Back to Galesburg

The response to yesterday’s post about my familial connection to the Swedish expatriate community of Galesburg was so overwhelmingly positive that I thought I’d spend a little more time in the archives this evening and share a few more facts about my immigrant family’s past in Illinois.

First, I should correct something that I said yesterday. I said that my Swedish great-great grandfather, who lived in Galesburg, was named August Jacobson. His actual name, however, was Johann August Jakobsson. “Jacobson” was just the Americanized version of the family name. [I’m told that he also went by Gus, and not August.] Here’s a photo of my great-great grandfather enjoying life in the Swedish expatriate paradise of Galesburg, Illinois with my great-great grandmother, Anna Gustafa Nilsson Jacobson. [I’m assuming that her married name was Jacobson, as they married in the United States, after August had changed the family surname, but I’ve never seen their marriage certificate. I suppose it could say Jakobsson, but I think it’s unlikely.]

[My grandmother told me that her parents cracked eggs in their coffee, spoke Swedish around the house, baked their asses off every weekend, and feasted on eels over the holidays.]

Johann August Jakobsson was born November 23, 1870 in Ovra Wannborga, on the island of Öland, to a family of farmers. [Öland, which you can see below, is the second largest of the Swedish islands, and the smallest of the traditional provinces of Sweden. I’m told that, as of 1992, the farm was still in the family, operated by a Leif Jakobsson.]

[I was told by a Swedish acquaintance a few years ago that it totally made sense that my ancestors in Galesburg had a fondness for the taste of eel flesh, as the creatures are known to follow a migration path that takes them around the island of Öland.]

Well, my great-great grandfather left the island of Öland, and immigrated to Galesburg in April, 1897. And Anna Gustafa Nilsson, his wife, and my great-great grandmother, who was born in Dahlsland, Sweden on May 19, 1871, left her homeland four years later, arriving in the United States May 18, 1891. Anna, I should also note, was August’s second wife in America, having lost his first wife to illness shortly after they were married, and before they had any children. [I can remember my grandmother telling me that her father stayed close with his first wife’s parents, who also lived in Galesburg. She said they were like grandparents to her.]

On the subject of untimely death, it’s also worth nothing that August was not the only member of the Jakobsson family to immigrate to America. my great-great grandfather’s brother, J. Emil, also came to Galesburg, but was killed at the age of 23, while working on the railroad. [I’ve never been, but I’m told that he’s mentioned my name in the Galesburg railroad museum.]

Galesburg, I should note, as it was the first major stop for trains leaving west from Chicago, is a big railroad town. [My grandmother’s sister, Marilyn, says that she can remember going to the depot to see the first Zephyr to ever run out of Chicago.] In fact, as I understand it, Galesburg has, or at least had, one of the nation’s largest “hump yards,” where train cars are moved between tracks, and routed to their final destinations. As I understand it, a huge percentage of trains were sent from Chicago to Galesburg, about 200 miles to the northwest, and that’s where they were they were rerouted to wherever it was that they were going. And, as a result, a lot of people in Galesburg worked for “the railroad,” which, in those days, meant the Chicago, Burlington and Quincy Railroad (CB&Q).

Among my family members to work for the CB&Q was my great-great grandfather, who, according to what I’ve heard, went out on strike in the early 1900s, and never returned to the railroad. [He eventually found work at a manufacturing plant where my grandmother would eventually got a job in the office. And, after that, he started working for the water department in Galesburg.]

My great grandfather, John Lambie, the Scotsman who married Violet, the daughter of Anna and August, also worked for the railroad in Galesburg. Here he is heading to work. [He came to America as a child with his parents.]

Again, I don’t imagine this going to be of interest to anyone that I’m not related to, but, really, I’d much rather write about this than the current state of our nation.

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4 Comments

  1. ChrisG
    Posted March 26, 2019 at 7:21 am | Permalink

    Well, I found these two posts interesting and a welcome diversion from the world disintegrating around us. Thanks for sharing.

  2. wobblie
    Posted March 26, 2019 at 7:54 am | Permalink

    Aloha, there are so many cool things about Galesburg. The inventor of the Ferris Wheel comes from Galesburg. The Marx Brothers got there nick names there when performing at the local vaudeville theater. Carl Sandburg was born there, and Ronald Reagan attended grade school. The author of “Civic Biology” the text book involved in the Scopes Monkey Trial was a professor at the local college. And to top it all off, it was a Swedish haven.
    It looks like it would be a fun place to spend a couple of days, particularly in June when they have there Railroad Days festival.
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galesburg,_Illinois

  3. Meta
    Posted March 26, 2019 at 8:32 am | Permalink

    One hopes your family did not lose anyone 1,500 years ago, on Oland, at the Massacre of Sandby Borg.

    From Archaeological Institute of America:

    The scene might have been lifted from the pages of a Scandinavian crime novel: Under a steely sky, a half-dozen skeletons emerge from the cold, wet earth. A strip of yellow and blue tape, fluttering in the wind blowing in from the Baltic Sea, holds back curious onlookers. Portable fences, the kind that go up around construction sites, form a protective ring-within-a-ring around the scene. Yellow plastic stakes mark the spots where bodies, some with clear evidence of brutal blows to the head with an ax or other edged weapon, have already been found.

    Slowly, trowelful by trowelful, a 12-person team of investigators is excavating the scene of a gruesome mass murder on Öland, an island several miles off the coast of Sweden. In the last five years, they’ve found body after body, sprawled out with many of their bones shattered, on the rough limestone slabs and gravel floor of a 1,500-square-foot house. But it’s a cold case.

    The floor is part of a house—the scene of the crime—surrounded by an oval ring of stones and earth, the remains of what was once a wall. Built around A.D. 400, it encircled an area the size of a football field. Now called Sandby Borg, the site is one of more than a dozen similar “borgs,” or forts, on Öland, all built during the Migration Period, a tumultuous era in Europe that began in the fourth century A.D. and hastened the collapse of the Roman Empire. The forts were like safe rooms in case of a siege or surprise attack and could be reached within a few minutes at a dead run from surrounding farms. Sandby Borg’s 15-foot-high ramparts once protected 53 houses and their stores of food. What remains of Sandby Borg’s walls now surround a flat expanse of grass, and aren’t even tall enough to break the strong winds. But 1,500 years ago, Sandby Borg would have been impossible to miss.

    Despite its defensive advantages, its end was violent and swift. In a sudden onslaught not long after its construction, its residents were slaughtered, with just enough warning before the attack to hide their valuables. Their bodies were left where they lay, on the floors of their homes and even in smoldering fire pits. The houses were closed up and the place was abandoned. It wasn’t looted after the murders, and neighbors on the densely populated island didn’t interfere with the site, so archaeologists believe that the area was considered taboo for years after the attack. As the turf walls of its houses collapsed, Sandby Borg became a shallow grave, with bones concealed just inches below the surface. It’s unique, says Helena Victor, an archaeologist at the Kalmar County Museum on the mainland just across from the island, because the attack and destruction were so sudden, and the site was never resettled. “This intact moment of an ordinary day is very important, because we know so little about daily life at this time,” she says.

    Read more:
    https://www.archaeology.org/issues/207-1603/features/4158-sweden-sandbyborg-massacre

  4. John Brown
    Posted March 26, 2019 at 8:50 am | Permalink

    Meta, sounds like those Sandby Borgers should have been getting gunned up for defense against those axe murdering fascists. The more things change, the more they stay the same!

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