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Part of the school |
The second day we spent outside of Stockholm was
in Västerås. Although we had to work most of the day, we did get to spend some
time wandering the streets and getting a quick look at this little city. It
does have an interesting history and at least one place I’d like to return to
see. There was also a very nice restaurant in which we glimpsed a popular opera
star.
There is a long history of habitation in the Västerås
area. Sometime around 500 AD a burial mound was built at Anundshög (just
outside of Västerås); it’s about 75 yards wide and nearly 10 yards tall. These
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Left to Right: Secondary School, Bishop Rudbeckius |
barrows are reputed to hold the bodies of warriors in the form of burnt bones and
ashes, since Viking warriors were to be burned, along with their weapons,
armor, and other possessions. Västerås, itself, was established before 1000 AD
and was the second largest city in Sweden. It only took 100 years for the town
to become the seat of the catholic bishop. However, this hold on the area by
the church was short-lived. By the end of the 13th century King
Gustav I of Sweden had converted the country to a Protestant state. As the country
progressed, so did the value of education. Bishop Johannes
Rudbeckius (1581–1646) served at Västerås from 1619 until his death, and was
the personal chaplain to King
Gustavus ‘the Great’. One of his accomplishments was founding what is now the
oldest secondary school in Sweden, Rudbeckianska gymnasiet; it was
built in in 1623. The Bishop also introduced a rudimentary sort of required
schooling for all children in his diocese. Nine years after the gymnasiet was
established, he founded the first school for girls in Sweden, Rudbeckii flickskola.
Not surprisingly, some of his superiors were not particularly happy about
these, and other, reforms; however, they were slowly introduced to the entire
country. The family of Bishop Rudbeckius also added to the history of Sweden.
His son, Olaus
Rudbeckius, Sr., became the most important Swedish scientist of the 17th
century and his granddaughter, Wendela
Rudbeck, married Peter Olai Nobelius, one of Alfred Nobel’s ancestors.
One of Bishop Rudbeckius’s more notorious
pronouncements was that the Dalecarlian
horse was ‘the Devil's plaything’. In actuality the
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Dala horse |
Dalecarlian or Dala
horse is a carved, painted wooden statue of a horse from the Swedish province
of Dalarna (Dalecarlia). It was originally a toy, but has become the modern
symbol of Sweden. The earliest references to the sale of wooden horses are from
1623 and seem to have originated in Bergkarlås near the ‘horse’ villages of Nusnäs,
Risa, and Vattnäs. These villages were also involved in furniture and
clock-making so it’s likely that the leftover scraps of wood were used for the
Dala horses. In the early days there were many horse whittlers but few horse
painters. Painting of the horses began, as did the whittling, as an off-shoot
of furniture making. However the World's Expo in Paris 1937 and World's Fair in
New York 1939 pushed Dala horses into mass production, making the transition
from a homemade toy to a national symbol.
What we ate:
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Four carrots |
Brasserie Stadsparken
(Stora Gatan 35, 722 12 Västerås, Sweden, +46 21 448 50 80) is a lovely
restaurant with two levels. We got to eat
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Top: Logo Bottom: Salad |
upstairs, which was nice since we
could see outside on a very pretty day. I had a very good salad that included
cooked beets, pear, pine nuts, and two wonderful pieces of deep-fried cheese.
It was very tasty, especially with the cranberry vinaigrette. Included with
this lunch was a salad bar with potato salad, slaw, and lots of greens. Service
was good, and fairly quick. I would be delighted to go back to this restaurant.
For information about my rating system, see Reading the
Reviews.
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Top L to R: Bicycle statues, City art Bottom L to R: River Svartån, Duck on ice |
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