Actually, Rev. Ruesch, my wife (mostly German) married a Swede (me - by adoption).
The title "The Terrible Swede" was given to me by none other than my wife when I was looking for a clever blog name years ago.
Recently, during a weekend getaway from Wichita, I took my bride to Little Sweden (Lindsborg, KS) for a little window shopping. I bought her a shirt, "Pray for me; I'm married to a Swede."
Cool!
ReplyDeleteIs there still a tinge of red in your hair Erica? Or is that the picture? :)
Cool cross, Pr. Weedon. I don't think I've seen one like that before.
Mr. and Mrs. Tim would love to have a picture with Herr Pfarrer Snoopy! Thanks, Pastor Weedon, for your faithfulness!
ReplyDeleteWoof-woof!
Hmmm...
ReplyDeleteI'm married to a Swede as well...I'd like to think she has it in her to be "Terrible" as well. And I mean that in the most complimentary way possible!
Oh, they don't look so terrible after all!
ReplyDeleteActually, Rev. Ruesch, my wife (mostly German) married a Swede (me - by adoption).
ReplyDeleteThe title "The Terrible Swede" was given to me by none other than my wife when I was looking for a clever blog name years ago.
Recently, during a weekend getaway from Wichita, I took my bride to Little Sweden (Lindsborg, KS) for a little window shopping. I bought her a shirt, "Pray for me; I'm married to a Swede."