This Swedish bread plate literally fell out of the roll top desk my mother took with her when she moved to assisted living recently. (It’s a very nice place and we’re all very relieved our mother has taken to the new place so well, is eating better, and also is no longer driving.)
My Swedish is abysmal but I think the inscription, “Bättre grov kaka än ingen smaka,” translates as “Better coarse bread than none.” If readers who know colloquial Swedish have a better translation, please let me know!
I have to believe this is my great-grandmother’s bread plate, or perhaps even her mother Carolina Larsdotter’s possession. Anna’s nephew, her brother’s son, came from Sweden to visit the family in Chicago. Perhaps the bread plate was a gift to his aunt.
I’ve written about my Swedish great-grandmother, Anna Larsdotter Hann, before. I admire her for raising three children under the age of five, including her […]