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Name: THAM, Sten Wilhelm Sebastian
Birth Date: 11 Apr 1904 Hakarp, Sweden
Death Date: 29 Nov 1970 Nairobi
First Date: 1929
Profession: Farmer
Area: Isindiri Estate, Thika, Mt Elgon, Kitale
Married: 1. In Genarp, Sweden 28 May 1931 Ulla Dorotea Wrangel von Brehmer b. 14 Mar 1905 Malmö, d. 1989; 2. In Kensington 1952 Judith Eve Richardson
Children: 1. Sebastian
Book Reference: Hut, Jack Gent, Aschan
General Information:
Jack Gent - History of Thika Sports Club - Just before the second World War, Mr Sven Tham gave a large piece of his land to the Club for the purpose of building a 9-hole golf course, and a club house was erected near to what is now the 8th green.
Aschan - Emil and Olga Holmberg were an oddly matched couple. Olga was a vivacious lady and not unfamiliar to the occasional flirtation. However, when he paid too much attention to their English nanny, she banished him temporarily from the house under the pretext of recruiting more farm labour. Her humiliating discovery infuriated Emil, and his fury did not abate during his absence. Krister Aschan and Ake Lindstrom (Gillis' nephew) were dining with Olga when Emil returned late one evening. He burst through the door, eyes blazing. Without a word he drew his pistol, shot Olga through the chest, then took his own life. Miraculously, for he was a good shot, he missed killing Olga. Ake got her to a doctor and she subsequently lived to a grand old age, bolstered by champagne, taken on doctor's orders. Meanwhile, my father [Krister Aschan] was left to cope with the body of poor Emil. Unaccustomed to such nocturnal drama, he thought it best to get the advice of a fellow Swede, Sten Tham, who farmed on the same ridge. Laying Emil's inert form in the back of his box-body car (a small truck with a roof over the bed but with open sides), he drove up to Tham's. Sten greeted him and asked him to dinner. Father declined, saying he had Emil in the back. "Well, bring him in too. Hey, Emil, come on out and have something to eat," shouted Tham, then turned questioningly to my father. "What's he doing in the back anyway?" Father replied simply, "I'm afraid he's dead."
Gazette 24 Jan 1975 probate