My Great-Grandpa Emanuel was born on this day in Broten, Amneharad, Skaraborgs, Sweden to Carl Gustav (Larsson) Lundquist and Karin “Carolina” Ersson.
It was in 1857 when he moved to Amneharad that Carl married Karin. We know no more until we read the biography of Emanuel Richard Lundquist where he reports the birth of the children. Emanuel says that it was in 1880 that the family first heard of the Gospel by Olaf Olafson, a farmer living some 12 miles south of them. He would stop by and discuss Mormonism and Utah. Carl’s wife Karin seemed to be the only one in the family who was interested. About a year after the death of Carl, Emanuel reports, Karin sold the farm and with 4,000 Krawns from the sale, left for Utah with her children. According to a copy of the Skarsburg Co.1881 emigration (Family History Library Microfilm #083159) the family consisted of “Karin Ersdotter, Axel Lundquist, Emanual Lundquist, Carl Emil Lundquist, Erick Benjamin Lundquist, Hilma Augusta Lundquist, Hulda Maria Lundquist and Viktor Lundquist.” This means all eight surviving children accompanied their mother to the States. Most of the family went to Logan, Utah, but apparently Victor, Aaron and Alex went to the East. Emanuel’s autobiography indicates that they joined the family in Logan about a month later.
The Lundquist Name Carl Gustav Larsson (father of Emanuel Richard Lundquist) and his brother Johnannes Larsson took upon themselves the surname of Lundqvist perhaps because the biggest estate in the parish of Lerback where they lived is called Lund. The children never lived at Lund. At first they were called by the surname of Larsson Lundqvist, later only Lundqvist. Carl, Johannes and their sister Anna Lisa Larsson were orphaned at an early age. Their father Lars Johan Olsson was drowned in Lake Hjalmaren in 1834. Carl Gustav was only 10 months old, his brother, about 3 and his sister about 4. Their mother died in 1835.
I Remember My Father
(The following was written by Elsie Lundquist McNabb Saye in August 1998, telling some of her remembrances of her father, Emanuel Richard Lundquist.)
At this writing I am almost 94, and as I look back I can say the guidance and foundation in the Church my parents gave me, and especially my father who was widowed and left with seven children (Lucille having died as a child) from ages three to eighteen when he was in his 40s. My father was sincere and faithful in his love and devotion to the gospel, and he instilled the same in us children as we grew up. He and mother provided a good foundation which was a vital bulwark and strength to me throughout my life as I went through the trials of life.
He was a man of many gifts. He built our two-story home on 579 Fifth Ave., with a grocery store on the right side. We had a ward within walking distance, and were faithful in attending. We learned to work and help, and my father kept an account book of our tithing with the money we earned. We had family prayer morning and night, each taking a turn. I remember seeing him give the Sacrament prayer with his right hand uplifted and saying it in his slightly broken Swedish accent. He had us each one baptized at age eight, and usually soon after we were given our patriarchal blessing. He was the scribe for mine. We were taught to fast for at least one meal on Fast Sunday. Sacrament meeting was at 2 o’clock, and we fasted until we got back from that. We had a housekeeper at first, and then Ada Rosa Flory came as a housekeeper, and he found in her a good, faithful Latter-day Saint, whom he married. They had four children who have all been good brothers and sisters to me.
Roy from Father’s first marriage and Reid from his second marriage each filled foreign missions (Roy to Germany and Reid to Finland.)
Father died when he was 57 of a heart attack.
He is buried in the Salt Lake City Cemetery.
