We watched from the roadside as a young man was mowing the yard. We decided not to bother him...Yet!
Lian drove us to the place we were going to stay, called....Viskadalens Folkhogskola & Kursgard... (Whisper Dale or Valley Adult Peoples School and Sports Ground)
Whisper is the name of the small river that flows through Seglora.
They have dorms for the people who come to seminars and take "extension" courses.
We went to the office and took what they offered us for a room. Other than that room they were booked up for the weekend. It was one room with a toilet and sink room. We were to share a kitchen. (one on each floor) We felt OK with it as we paid only $40.00 a night.
We left our luggage and headed back to Storehagen.
Robin's grandfather , Per Johan, would have inherited the home as the oldest son but he went to America in 1910 and the next oldest son, Adolph, took it over. When he died his oldest living son, Torston, took over the farm and inherited it. He had no children but his "wife" had three girls and the house was now in the hands of one of his "grandchildren", Helen Johansson.
Here we were, looking at Storehagen- of Hagberg Storybook fame.
The young man, Hans Andersson, was the "significant other" of the inheriting granddaughter and he invited us in after hearing who we were. Helen was in the neighboring town getting groceries.
We walked through the house with reverence. The ceilings were low and the windows bright. Hans showed us around and explained the things they had done to remodel and renovate through the years. He seemed to think the roof had been changed by raising it so there could be rooms upstairs but I remember reading somewhere that there was sleeping space up there for the children in earlier years. Anyway the tiny house is still tiny.
As we entered the living area- right there hanging on the wall , was the same picture of August Persson and Anna Britta Lund that we have seen in Per Johan's records. Hans said he and Helen didn't know who the people were but thought they should keep the picture there where it always had been. There was also a wedding picture of Adolph and Ida. (We've seen that one before, too.)
We walked around in wonderment, thinking we were walking where they had walked, looked at the place where the large, old fireplace/stove had been (replaced with a like but smaller version) .
We looked out the windows to see what they would have seen. Across the meadow, past the old stone bridge, was the church and graveyard. 
We walked out into the yard, took some pictures and asked if we could return again... and again. Hans was very sweet (and good looking) and said, "Of course, Yes!"
We then went to Kinna (I have always said Key-nah ...in my map reading ... but find that it is pronounced She-nah...the K is SH!) to do some food shopping. With provisions in hand, Lian returned us to our lodgings for the night. Lian went home with plans to return day after tomorrow to take us to church in nearby Boras.
We had told Lian at the early planning for the trip that we wanted to spend the whole time in Seglora. I think she had to scratch to find a place she thought was good enough for us. She looked a bit questioning about the "school" set up and I think she was making plans right then to find another place. more about that later.
Tomorrow, Saturday, we will be picked up by another cousin, Anita Thim, to be shown around Fritsla, the weaving mill and factory town in Maria Louisa's life.
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