Henriette Widerberg - Family

Family

Widerberg never married, but she had several children. She describes in her memoirs how her children watched her in the death scene in Romeo and Juliet and started to cry "Mother is dead, mother is dead!" Her daughters Georgina and Julia were also to be famed on the stage, Georgina as an actor and Julia as a singer, and her son was to become a well-known musician. Georgina Wilson, née Widerberg (1821–1858), daughter of the secretary of the British Embassy, Charles Manners St George, was active as an actor from 1835 within travelling companies, in Djurgårdsteatern and Mindre teatern (1843–44), where she was appreciated within "finer comedy". Julia Liedberg, née Widerberg (1824–1847) debuted as a singer at the Opera in 1841 and was described as musical, sensitive and lovable. Both daughters "left after themselves a beautiful non-clouded memory". The son of Henriette was known and liked as a street musician and guitarist, and sang with "a high and beautiful tenor...with such an expression", and he was placed as a student in the Opera in 1858. However, he soon left the Opera as he preferred to sing and play on the street as a free "Boheme". He was known as "The Beautiful Rose".

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