Wadmal blankets, do they make them any more?
We had a summer cottage when I grew up, nothing fancy we had no electricity or running water. The cottage was placed at the top of a mountain outside Gothenburg by a village called Jonsered (I’ve shown You photographs from Jonsered before in my old blog). The area was called America, the story tells that a man working in the factory in Jonsered had told everyone that he was moving to America and one day he left. The problem was that he didn’t have any money to buy the ticket, so he hid up on the mountain for a couple of years and one day he walked back and told everyone how great America was🙂🙂🙂
This is of course not true but I can’t say why it was called America, another area nearby was called Jericho. Most of Jericho got destroyed though when they built the highway to Stockholm. The truth is that the factory owner gave permission to the employed to star an allotment area up on the mountain and if they so wished they could build a small cottage. Anyhow, I don’t know how we got one but we did and family and friends used to stay there on weekends during summer. But one day we all sort of forgot the place most parts of the year so it stood empty most of the time.
Until I was around 13 years old that is, that was when I started to go there myself and could stay there all weekend if I so wished. Mostly I biked there and besides some extra clothes and food I also brought an empty 10 liter (2,6 US gallons) container so I could go and get some water. We had a well somewhere in the forest but I almost never found it, so I had to walk around 5 km (3,1 miles) to a well with very clean water and then walk back with that heavy container🙂 You might wonder why I didn’t use the bike but have You ever tried to have a container that big on a bike without dropping it🙂🙂🙂
The food was usually easy to make or I used a camping stove and that stove was very useful when making a cup of tea🙂 I didn’t have a radio or tv of course but still the days just flew by, kids in that age (at least back then) never have any problems making time fly away. I especially remember when going to bed and how damp the wadmal blanket was and that it despite that smelled nice. It was a heavy blanket and it was filled with something that looked like very, very thick cotton but it might have been wool though. I wonder if one can find a blanket like that now days, the modern kinds have sort of pushed those old ones away no matter how great they were.