But Augusta’s actual homestead is, it seems, still there, and still in use. They built the airport around it.
*books ticket* (no, not really. I wish.) But isn’t that fantastic?
Susan, the commenter, also mentions that there is a book in existence that documents the lost village, although I don’t know whether it’s in English.
I am full of questions: why was that homestead saved when the rest of the village was lost? What is its use now – do people live there? With an airport surrounding them? That seems unlikely, so presumably there’s another explanation. In any case, I’m fascinated. I’ll post more here as I learn it.
