Andrew Peterson and Hilda Maria Johnson

When his mother died, I guess I must have been with my mother there, as I can remember seeing her die, and then I forgot everything else; only that Uncle had gone to catch fish for her and when he came home, she was dead. Then my mind is blank, but after that my mother and father gave up their soldier home and moved back there where my mother was born as they had a farm.
The farm was rented from a big landlord, but my great grandparents and my grandparents had lived there, so after my grandfather [Erick Ersson Ronnberg] died, my grandmother married Uncle’s father. I don’t know anything about him [Erick’s father, Erick Abrahamsson Gillen] before that, but knowing Erick, you would think that his father would have been a very bright and intelligent man, but I guess he had not had any schooling, so he could not read nor write, and he was not mechanical. He was a very hard worker with the axe and spade, but if the handles came off, he could not put them on. Uncle did not get his intelligence from him, neither temperament, for his father was very hot-tempered.
Well, my father bought horses and implements at the auction and took care of the farm for they [the grandfathers] could not. Aunt Stava was an invalid, Aunt Josephina was about 14; and Uncle was only 11; and his father needed a home, so they all stayed there. After that, we grew up together. He was four years older than me. We used to herd cows and horses in the field. There were big piles of stones in the hills and we used to build houses of them. He built houses for me; and there was one big hill there that puts me in mind of the Hill Cumorah now. There was one end of it that was lower and gravelly and when we had the chance, we used to dig in the gravel; we had this idea that there should be something buried inside that hill. When Uncle was on his last mission, he told me he visited these places. He wished I could have been there with him. How we should have enjoyed those memories. We always liked to be together. We used to eat bread and milk out of the same bowl lots of times.
I can’t remember my grandmother more than she was sick and I saw her die. I can remember my Great Grandmother better. She was over 80 when she died. I did not see my grandfather, [Erick Ersson Ronnberg], but they said he was a very kind and good man. Uncle’s father stayed with us as long as my father had the farm, after Uncle had gone on his [First] mission. He was there [in Dacksta] and died when your father came back on his second mission.
After I got older so that we went out together among the young people, we got very much attached to each other for he was so good. I never saw him angry. He never swore, or used tobacco, or drank. He had a strong character. He could not be led astray. As for religion, we belonged to the State Church—that was Lutheran. We did not have to be what you may call “religious” to belong to the state church, so we went to dances.
His room as a child, I don’t know, but I have to tell about his room after he was older. After we moved there, he and his father had a room together joining the kitchen. There was another little room that we used for a store room, and he wanted to fix that for himself, so he cleaned it and papered it. He had a bed and two chairs and a half-round table, varnished with a gilt flower in the middle; a nice curtain for the window, and he got a stove. I don’t know where he got that as there were no stoves used then. There was no chimney to that room, so he just put the stove pipe through the roof. I kept that room clean. We had that room to ourselves. If we could not be together in the daytime, we had to have some talks in the evening, so I went in there before I went to bed. We seemed to have so much to talk about. When we were working as we had to in the fields in the summertime, we always worked close together so we could talk. If we went anywhere, whether it was to work or to church, we were together. It seemed we could not be separated and the folks were so used to us being together that if there was any work to do, they put us together.
While we were younger, my parents did not believe in playing cards, but Uncle had found some cards—only low ones—so he wrote “Kings” and “Queens”. So when we went out to do chores at noon, we would go up on the hayloft and play cards for a while, and was it fun! I guess because we had to steal away to do it, but we got over that. We did not play cards any more when we got older. I don’t think that he ever played cards again. He had his girlfriends, and I had boyfriends, so we were not friendly that way; but I don’t know how two people could be truer friends than we were.
We used to wonder and say we did not know how we could separate for we realized that we could not be together all our lives. The time came, when there was a religious revival, and we got religious then. But the religion we heard was not satisfactory so we did not join any sect. A few young people got together and we would read the Bible—until a Mormon Elder, C. P. Larson, came. We both embraced the gospel and were baptized the same day. About a year after that, he was called on a mission as a local Elder. He was willing to go, and I was willing for him to go—but we worried over saying “good-bye”, so I have to tell you how that happened. He had to take the Steamer to Stockholm, and that passed Oregrund where the Westins lived [Amanda Westin would become Erick’s future wife]. So a few of us went with him and we stayed there at the Westin Home. The Steamer was to come by there at eleven o’clock in the evening and they had to row out to meet it. While we were sitting, talking, we heard the whistle and we all rushed to get the boat that went out—but when we got there, that boat had gone. There was a girl there with us. I don’t know who she was, but she got hold of a boat and he jumped in. I don’t think we had time to shake hands, so that worry was over. We only wrote to each other after that. My Father and Uncle were very chummy. There was never an unkind word between them, and we were a very happy family.
Uncle was looked up to by both old and young. I wish I had the language to tell more about him for he was so good to all. I have forgotten so much. [end of letter]
Erick and his father who was bereaved and unhappy when his wife died, lived on in the family home; Erick’s half-sister, Anna, and her husband, Anders Jansson Gron, who was also a farmer; and their small children came and lived with them and helped with the farm. Erick and his father worked together.
The limited schooling that Erick received in his childhood days continued to his fourteenth year, and was of the quality usually found in the village schools of the day. His earnest desire to learn came not from books alone; he drew many lessons from life and nature, in its various phases as he grew up amidst glorious surroundings. The forests and flowers provided understanding and peace.
Erick desired the beautiful in life. His chaste, sweet mind yearned for knowledge. By the time he was fourteen, he could work right along with his father, doing efficient work as a carpenter—making many constructive articles with but simple tools. He seemed to have the ability to succeed in whatever task he attempted. When he was fifteen years old, he went to read for the Priest Fricsen in Hokhufvud’s Church of Sweden. He received a New Testament. He was a Lutheran, and as time went on he began to think of life hereafter. He was consistent, faithful and kind. He lived in harmony with scriptural teachings.
In the year, 1873, [he was 20 years old] on May 26th, he entered the Regiment until June 17, 1874. The Bible had been Erick’s chief consolation in his youth and the best evidence of divine purposes. At the age of 25 years, the spirit of God worked upon him and he became more interested in his salvation. His life was marked by spiritual growth attained through great hardships. He was devoted to God’s will, and as he read about baptism in the Bible, he realized it was not like his baptism. He read and searched, but could not find any religion that taught the way the Bible did.
In the fall of 1877, he went to Stockholm to hear the Baptists preach, but he did not hear any. He and some of his friends began studying the Bible. On March 25, 1878, he went to a town called Ano where he talked to some called “Sinfree” sect. They had been baptized, but had no leader called of God. He still sought the right, and on June 30, that same year, he went to Gimo Bruk in Upland, and there conversed with a C. Gustafsson of the Mormon Church. As he read John 3:35, “Jesus answered, Verily,verily, I say unto thee, except a man be born of water and of the spirit, he cannot enter into the Kingdom of God”, a testimony came to him which he could never forget. He borrowed a Danish Bible reference book and compared it with the Bible he had.
In July when he learned more from the Latter-Day Saint Missionaries as they preached and bore testimony, by the spirit of God, he felt it was the true gospel. On August 11, 1878 He had gone to the Uppsala District meeting and heard several of the LDS Missionaries explain the principles of the Gospel. He was baptized that same night at 11:00 pm by Branch President C. P. Larson, and confirmed by John Larson, Conference President. [It is interesting to note, that the Book of Mormon was first published in Swedish in the year 1878 – Helen Lundskog Eddington, a granddaughter, has a copy of the 1st Swedish Edition of the Book of Mormon.] From Erick’s youth, he was optimistic—never discouraged. He had faith in his own ability because he had been trained religiously from his early youth and found it easy to accept the true Gospel of Jesus Christ when it was brought to him in his homeland by the humble missionaries. He was fully converted and received the gospel. At 2:00 a.m. that same night he left for his home. When he reached home, on August 12th, he knelt in prayer to his Heavenly Father in thankfulness for His love and kindness. On August 14th Erick bore his testimony to his friends of the great joy which had come to him.