Anna Maria Kockum (1799-1881)

I have just recently started to be interested in the excellent book about the family history that my father has written.

He wrote it many years ago, long before the internet gave us all sorts of facts we might need for writing, and very luckily it does. Instead he was going through lots and lots of old letters and documents to find all the stories that would make the whole book complete.

So, I have started to write about this in my Swedish blog.

And today I studied a part with a young boy, Christian Petter Kockum born 1829.

When the boy was 11 years old his father died. Three years later he left his mother and became a ship’s boy on the ship “Bernadotte”.

The noble lady above did only once more, briefly, meet her only living son.

“Bernadotte” was wrecked four months after Christian had signed on, in a fierce storm in the middle of the night. Christian was below deck in his bunk when he heard the captains alarm. He quickly put on his boots and rushed up and they all worked very hard with frightening waves rolling over them, but in the end the beautiful ship crushed into the hard rocks. Christian and the others managed to save themselves into land and people helped them there.

Quite a wake up for the teenager. After that he takes work wherever possible, always on ships.

In 1846, 18 years old, he sends a letter to his mother and tells her about his plans for going to America. He has bought books in English and practices a lot. He listens to other sailors about how to work on the ships that goes over there.

1847 his letter to the mother tells:

The journey to the free country went fairly well……… Yesterday I signed on a cargo ship called New World, it is going to Liverpool, it is the biggest cargo ship from America

Obviously he works for some time on “Liverpool” and the next letter describes how he got excellent recommendations from his Captain for signing on an East India freighter called “Paul Jones”, travelling for Canton . He also mentions a friendship he has made on board. With a young man whose name was “Kellogg”.

He was very kind to me and gave me clothes, taught me the English and all while he was a gentleman and did sailing only for the health, without salary…..he showed me around in New York everywhere.

Christian speaks of their farewell as very sad on both parts.

He travels to East India, 19 years old, with the “Paul Jones” and describes  that in only one letter home, which is a unique eyewitness report on his first meeting with the Chinese land at that time. He sends it when he is back in New York again and while there, he is invited to meet the Kellogg’s again, among others. It is clear he feels very comfortable in the American surroundings.

A year later, when he comes back from Canton with the ship “Candace” he starts to tell home about the acquaintances he makes in Providence.

That’s all for now!

The story of Christian Petter Kockum: To be continued………

If you recognize any of this or get some inspirational thoughts please feel welcome to comment! It would be very interesting!

My wonderful father! Without him this story would not be here today!
My wonderful father! Without him this story would not be here today!

Lovely thoughts to you all!

Lotta

6 thoughts on “30. Last day of November. Time for a new start.

  1. Trying one more time to post a comment! This is the test!

    Lotta, How wonderful your father wrote a book! So you have writing in your genes! Great!

    I enjoyed reading about Christian’s travels. His fond memories and good impressions of America resonate with my own, not only those of the first time I came to this land but also throughout the 47 years I have been living in Chicago. People are open and welcoming, showing interest and appreciation for me and my homeland, eager to help and share their lives.

    My roots are deeply planted in Greece, but this land that welcomed me has given me the opportunity to grow and mature, spread my brances to the sky. Nurishment comes both from my roots and throuhg my leaves!

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  2. Lotta, I’m so glad you found me and my blog, so you could share yours with me. I believe that our family stories and traditions hold the family together down through the centuries. The really hard part is that almost everyone in the country came from somewhere else! Sadly, once the original ancestor has passed away, the tie to the Old Country is quite often lost. This may be the story of your family but there are hundreds of thousands of people who’s story is similar. They can learn about their heritage by learning about yours.
    Good luck on the Challenge.

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