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| Andersonville aka Swedetown |
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| Swedish Water Tower |
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| Dad getting ready to find his roots |
We took the Metra into Chicago again today. Dad had an exciting day planned for us at the Swedish American Museum. Mom packed a book!
The Museum is in a community of Chicago called Andersonville. The Swedish immigrants started moving there in the 1850's. In March of 2010 the United States Government designated it a National Historic District.
We were there so Dad could discover his roots. He tried to drag it out as long a possible but even
for him the museum only took about an hour. Mom didn't even get to read her book. We then walked around the town. It was a beautiful day so we sat on a bench and had cookies from a Swedish bakery and coffee from Starbucks (Mom said it was Swedish). Then we found a Swedish tavern called Simon's so of course Dad needed to check it out. Simon Lundberg opened it in the 1920's as a food shop. During Prohibition he wasn't allowed to sell alcohol but he made a lot of money by lacing his coffee with whiskey. After Prohibition ended he dropped the food part and opened the tavern. They had Viking helmets and Swedish flags and plenty of nautical stuff so Dad was pretty darn happy.
Apparently Nato and the protesters don't care too much about the Swedes cause we didn't run into a single one. I guess they were busy downtown causing enough of a ruckus.
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| Mom (and others) waiting for Dad to get done at the museum |
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| Dad getting a little friendly |
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| Dad and a Swedish Dala horse |
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| Simons pickeled herring sign |
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| Dad and Mom at Simon's |
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