My 2 great grandmother, Aslaug and her husband Ole Olsen Nuten, moved to Rødmyrberget in 1840. Ole died in 1849. In census for 1865, the household was this:
Later on. he must have moved to Kragerø with his family, and got work there. He was employed by Emil Ottesen, but I don't know what kind of trades he did there.
The town was a little conservative, and didn't adopt culture and customs their family took home from sailing around Europe and even longer, easily. They made ships, and in addition, they had to process the lumber for the ships, and then again, cut the trees and ship them to Kragero, Sometimes by land.
There was a lot of Swedes living there. Edward Munch lived there, the famous painter and a lot of other famous people too. And even today, there are a lot of different artists, painters, glas artists and galleries there. Some shops have the original windows with text over the entrance.
Krageroe today has almost the same structure as the town had then and if you google kragero pictures, you will see how it is now.
And their daughter Inger Andrea Tovsen, married Teodor Tovsen, and lived there the rest of her life, and I believe she has about 60 people after her.....
Ole and his wife, Karen, Hanna and Hans Carl went to America. His other son, Ole Andreas, or Ole Andrew Skau, got married in Kragerø, and moved later on to Deerwood and settled there. I heard he had work in a shop selling stuff to the railrow building business. And maybe just went farming afterwards?
They lived on their small farm Roedmyrberget, there in 1865, with his mother, Aslaug (asloug) Knutsdatter Olsen, born about 1814 in Hjartdal, Telemark. She was 52 and possibly a widow. My uncle told us she may have lived in a stone house there on the farm.
I even found out that in the counting for 1910, there were two families living on Rødmyrberget. Maybe the story told by my father, that when they moved there in 1930 ish, there were a collapsed stonebuilding, or the ruins of this at the land. My grandfather was happy to find a lot of bottles in the cellar, thought he might find some alcohol of some kind. But it was all bottles of herb tea, or oil..... My uncle even told me he remember his mother told him, she had to go to her great grandmothers house, a stonebuilding, and light the pipe for her, Aslaug Knutsdatter Olsen. Ole Olsen Skauens mother. Well, this is mysterious, and I am looking forward to learn more.
In 1884 my great grandmother, Anne Helene, got pregnant by a married man, and moved back to Roedmyrberget, her parents small farm and lived there with her grandmother, Aslaug Knutsdatter until she died, 97 years old. My grandmother, Johanne Hansen, was about 6 years old when Anne Helene and her husband Peder Syvertsen got their first son, Ole Andreas, later named Pedersen. They got eleven children together, my gran Johanne was the 12th child. One child died right after he was born, one daughter was about four years old, of meningitis. One son died 17 years old, in Riga, Latvia, he felled overboard and drowned.
Peder Syvertsen, Anne Helenes husband, is registered as a sailor, and emigrated to America in 1880, but came back in 1887. He was a very happy and outgoing person, and I have been told he was singing loud when he drove through the town and everywhere with horse and wagon. I think I remembered he was working in a transport business of some kind. After that, he is registered working at a paper factory. We had two factories in Skien. Skotfos Brug, and Union. My grandfather on my mothers side worked there too, and his father. Later my mothers father worked in a factory called Norsk Hydro, Porsgrunn. During the second world war, the factory was bombed by the Germans. That was my grandfathers day off. Luckily!
It is possible to find all the factory names if you google them.
When my great grandparents both died in 1930, only a month difference, the farm was taken over by their son Isak Pedersen and his wife Olga. I've heard they did nothing good to the farm or the houses, so in 1933 the farm was sold on an auction, forced by loangivers, maybe the bank. My grandparents bought it then, and Johanne and Eivind Nordskog moved in there with some of their children. My father was born in 1917, so he must have been 14 years then. I know he went to a agriculture school for one year, on Frogner, Skien. He learned how to be a milkman....haha.....and I hope he learned more....during the year. My uncle, Bjarne was about 6 years then. They had cows, and pigs. Possibly chicken. I can see that from the chicken running across the picture on my uncle and aunts wedding. My mother told me that once they had a pig who gave born to a lot of piglets. One of the piglets were so tiny and in a bad shape so they had to take it into the house and feed it and keep it warm. It had his sleeping nook under the stove, or woodoven on a blanket. The pig grew and wasn't allowed to go back into the house. But one day when they had let the door open, the pig run like a rocket into the kitchen and tried to force itself underneath the stove, where it used to sleep. But that was long ago, and the pig was huge, so that wasn't possible. I remember my father told me my grandpa got the cock drunk once. The cock was running around like a drunken sailor, screaming and cookelidood like a maniac. Suddenly the cock felled down and went to sleep. It woke up some hours later, and it seemed like it had a hangover and was complaining.....or whining.....
| 001 | 01 | Ole Olsen | 32 | Sillejord | Husfader | g | Husmand | |
| 002 | 01 | Karen Halvorsdatter | 39 | Solum | hans Kone | g | ||
| 003 | 01 | Aslaug Knudsdatter | 52 | Hjerdal | hans Moder | e | ||
| 004 | 01 | Isak Severinsen | 16 | Solum | hans Kones uegte Barn | ug | ||
| 005 | 01 | Andreas Olsen | 7 | Solum | deres Søn | ug | ||
| 006 | 01 | Hanna Olsdatter | 5 | Solum | deres Datter | ug | ||
| 007 | 01 | Anne Olsdatter | 2 | Solum | deres Datter | ug | ||
| 008 | 02 | Ole Evensen | 30 | Bø | Logerende | ug |
There was a lot of Swedes living there. Edward Munch lived there, the famous painter and a lot of other famous people too. And even today, there are a lot of different artists, painters, glas artists and galleries there. Some shops have the original windows with text over the entrance.
Krageroe today has almost the same structure as the town had then and if you google kragero pictures, you will see how it is now.
And their daughter Inger Andrea Tovsen, married Teodor Tovsen, and lived there the rest of her life, and I believe she has about 60 people after her.....
This is from Smedsbukta in Kragerø.
Ole and his wife, Karen, Hanna and Hans Carl went to America. His other son, Ole Andreas, or Ole Andrew Skau, got married in Kragerø, and moved later on to Deerwood and settled there. I heard he had work in a shop selling stuff to the railrow building business. And maybe just went farming afterwards?
They lived on their small farm Roedmyrberget, there in 1865, with his mother, Aslaug (asloug) Knutsdatter Olsen, born about 1814 in Hjartdal, Telemark. She was 52 and possibly a widow. My uncle told us she may have lived in a stone house there on the farm.
This is from Rødmyrberget, but I guess it's in the 50 ties, maybe in the late 50ties. The oldest, is granpa Eivind, and his children and grandchildren.
Johanne and Eivind Nordskog on Rødmyrberget. She died in 1951
I even found out that in the counting for 1910, there were two families living on Rødmyrberget. Maybe the story told by my father, that when they moved there in 1930 ish, there were a collapsed stonebuilding, or the ruins of this at the land. My grandfather was happy to find a lot of bottles in the cellar, thought he might find some alcohol of some kind. But it was all bottles of herb tea, or oil..... My uncle even told me he remember his mother told him, she had to go to her great grandmothers house, a stonebuilding, and light the pipe for her, Aslaug Knutsdatter Olsen. Ole Olsen Skauens mother. Well, this is mysterious, and I am looking forward to learn more.
In 1884 my great grandmother, Anne Helene, got pregnant by a married man, and moved back to Roedmyrberget, her parents small farm and lived there with her grandmother, Aslaug Knutsdatter until she died, 97 years old. My grandmother, Johanne Hansen, was about 6 years old when Anne Helene and her husband Peder Syvertsen got their first son, Ole Andreas, later named Pedersen. They got eleven children together, my gran Johanne was the 12th child. One child died right after he was born, one daughter was about four years old, of meningitis. One son died 17 years old, in Riga, Latvia, he felled overboard and drowned.
Peder Syvertsen, Anne Helenes husband, is registered as a sailor, and emigrated to America in 1880, but came back in 1887. He was a very happy and outgoing person, and I have been told he was singing loud when he drove through the town and everywhere with horse and wagon. I think I remembered he was working in a transport business of some kind. After that, he is registered working at a paper factory. We had two factories in Skien. Skotfos Brug, and Union. My grandfather on my mothers side worked there too, and his father. Later my mothers father worked in a factory called Norsk Hydro, Porsgrunn. During the second world war, the factory was bombed by the Germans. That was my grandfathers day off. Luckily!
It is possible to find all the factory names if you google them.
When my great grandparents both died in 1930, only a month difference, the farm was taken over by their son Isak Pedersen and his wife Olga. I've heard they did nothing good to the farm or the houses, so in 1933 the farm was sold on an auction, forced by loangivers, maybe the bank. My grandparents bought it then, and Johanne and Eivind Nordskog moved in there with some of their children. My father was born in 1917, so he must have been 14 years then. I know he went to a agriculture school for one year, on Frogner, Skien. He learned how to be a milkman....haha.....and I hope he learned more....during the year. My uncle, Bjarne was about 6 years then. They had cows, and pigs. Possibly chicken. I can see that from the chicken running across the picture on my uncle and aunts wedding. My mother told me that once they had a pig who gave born to a lot of piglets. One of the piglets were so tiny and in a bad shape so they had to take it into the house and feed it and keep it warm. It had his sleeping nook under the stove, or woodoven on a blanket. The pig grew and wasn't allowed to go back into the house. But one day when they had let the door open, the pig run like a rocket into the kitchen and tried to force itself underneath the stove, where it used to sleep. But that was long ago, and the pig was huge, so that wasn't possible. I remember my father told me my grandpa got the cock drunk once. The cock was running around like a drunken sailor, screaming and cookelidood like a maniac. Suddenly the cock felled down and went to sleep. It woke up some hours later, and it seemed like it had a hangover and was complaining.....or whining.....
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