Anna Larsdotter Hann’s Swedish portrait is my Treasure Chest Thursday post.

This carte-de-viste photograph of my great-grandmother is one of my prized possessions. Thanks to the photographer’s imprint on the mount, I know she had it taken in the town of Kopparberg (Copper Mountain) in Örebro Län, Sweden. It’s about 35 kilometers between Kopparberg and Anna’s hometown of Lindesberg. I wonder how long it took her to get to the photographer? 

I suspect this was taken just before she left her birthplace on 7 May 1888 for Göteborg, Sweden. From Göteborg, she sailed to Hull, England. There she booked passage on the SS Marsdin for Ishpeming, Michigan. 

Anna Larsdotter Hann's Swedish Portrait

Anna Larsdotter Hann (1863-1925), Kopparberg, Sweden.

I’ve talked before about Anna and how much I admire her for raising my grandmother, and another daughter and son alone after she was widowed at the age of 33. I don’t have many photographs of her, but this is by far my favorite. How brave she was!

Anna Larsdotter Hann was born on 17 May 1863 on the family farm at Bjorklund, near Lindesberg, Örebro Län, Sweden. The eldest of five siblings, Anna never again saw her parents or her brother, Per Israel, who remained in Sweden, when she emigrated.

She eventually had the company of her brothers, Carl Anders and Lars Erik, and her sister, Hedda Karolina, who joined her in Michigan. About 1894, Anna and her husband, children, and sister Hedda moved to Chicago.

I’ve had good luck with her family line, as both sides lived in or near Lindesberg for many generations. That’s Anna’s baptism record at the top of this post.

It’s also nice to stop and revisit Anna and this photograph because I’m filled with gloom at the bricks remaining in the wall between me and Anna’s husband, Gottfried Hann. I hired a German-language researcher to read the Illinois Staats-Zeitung for obituaries for Gottfried and she found several, along with his elusive birthdate and place. YAY!

So then I got overconfident and thought it would be cake to stroll through the LDS microfilm for his tiny Austrian town and find his baptismal record. But he’s not there and neither is his brother. Gloom, gloom, gloom.

But Anna Larsdotter Hann never gave up and neither will I. Not until I find her husband, who’s out there in some historical record somewhere.

UPDATE: Here’s how I found Gottfried Hann – here and here.