Factories And Forebears — My Grandfather Carl Forsberg
When I was a little girl living on Ivy Street, I could hear the rhythmic pounding of metal on metal from factories down along the Chadakoin River. I remember it as an incessant noise to daily life, not loud but always in the air- sometimes louder than others depending on the wind and weather. Somewhere down there in the blocks and blocks and blocks of several storied brick buildings that run along the Chadakoin River, my maternal grandfather Carl Forsberg worked five days a week at Jamestown Metal Desk. He had come from Sweden in 1926 and found a job there. He kept it until he retired ...