I was able to borrow some boxes with old documents from Hosjö east of Falun, the parish of my great grandfathers ancestors.
Among the documents there were plenty of old invitation cards, from the end of the 18th century and forward. They had been passed between the farms, some written by hand, others printed.
Every little card remind of an event, often a newborn child, a marriage, or a death. The Diary is a way to remember them. Please join.
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