IT CAME TO ME ON A WHIM 

The Story of Ingeborg Andersson, Child Murderess

Suddenly it hit him. The windows hadn’t fogged up as they usually do when she hangs the clothes to dry indoors during the winter. There was a sour smell and it was unusually quiet in the house.

"Where are the kids?" he asked, receiving no response.

When Arthur opened the door to the chamber, his eyes met the large, round copper cauldron sitting a few meters from the doorstep. Water filled half the cauldron and the rest spilled out onto the floor. Mixed in with the water resting in the large pan were traces of vomit.

It was a cold Easter morning in the spring of 1929. Arthur left his wife and three children for a few hours to fetch some firewood. When he returns home, he finds his life in shatters. The story of Ingeborg Andersson, and what happened on that day in 1929, had previously been a tightly guarded secret. Andersson's great-niece, Maria Bouroncle, retells this horrific family tragedy.

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