A Pictorial Companion to "MY DARLING OLGA", my Swedish grandfather's love letters to my American grandmother 1909-1961 My American grandmother, Olga, met my Swedish grandfather, Folke, in Brussels in 1909. Olga was eighteen and Folke, twenty-three. They settled in Gothenburg, Sweden. Olga, being American, had her family in Florida, and Folke soon came to realize that if you marry a woman from another continent, and this woman is charmingly independent, innovative and brave, and has her own means to boot, she is bound to want to visit her native country some time -- or several times -- or more than several times. To Folke, a sensitive soul, the long separations were quite painful and he suffered till his darling Olga returned. He "talked" to her in his frequent letters. Olga saved his letters, all in their original envelopes, in neat little bundles held together with different coloured ribbons. They were a treasured lifelong testament of his love.