
It was late evening. Snow was falling gently from the sky as the farmer chopped logs in front of his family’s modest farmhouse. His small son, covered in heavy wool against the cold, watched his father silently. His father systematically swung his axe down unto the logs, creating the firewood that would keep the house warm for the night. At that moment, in that time, it was the most important thing in the world. Or so the farmer thought.
He heard horses in the distance, down the front path that led away from his farmhouse to the town several miles away. He stopped swinging, panting and sweating in the snow, and raised his head. He could see several riders slowly making their way towards his house and farm. He quickly told his boy to go back inside, while he put down his wood axe and put on his shirt. The riders had the look of nobility of them as they came closer.
“Forgive me, my lords,” the farmer stated in Swedish, as the riders came to him, “my Swedish is very bad. I am a Finnish farmer.”
“Then rejoice, oh farmer of Finland!” Exclaimed the lead rider in Finnish. The Farmer was taken aback, for nobles were all Swedish! “Today is the most important day of your life, and ours, and everyone’s!”
“I do not understand my lord,” the farmer replied, now also in Finnish, “what is so special about today?”
“Today, our demands and requests to Sweden have finally been granted! Why good farmer, today, we are FREE! You now live in the sovereign nation of Finland!”
The farmer was shocked! It could not be! They had all lived under the Swedish kings forever! The riders saw his shocked face, and laughed a merry laugh. They handed him a bottle of spirits and a few marks, telling him to go celebrate with his family. They then rode off to the next farm, and the next. Because today it was the day. From this day forth, Finland would always go forward!

The Finnish Coat of Arms