We acquired Börsebo Village in 1988. When we came to Börsebo it was deserted and empty, although people lived in the neighboring farm but in our part of the village there was no life. My dream was to recreate the village into a 19th century environment. The houses were dilapidated or consisted of barely half finished repairs. Raspberries grew on the floors, windows and doors were open and it could rain. The condition was simply miserable.
 
It turned out that at some time in the 1970s, the antique store Bo Karlsson at the County Museum had photographed the village and investigated its history and that there had been settlements in the village since the 1300s. Bo Karlsson became our cultural advisor for the renovation of Börsebo village. My recently retired father Gösta goes with enthusiasm and great knowledge into the task of renovating the village buildings one by one. Even after some six months, we could take in the family a small house that was built in the 17th century as a holiday home. After another couple of years we had settled on the farm permanently and here begins a wonderful era in our lives.
 
The principle for all the work was "that when we are done it should not appear that we have done anything". We would thus, as far as possible, recreate what once was. We decided that it was the 19th century that would be indicative of for centuries, the farm had different shapes. In the legal shift, houses had been relocated in every possible way.
 
Börsebo became Birgitta's and my great interest and we enthusiastically joined the "cultural work". I studied the fields and looked up old paths and roads. I studied housekeeping protocols from the beginning of the 19th century and as far back as they were conducted. could tell about emigration to America from the village and "inhale widow" and "poor boy". The village consisted of about 25 buildings of beautiful meadows, fields and woods. Certainly no fertile fields but mostly meadows with slopes and stones and I wondered when I went there how in the whole world you could make a living from what was there.
 
When the buildings were ready, we rented one of the houses and a family moved in who had three children, they had about ten horses moving into the stable. We got cows, pigs, chickens, cats and dogs and the village came to life again after many years of destiny.