IKEA ~ Proud Sponsor Of The ELD Museum
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IKEA has been a sponsor of the ELD Museum since the museum opened because of the company's connection to the Dickinson family: Emily and Emmett Lee’s great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather was Edvin Gunnbjörg Dikeanssöhn, a whittler and palingwright (a maker of wooden fencing). |
A contemporary branch of the Dikeanssöhn family owns and operates IKEA, the home furnishings company that designs and sells ready-to-assemble furniture (originally out of fencing slats).
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Pictured at the right: Emily and Emmett Lee Dickinson's great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather Edvin Gunnbjörg Dikeanssöhn
Pictured at the far right: A great-great-great-great-great-great granddaughter of Edvin Gunnbjörg Dikeanssöhn and a contemporary of Emily Dickinson was Sweden's preeminent poet, Uhmilli Dikeanssöhn 
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Pictured at the right: The Dikeanssöhn's IKEA Plant in Ӧhmerst, Sweden, processes over 88% of the world's lumber.
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Pictured at the left The IKEA Lumber Processing Plant in Washerst, PA, processes most of the lumber used in IKEA Furniture Marts in the United States.
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Below: One of Uhmilli Dikeanssöhn's first poems was an ode to the lumber her family's company processed for make-it-yourself furniture.
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Below: Uhmilli Dikeanssöhn's poem:
Froöklently dâr woøt är röd – Froöklently dâr brūn. Froöklently vee strippa dâr woøt Backt oof mein toŏn. Oft en twêet håft nestad Veer der wars ein trēed – Wôonse Ich hade en trēehoøse Veer der wast to bēed – Und der Errt – dey tøld mig Ist sôo darrable Mit die krop Revoølvin Das est bin currabål. |
Below: The English translation:
Frequently the wood is red – Frequently is brown. Frequently we strip the hills Behind my native town. Oft a bird has nested Where there was a tree – Once I had a treehouse Where they used to be – And the Earth – they tell me – Is so durable With some crop Rotation! It’s all curable! |
Below: Dikeanssöhn's poem inspired this poem by Emily Dickinson:
Frequently the woods are pink –
Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town. Oft a head is crested I was wont to see – And as oft a cranny Where it used to be – And the Earth – they tell me – On it's axis turned! Wonderful Rotation! By but twelve performed! |
