Tears of My Fathers

My grandmother, Helen Clasen-Tissell was a storyteller. She always told me stories of her childhood for hours whenever I would see her. My grandma would insist that I take something from her "souvenir" drawer, as I may never see her again. She wanted something for me to remember her by. She lived to 3 months short of 100, at which time I inherited her father's writings, all in Swedish. This was probably because I was the only one in the families who knew basic Swedish. This story then, is the le