
Carl writes: "It was an unattractive little structure situated on a pile of rubble. It was known as Little Hyttnäs to distinguish it from Big Hyattnäs that belongedto the nearest neighbor. The little bit of soil on which potatoes grew had been carted in from somewhere else and only a handful of loam enabled a few lilac bushes to waft the fragrance and splendor of their native Persia all around. the little shack is located not far from where the Sundborn creek makes a bend and broadens out a little. A narrow, steep path leads directly to the water and there stands an old skiff as a sign that this is the harbor. Nine slender birches had taken root unbidden in the rubble and as a matter of fact they didn't look as though they were suffering any...at this spot I was overwhelmed bt the splendid feeling of isolation from the noise and bustle of the outside world such as I had felt only once before.
One of the Larsson children's English cousins, Hilda Bather, draws in the studio.

from Carl Larsson's autobiography-a story and his cure for all humanity...
The comfort I experience when I am sitting here becomes almost voluptous when I recall how hellishly dreadful my life when I was a child. One particularly horrid image just popped out from the caves of my memory, the cholera in Stockholm in the year 1866. Since I was born during the real cholera year, 1853, I was thirteen at the time.
As I have told you, my father cared for what was called "yard and street" for number seven and in the Grev Magni Alley--as it was so modestly called--but actually, Calle was the one who did all the work by himself, and because of that, we lived rent-free in a separate little structure in the corner of one yard. At five in the morning, I had to rise from the eiderdown bolsters to sweep and shovel, and in winter, I had to hack the ice on the sidewalk gutters with an iron bar.
For instance, there was one morning when the snow reached the eaves of the woodshed after a terrible blizzard during the night, and my father woke me up at four o'clock to shovel walks and ways. he himself left for a job somewhere in the city. And then about seven, when my mother crossed the yard to buy cream for the coffee, she found me unconscious in a snowdrift. But that wasn't the worst. No, I am almost ashamed to tell you the worst of it, but if I tell you that the people in "number five" and "number seven" were pigs, I am grossly unjust to that animal. And all this I had to poke around in and handle! I pinched my nose, I cried and I cursed.
Both houses had three stories, and particularly the one that was called number five contained innnumerable rooms, opening to long corridors, the way large hotels are often built. Imagine and shudder! Two or three families usually lived in each room. Misery, dirt and vice flourished there. They simmered and glowed quite cosily. They ate into and rotted bodies and souls.
Of course the cholera longed to go there, and it also arrived after having wreaked havoc in Mecca and in Egypt in a terrible manner on the way from its home land. Some Sailor!
I forgot to tell you that across from those houses there were the three large long lines of barracks intended for guard soldiers, but the conscripted men of that time were usually no longer young, and many of them had families. Usually they were on leave for the night and lived in the "five" and "the seven" with their own--and those of each other, for they were not too particular. But even though the military element dominated, there were other kinds of people there as well. You could really say that the company was very mixed, and it would not be hard to imagine that some round-the-world sailor had found a harbor in the arms of a little Ulla.
But the horrendous imvisible traveler accompanied him! And soon there was less fun and games. Soon the physician to the poor and the regiment, old Doctor Berlin, made daily visits there; he sniffed his snuff his snuff and looked at them over his glasses, but he could do nothing. He could only admonish my father to fumigate the stairwells and corridors with tar three times a day. My father was kind enough to let me do this, too. What happened wasthat I heated a large rock until it almost glowed, placed it in a tin bucket full of tar, and then I ran for my life up the three flights into the long and narrow corridors, and then downstairs again, and by that time, I was almost suffocated.
It was a terrible time! A whole family, recently arrived from the province of Småland, took sick and died within two days. I remembered that they had a long line of daughters, from tall grown up ones to little toddlers. Almost all of the children in the house died, and there were plenty of them, for this is usually one ressult of poverty.
Through rattling teeth, the old hags delivered their morning reports to my mother, and before evening they were often dead themselves. The hearses came several times a day, and they were jammed full with coffins, large and small. Soon they started making coffins in the small a large woodshed, and I will never forget the hammer banging on the nails. A poor old basket-maker who used the shed next to it for plaiting his baskets was finally so terrified that he started vomiting and feeling cramps. And although old Berlin shouted to him that he wasn't sick at all, his poor soul was rattled from his poor body, and when he was carried down the stairs my nose banged into his cold big toe. I could see and hear nothing in the heavy tar smoke.
Eventually it started slowing down, but before the epidemic had ceased completely, I felt sick one day, and soon I was throwing up and had diarrhea. Listless and resigned, I quietly slipped off, brought the key, and put it on the inside. I let things happen the way they wanted to, closed my eyes to die in peace--and awoke in the late evening, hale and sound as a bell!
As far as I can remember, and according to hearsay, these two buildings and some of the southern parts of Stockholm were the only ones that were seriously afflicted. But in the rest of the country, the sickness was supposedly quite widespread and serious.
Ye highly honored improvers of the world, try first and foremost to make people keep dirt and vermin away from their bodies and their homes! That would surely also lead to cleaner manners. The wretched ones would feel that they are worthy human beings. They would also get used to order and would practice thoughtfulmess and, as an additional result, social barriers would come tumbling down, there would be no lower class (of the kind I have shown you here), and the problems of society would be solved with soap and water.
In the depth of our own poverty, my mother was always clean and orderly, and I guess that is why I and the entire family escaped Cholera Asiatica.
(Cholera was rampant in Sweden in 1834, then again in 1850, and it culminated in 1853. In the late 1860's Sweden was afflicted with failed harvests, hunger and poverty, and new outbreaks then occurred in 1867 and 1868.) C.L.