Personal Life
Karen Hulda Bergersen was born on the farm Såstad in Stange, Hedmark, to the lawyer Christian Frederik Bergersen (1829–1973) and his wife Marie Petrine Olsen (1835–1888). She had two elder sisters, Martha and Sophie. Her parents divorced when Hulda was two years old, and she moved to Hamar with her mother. The family later moved to Kristiania, when Hulda was twelve years old, and from she was seventeen she started working in a store, helping feed the family. During this period she was a central person among the radical youth in Kristiania. In 1887 she married writer Arne Garborg.
The couple moved to Tynset in Østerdalen, where they lived for nine years in a small cabin at the small farm "Kolbotnen", near the lake Savalen. She gave birth to a child, Arne, also called Tuften, in 1888. During the period at Kolbotn, the family often visited Kristiania, they stayed longer periods in Dießen am Ammersee, Fürstenfeldbruck and Berlin in Germany, and also lived one winter in Paris. In 1896 they left Tynset and moved to Stokke. In 1897 they moved to Labraaten in Hvalstad, which became their home for the rest of their lives. Arne Garborg later built a summer residence, Knudaheio, in Time. Arne and Hulda were both buried at Knudaheio.
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