{"id":5651,"date":"2025-04-02T13:23:08","date_gmt":"2025-04-02T11:23:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/astridlindgrensnas.se\/barndomshemmet\/about-nas-farm\/"},"modified":"2025-05-05T14:22:44","modified_gmt":"2025-05-05T12:22:44","slug":"about-nas-farm","status":"publish","type":"displays","link":"https:\/\/astridlindgrensnas.se\/en\/the-childhood-home\/about-nas-farm\/","title":{"rendered":"About N\u00e4s farm"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"relative flex flex-col items-center  w-full justify-center \">\n\t\t<div class=\"w-full h-[60vh] min-h-[500px] tablet:max-h-[700px] bg-gradient-to-t opacity-60 from-blackish absolute bottom-0\">\n\n\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<img decoding=\"async\" class=\"top-0 object-cover w-full h-[60vh] min-h-[700px] mobile:min-h-[540px] desktop:max-h-[650px] tablet:max-h-[700px]\" src=\"https:\/\/astridlindgrensnas.se\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/01\/astrid-lindgren-sagans-kraft-nas-046-lofi-fotograf-ristenstrand-norrkoping.jpg\" alt=\"\">\n\t\t<div class=\"w-full m-auto text-center absolute bottom-[80px]\">\n\t\t<h1 class=\"text-whiteish\">About N\u00e4s farm<\/h1>\n\t<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"flex items-center justify-center w-full px-4 py-7\">\n\t<div data-aos=\" ''\" data-aos-duration=\"300\" class=\"flex flex-col items-center w-full gap-5 m-auto text-center inner-contain\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p class=\"-large text-darkGreen\">In 1907, Astrid Anna Emilia Ericsson was born on N\u00e4s farm, which was then just outside Vimmerby. N\u00e4s was a vicarage lease and Astrid\u2019s parents, Samuel August and Hanna, leased the land from the vicarage and ran the farm. It was not a large farm, but it was big enough that many people were needed to run it. All labour was needed and the farmer\u2019s children worked side by side with maids, farmhands and hired labourers.<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"w-full\">\n\t<div class=\"flex flex-col w-full m-auto py-7 gap-7 inner-contain\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div data-aos=\"\" data-aos-duration=\"\" class=\"flex relative items-center justify-between w-full m-auto tablet:w-3\/4 tablet-sm:w-full tablet:flex-col-reverse desktop-sm:px-4 gap-7 \">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"flex flex-col items-start justify-center w-full gap-5 max-w-[40%] tablet:max-w-full\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<h3 class=\"-demi text-darkGreen\">The beginning of everything<\/h3>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p class=\"text-black text-[20px]\">On the evening of the warm Walpurgis Night in 1895, two oxen trundled in between the houses at the vicarage at N\u00e4s on the outskirts of Vimmerby. It was Samuel Johan and Ida Eriksson\u2019s family who moved into the small red house at the vicarage to take over the farm lease. The most enthusiastic of all was probably their third son, the eager twenty-year-old Samuel August. Perhaps he already knew that this was where he would start a family and make his home for life.\r\nTen years later, it was time for Samuel August to marry his beloved Hanna &#8211; with whom he would live for fifty-six years. Two years later, a baby girl, Astrid Anna Emilia, was born.\r\n<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"flex items-center justify-center w-full\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<img decoding=\"async\" class=\"object-cover w-full h-[30rem] mobile-sm:h-[16rem] mobile:h-[18rem] rounded-lg\" src=\"https:\/\/astridlindgrensnas.se\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/brev.jpg\" alt=\"\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div data-aos=\"\" data-aos-duration=\"\" class=\"flex relative items-center justify-between w-full m-auto tablet:w-3\/4 tablet-sm:w-full tablet:flex-col-reverse desktop-sm:px-4 gap-7 flex-row-reverse\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"flex flex-col items-start justify-center w-full gap-5 max-w-[40%] tablet:max-w-full\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<h3 class=\"-demi text-darkGreen\">Childhood <\/h3>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p class=\"text-black text-[20px]\">Astrid Lindgren has often described her childhood as a very happy time &#8211; \u2018we lived a happy Noisy Village life at N\u00e4s, pretty much like in the books about the Children of Noisy Village\u2019 &#8211; with the love of her parents as a constant reassurance and she enjoyed endless hours of play with her three siblings and the many other children who lived on the farm.\r\n<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"flex items-center justify-center w-full\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<img decoding=\"async\" class=\"object-cover w-full h-[30rem] mobile-sm:h-[16rem] mobile:h-[18rem] rounded-lg\" src=\"https:\/\/astridlindgrensnas.se\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/familj-sv.jpg\" alt=\"\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n<\/div><div id=\"\" class=\"flex flex-col w-full m-auto py-7 fp-image-contain \">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"w-full min-h-[900px] mobile:min-h-[590px] overflow-hidden rounded-xl desktop-md:rounded-none flex justify-center items-center tablet:items-end tablet:px-4 mobile:px-0 fp-image-contain m-auto relative\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div data-aos=\"\" data-aos-duration=\"\" class=\"vimeo-fp\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<iframe src=\"https:\/\/player.vimeo.com\/video\/912913551?autoplay=1&#038;controls=0&#038;loop=1&#038;muted=1&#038;playsinline=1&#038;autopause=0\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"autoplay; fullscreen\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"flex items-center justify-center w-full py-7\">\n\t<div data-aos=\"\" data-aos-duration=\"\" class=\"flex flex-col items-center justify-center w-full gap-4 px-6 m-auto text-center inner-contain mobile:px-4\">\n\t\t<h2 class=\"-italic text-[36px]  leading-[1.5] text-darkGreen text-center\">\n\t\t\t\u2018Let&#8217;s start with my life. Let\u2019s take it from the beginning &#8211; in November 1907, that\u2019s when I was born, in an old red house surrounded by apple trees, as the second child of the farmer Samuel August Ericsson and his wife Hanna, n\u00e9e Jonsson. The farm where we lived was &#8211; and still is &#8211; called N\u00e4s, and it was just outside a small town in Sm\u00e5land, Vimmerby.\u2019\t\t<\/h2>\n\t\t<p class=\"text-[20px] text-darkGreen\">From \u2018My Sm\u00e5land\u2019 by Astrid Lindgren and Margareta Str\u00f6mstedt<\/p>\n\t<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"w-full\">\n\t<div class=\"flex flex-col w-full m-auto py-7 gap-7 inner-contain\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div data-aos=\"\" data-aos-duration=\"\" class=\"flex relative items-center justify-between w-full m-auto tablet:w-3\/4 tablet-sm:w-full tablet:flex-col-reverse desktop-sm:px-4 gap-7 flex-row-reverse\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"flex flex-col items-start justify-center w-full gap-5 max-w-[40%] tablet:max-w-full\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<h3 class=\"-demi text-darkGreen\">Back to N\u00e4s<\/h3>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<p class=\"text-black text-[20px]\">N\u00e4s remained a fixed point throughout Astrid\u2019s life. She often returned there. When her brother, Gunnar, stopped farming in 1965, he and Astrid bought the houses and the surrounding land. Gunnar and his wife continued to live in the large villa and Astrid began to restore the childhood home piece by piece, as she remembered it from her childhood. To this day, the childhood home and the yellow house are owned by Gunnar\u2019s three daughters, Gunvor, Barbro and Eivor. \r\n\r\n<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"flex items-center justify-center w-full\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<img decoding=\"async\" class=\"object-cover w-full h-[30rem] mobile-sm:h-[16rem] mobile:h-[18rem] rounded-lg\" src=\"https:\/\/astridlindgrensnas.se\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/leif-ruhnstrom-akvarell.png\" alt=\"\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"template":"","class_list":["post-5651","displays","type-displays","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":{"information":[{"is_show":false,"show_info":null,"store_info":null}]},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/astridlindgrensnas.se\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/displays\/5651","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/astridlindgrensnas.se\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/displays"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/astridlindgrensnas.se\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/displays"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/astridlindgrensnas.se\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/astridlindgrensnas.se\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/displays\/5651\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5652,"href":"https:\/\/astridlindgrensnas.se\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/displays\/5651\/revisions\/5652"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/astridlindgrensnas.se\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5651"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}