“The house had a thatched roof which blew off occasionally”: memories of a 19th-century Swedish girlhood
See here for the background to Augusta’s story, as well as links to all related posts.
Sturup, the hamlet of about fifteen houses where Augusta grew up, no longer exists as such*; it was within the footprint of what is now Malmö Airport. I can find nothing online about its history, which seems to make her memoir of her time as a little farm girl there all the more valuable and worth preserving.
*[Edit: true, but Augusta's homestead is apparently still extant! See comment from Susan Hylander Duncan at the foot of this post]


