He lived to be 150 years old
Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2025 9:42 am
The Finn, who lived 2 ½ miles away, was angry at having such a close neighbor. He decided to call Hakkarainen to him and shoot him. On the way, Hakkarainen bent down to drink from the river. Others rushed to drown him. Although the man was caught under the water, he got up, being unusually strong. He drank and fought with them, lying awake at night, and returned home alive.
He lived to be 150 years old and spent the last 20 years of his life in his shirt. Even then, he was so strong that when he saw his sons sticking a stick in the eye of the millstone to lift it, the old man came out, put his hand in the eye of the stone, and lifted it to the steps of the barn, saying, "I'll take the stone away, otherwise you'll break it again." “To get permission overseas data from my parents to travel, I used my eloquence to present a victory that I hoped would go down in history. My father’s condition was that I would only use the summer vacation for the trip and then continue my studies. So I got both permission and the travel money.
A mother’s affection was harder to win. My mother feared for her only son, seeing vast forests and robbers in foreign lands. She finally agreed on the condition that I would give information about my fate by every post and that I would not put my life and health at risk.
The hope of being the first to study the remains of the Finnish tribe in the heartlands of Sweden and Norway had captivated my mind. Now other feelings were trying to come to the fore. In Uppsala I was lonely and a stranger, separated from my relatives and friends. Now I would disappear into an even stranger crowd. I could get sick, even die, and my parents would never know how I had died. The more I thought about it, The more I wandered through the wilderness, the more my enthusiasm waned. I wished I had never spoken of my plans; then I could have given them up in complete silence. Now I had to travel.
He lived to be 150 years old and spent the last 20 years of his life in his shirt. Even then, he was so strong that when he saw his sons sticking a stick in the eye of the millstone to lift it, the old man came out, put his hand in the eye of the stone, and lifted it to the steps of the barn, saying, "I'll take the stone away, otherwise you'll break it again." “To get permission overseas data from my parents to travel, I used my eloquence to present a victory that I hoped would go down in history. My father’s condition was that I would only use the summer vacation for the trip and then continue my studies. So I got both permission and the travel money.
A mother’s affection was harder to win. My mother feared for her only son, seeing vast forests and robbers in foreign lands. She finally agreed on the condition that I would give information about my fate by every post and that I would not put my life and health at risk.
The hope of being the first to study the remains of the Finnish tribe in the heartlands of Sweden and Norway had captivated my mind. Now other feelings were trying to come to the fore. In Uppsala I was lonely and a stranger, separated from my relatives and friends. Now I would disappear into an even stranger crowd. I could get sick, even die, and my parents would never know how I had died. The more I thought about it, The more I wandered through the wilderness, the more my enthusiasm waned. I wished I had never spoken of my plans; then I could have given them up in complete silence. Now I had to travel.