Velma Swanston Howard Books

When I was five years old I had such a great sorrow I hardly know if I have had a greater since then. It was then that my grandmother died. Up to that time, she used to sit every day on the corner sofa in her room, and tell stories. I remember grandmother told story after story from morning till night, and we children sat beside her, quite still, and listened. It was a glorious life No other children had such happy times as we did. . . .

A curse rests on the Lowenskold family, as narrated in The Lowenskold Ring. Charlotte Lowenskold is the tale of the following generations, a story of psychological insight and social commentary, and of the complexities of a mother-son relationship.

In this classic Swedish folk tale, Nils is shrunk to a tiny size by a dwarf, and carried across Sweden by a flock of wild geese.