24 April 2009


Cousins Anne Marie and Karin with their Grandma Rowan

I do not want to rhapsodize, however, this post calls for a little background.  My Paternal Great Grandmother, Karin Jansson, immigrated from Sweden when she was just eleven years old owning only the clothes on her back.  She settled and made a home in Salt Lake City.  My father lived with "Grandma Karie" during his first year of University at the U. of U.  My mother, who also lived in S.L. while she attended nursing school came to know her well and loved her like a grandma.  Following my dad's mission, he and my mom soon married (having known and loved each other literally since the second grade). The morning following their wedding night, grandma Karin had them over, as usual, to her home and served them Swedish pancakes...a delicacy of hers that has been enjoyed and passed from family member to family member.  Several of the granddaughters have been treated to a special "teaching session."  Anne Marie who is home for Spring break, and Karin just home from her semester abroad in Paris...recently were treated to their morning of "teaching tradition."  
 Hmmm....Karin?  That name sounds familiar!

Who must know the way to make a proper home,
A quiet home, a kosher home?
Who must raise the family and run the home,
So Papa's free to read the holy books?
The Mama, The Mama!  Tradition!

From:   Fiddler on the Roof

Anne Marie 'trying her hand' at the flipping process.

Grandma and Grandpa Rowan with Karin and Anne Marie


  1. Swedish pancakes are the best!!! It's a lasting tradition that we're still passing on. My girls and I make them everytime there's any kind of family gathering that involves a breakfast. YUM!!!

  2. what a sweet tradition- we make "German" pancakes at our home- they make a quick Sunday meal.
    Thanks for sharing

  3. Our ward has a culinary group. I had them over and told them the story of Grandmother Karin and taught them how to make Swedish Pancakes. It was a wonderful and well loved, and attended, event. Yumm--

  4. I'm sure Swedish Pancakes are the official food of heaven... if only I could make them as good as Mama Inga.