Chapter 8: Our Dreams — Our Lives

As each one of us reached the age of decision, various dreams and visions came to us. Some grew into reality in our lives, some did not. Carl, being the oldest, was the first to try his wings, when at the age of 19 he decided to accompany Gottfried Callerstrom and enroll at Gustavus Adolphus College at St. Peter, Minnesota. Gottfried had completed High School at Gowrie, while Carl had only finished eighth grade of rural school. Still they entered the same class, III Academy, and Carl was able to carry a heavy load of studies, which included Civics, Physics, Second Year Latin, Greek, Algebra, Geometry, English and Swedish. In April he even was able to take final examinations early, so he could go back home and help with the farm work. He did not return to G. A., not because he found the studies too hard, but he dreaded what might lie ahead as a career. Gottfried continued his studies and entered the medical profession. Incidentally, comparing costs with those of today, Carl’s total expenses for one year then were $169. 

With modern speeds we think nothing now of making the round trip by car to St. Peter in one day. In 1898 it was felt that it was too far for the boys to go home even for the Christmas holidays. A box from home was sent to them to break their lonesomeness. Christmas Eve was brightened for those who had not gone home, when Dr. Wahlstrom, the President, thoughtfully invited them all to his home for the evening.

Carl spent some years helping on the farm. Later he taught country school. Then he decided to again go off to school, this time to Highland Park College in Des Moines, where he studied Shorthand and Typewriting. The job he got in Des Moines was not hard, but rather unsatisfactory, so he went to St. Paul hoping for better success there. When nothing turned up, he got work as carpenter up in Minnesota for the summer. That fall he was asked to again teach school in District No. 8 so came back home. After this, his work varied — running the several threshing rigs and for many years renting the Woodard farm, while helping the younger boys with the management of the home farm.

In 1903 Esther dissatisfied with her work as town seamstress at the low pay of 50 cents a day, decided to study as Carl had done at home and get a teacher’s certificate and so better her condition, both as to work and salary. For a rural teacher received $30 or better each month, depending on what grade of certificate one had.

She kept on with her teaching until after Laurine was born. Then I was fourteen and old enough to help Mother and she felt she was not needed at home. She left home in 1904 to enter Deaconess training at Immanuel Deaconess Institute. Since she was a young girl she had felt the call of the Diaconate, and it was indeed a crushing blow to her hopes and dreams of service as a Deaconess, when after five years she suffered a nervous breakdown caused by over-work.

After her recovery from this illness she never felt that she was strong enough to resume work as a Deaconess, and her life has been filled with more ordinary work. Wherever she has been, she had been a most wonderful efficient helper; at times as house maid in Des Moines homes, but also at the Old Folk’s Home in Madrid, Children’s Home in Stanton, at Bethphage, and also for some periods of time at Immanuel. When needed she would come home and help out. Truly she helped me so much while the children were small, I feel I can never fully repay her.

In later years her once so skillful and capable hands have been badly crippled by severe arthritis, which has also affected other parts of the body. With an indomitable will and purpose to not give up and become an invalid, she has kept active in spite of pain and handicaps. Now, after Mother’s death, she has been able to do the necessary house work for Carl and herself in the old home.

Although George never enjoyed the good health and strength that the rest of us did, he was an able pupil in school and later he even wanted to try to go to school and take up a business course. However, after only one term at G. A. he had to give it up. Incidentally it is interesting to note that all of us, except Serenus and Esther, studied at Gustavus at some time.

Of a nervous and timid nature George did not like to do any work that involved taking responsibility. It bothered him even to have to drive a team of horses; but he could and did do other labor on the farm, even digging tile ditches at times. In later years he became moody and depressed and after moving to town he was a semi-invalid for many years. It took much Mother-love to try to give the help and understanding needed in those later years of his life until his death at the age of 56.

After completing the eighth grade in District No. 9, Lawrence was happy to stay and work on the farm until at the age of 20, he felt the call to study for the ministry. In 1908 he enrolled at Minnesota College in Minneapolis, then an academy of the Augustana Synod, but later discontinued. While there he received valuable training in congregational work as assistant to the Rev. August Seashore, pastor at Grace Lutheran. He worked at the building up of Home Mission work at both Lebanon and Bethany, now large congregations in Minneapolis.

Not having had a high school training, those years at Minnesota College added to later college and seminary study, seemed a long, long road to travel, and he faced a very difficult decision. He had always liked work on the farm and as he looked ahead to those many years of study before he could reach his goal, he was very much tempted to give up his dreams and go back to farming. Many were the discussions he had with Mother as she was finishing her evening’s work in the hot little summer kitchen after the rest of the family had gone into the more comfortable rooms of the house. In the end, his pathway lay straight ahead toward his early goal and in 1912 he enrolled at Gustavus to continue his schooling.

In 1919 he was ordained and in June that year he and Dagmar Paterson of Little Falls, Minnesota, were married. Their home has not been blessed by any children, but he has often said, “All the children of our church are our children.” Also the nephews and nieces have been close to their hearts. He has served in parishes in Milaca and Bock, Braham, and Ebenezer in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and for the last twelve years in Albert City, Iowa, Mow nearing retirement age, he has been active in the planning and building of a beautiful church unit which was dedicated last spring. Their hopes are for a little home in Gowrie upon retirement, and we all are for that!

What of my own dreams? Since early years I had always loved to read, more than doing beautiful fancy work as did Mother, Esther, and Ruth. Next to that I loved to plant garden and flowers, and to see things grow. My earliest ambition was to be a Seeds woman like Emma V. White, who ran advertisement in our papers of that day.

But after my period at home as Mother’s helper it seemed the natural course for me to get a certificate and teach country school as Carl and Esther had done. I loved teaching, but after two years I felt the need of better schooling if I should continue that work. So in 1913, at the age of 23 years, I enrolled at the Academy at Gustavus. It was not easy to be classed with those youngsters of first class in Academy after being a school teacher, but I have felt that those years at Gustavus have been of great value to me. Carl Knock was then at the head of the Academy. Years before he had been my favorite teacher in country school. With his assistance in planning my work, I was able in three years to complete the Academy work, and most of the freshman work in college.

Lawrence had succeeded in getting for me as a room-mate that first year a senior girl, Dagmar Peterson. Some years later she became my very dear sister-in-law, Lawrence’s wife. Although she and her friends were near the top rung of the ladder of learning, and I, thought older than most of them, was at the very foot, they welcomed me as one of their group. They taught one something not offered in the school curriculum; I learned how to play. In other words, the hikes into the lovely Minnesota River woods, the picnics, the little dormitory parties, when some one got a box from home all opened me to a wonderland I’d never dreamed of.

Those were wonderful years, but now other plans came into my life. I came back home for one more year of teaching in the home school, but my heart was not fully in my work any more. Even before I went to Gustavus our mutual interest in church and school work had made Clarence and myself very good friends. I may be true that “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Our friendship ripened into love and so it was that in March 1918, I came back from Hector, Minnesota, where I had supplied as teacher for some time, and we were married.

We bought a little home, enlarged it several times to make room for our growing family. We had it all paid for and the future looked bright for us. Then came the depression. In 1933 Clarence lost his job at the bank. No other jobs were to be had. With eight mouths to feed and no income at all, it was Mother and Carl who came to our help, suggesting that we move out to the old farm home. We rented out our lovely town home for the big (?) sum of $15 a month. That gave some income regularly, but not enough. Clarence even worked at W.P.A for some months to eke out our income. Those were hard times, but we didn’t starve on the farm. For fifteen years we lived there in the old home, Clarence commuted to Ft. Dodge and helped many of the young folks of the neighborhood get a start in Junior College by providing free rides.

In turn help came to our own children in various ways, so all were able to get a college degree and are now engaged in useful work and in homes of their own. Being more or less shut-ins these last three years we enjoy our home in town and the homecomings of our loved ones.

It had almost been taken for granted that brother Serenus was the farmer of the family. What further schooling he had had was agricultural in nature. When he and Edythe, a neighbor girl, were married in 1917, he took over the farm. Serenus embarked on quite a different kind of farming than when Father was at the helm. He was interested in scientific farming and pioneered in raising pedigreed hogs, even to erecting a heated sales pavilion for special sales. Seemingly he was ahead of the times. Farmers liked good hogs, but were not educated as to what they were worth, and at times his efforts were discouraging.

In the spring of 1926 Serenus decided to quit farming. Their only son, Eugene, was six years old when they moved to Texas, partly to seek a warmer climate; but after living in Ft. Worth for about two years, that which may have been the underlying reason for leaving the farm, crystallized into action. In January 1928 he enrolled at Augustana for a shortened course in preparation for the ministry and in 1932 Mother had the joy of seeing her third son ordained as pastor. He has served faithfully and well in parishes in Evansville, Minnesota; Fresno, California; and Denver, Colorado; and at present is pastor at Mason City, Iowa.

After Serenus quit farming Carl took over the farm and now for 30 years has continued farming, driving out from home in town daily when the farming season is on. During the fifteen years that we lived on the farm, our boys worked for him during vacations. Now at 77 years of age, Carl still does not feel that he is old enough to retire, as we often have suggested that he should. Frugal in his own wants it has been his joy to help others, and especially to give generously to Home and Foreign Mission work.

From early childhood Ruth had a love for music. She learned to play the piano from learning the notes in her public school music which was just at that time being introduced into the school curriculum, and which a rural teacher of eight grades had not much time to stress in her teaching. Very nimble with her hands, Ruth did lovely fancy work and sewing, but music was her very life.

Thus it was only natural that she should go to Gustavus and study music, especially pipe organ. In 1920 she got her certificate in pipe organ, but since at that time the church in Gowrie had an organist, she looked else where for a position, and served in Bernadotte, Minnesota, for some time. Then she studied at L.B.I. for one year before she came home to Gowrie in 1922, to take up the work she loved and so faithfully performed as organist of Zion until her illness and death in 1941 at the age of 46 years.

It may be of interest to hot here that her salary never exceeded $300 a year. Had she been money minded she might have rebelled at this pittance. Since she lived at home and helped Mother she had enough for her personal needed and so got along on the $25 a month. She was happy and content to serve the Lord with her music, while also faithfully taking an active part in every organization of the church.

As a boy we used to call brother Milton a book-worm, for he was never happier than when his nose was buried in a book, and then he was oblivious of anything that went on around him. Unlike the other boys he never cared for farm work, though he did what was required of him when he was at home. In fact, one summer when on vacation, he tended one of Carl’s Hart Parr engines on one of the threshing rigs, and did it well. But he never learned to milk a cow! Lawrence relates of how when he and Serenus were doing the milking, Milton would perch in the manger and read aloud to them.

Times had changed. Milton was the first one of us to have the opportunity of attending the High School in Gowrie after completing eighth grade in District No. 9. There was no consolidation as yet, so Milton, and later Lillian, both enrolled as tuition students. When it was not possible for them to drive back and forth to the farm, they boarded at Albert and Marie Renquist’s home. In the fall of 1914 Milton enrolled at Gustavus, where then both Lawrence and I were attending. When he graduated from college it was his ambition to study law, which he did for one year. Mother was not happy over his decision for in her concept of things, “A lawyer was certain to be a liar.” Maybe it was an answer to her wishes and prayers when after that one year of law study he changed courses and decided to study for the ministry.

As a pastor, as teacher and as an author, he has contributed much to the work of the church. His published books are: People Are Asking and More People Are Asking which are compilations of answers to many questions which were first printed in a column in our church paper. Other books are: Holy Garments, The Psalms, and Studies in Isaiah.

After his ordination in 1923 he served as pastor at Anoka, Minnesota, for three years, then from 1926–1928 he did graduate study at Princeton Seminary and Chicago University Divinity School; From 1928–1931 he was instructor in Old Testament at Augustana Seminary; then again took up work as pastor, serving First Church, St. Paul, Minnesota, until he began teaching at Luther Seminary in St. Paul in 1941.

Much is being discussed these days about Lutheran Unity. Milton’s life presents a rather unique experience in this important sphere. While still pastor at First Church (Augustana Synod) he taught one class in Dogmatics at Luther Seminary (E.L.C.) and a class in Old Testament at Augsburg Seminary in Minneapolis (Lutheran Free Church). At the same time he served on the Board of Directors for Augustana College and Theological Seminary. Since 1941 he has been Professor of Old Testament at Luther Seminary in St. Paul, and has now affiliated with the E.L.C. Synod.

In June 1923 he was married to Euphemia Swanson of Gowrie. Their youngest son Donald is still studying at Gustavus. The other four are now grown and in homes of their own. They have four grand children.

We do not know when the dream first came to Lillian that she should be a Missionary. After graduating from Gowrie High, and two years study at I.S.T.C. in Cedar Falls, she taught grade school for three years, before enrolling at L.B.I. where she studied for two years. From there she came to Gustavus to complete her college work.

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After graduation from college, at the age of 25 years, she was sent to China as a Missionary Teacher. However, she was there less than two years, as all missionaries were then called back home because of the unrest and anti-foreign sentiment that arose in China at that time.

After several years of teaching Junior High in Dayton and in Gowrie, God guided her into another field of service, for when missionaries were again allowed in China, she felt she was too old to learn the Chinese language. During her stay in China she taught in the school for the missionaries’ children, and had to opportunity to study the Chinese language. So it was that in June 1931, she was married to the Rev. Verner A. Granquist and she began her real life work as pastor’s wife, a mission she so ably fulfilled, as helper in the church work and as the mother of three children.

God’s ways are not our ways. It is hard to understand, but the light of eternity will reveal to us why she should be called to lay down her life work at the age of only 51 years, leaving her husband and children to carry on alone. After five years it is wonderful to see her children all dedicated to special work in God’s Kingdom: Phoebe as the wife of a Seminary student, and Ted and Luther both preparing for the ministry.

When Laurine graduated from High School in 1921, she did not at once enter college. Instead she stayed home for a year to take her turn as Mother’s helper until Ruth came home in 1922 to take up her work as organist and also help Mother. Then Laurine went to L.B.I. for one year, and in 1923 Esther prevailed on her to be her assistant at the Children’s Home n Stanton, Iowa, for a year.

So it was not until the fall of 1924 when Lillian was a senior at G.A. that Laurine enrolled as a freshman there. In her sophomore year she took ill with a bad attack of the flu, and had to give up school for a while. However, the next fall she entered I.S.T.C. in Cedar Falls for the two year normal course.

After two years of teaching at Newhall, Iowa, she went back to I.S.T.C. and in 1931 received her B.A. degree, ten years after finishing High School. Then followed three years of teaching at Algona, and two years at Gowrie. In the fall of 1936, out of the blue sky, as it were, came the offer of a teaching position in the public schools of Dubuque, Iowa. In Dubuque she embarked on a long and successful career as primary teacher, serving there for 16½ years. During these years she helped our girls, both Clarice and Vivian, by offering them a home with her while they studied at the University of Dubuque.

With this background of teaching experience, she was urged to apply for the position at Luther College as “teacher of teachers-to-be,” and since January 1953 has served as Director of Teacher Education and Placement there. She bought a nice little home which she shared with a dear friend and fellow-teacher, Anne Blanchard. However, this fall (1956) she lives alone, as Anne accepted a position out in New York. In August 1956, after three years of summer school work, she received her Master’s degree in Education, from the University of Nebraska.

As I have tried to relate our various life stories in sequence, it has been like piecing together a jog-saw puzzle, and perhaps a rather confusing picture has been the result. It has not been my purpose to go into all the details, but rather to sketch the out reach of Mother’s influence in our lives. For as a heartline she encouraged us all by her prayers, her admonition and any help that we needed, that each of her children might find his or her place of usefulness in God’s Kingdom.

Chapter 7: Work on the Farm

With so many brothers in our family, we girls never did have to milk cows as most farmer’s daughters did. Esther one year helped stack the oats, that was before shock threshing was started. Once her hand was pierced through with the tine of a pitch form. A poultice of salt pork was put on it and it healed without trouble.

I don’t know when the above photo was taken, or who is in it. All I know is that it was taken by the Walline photography studio of Gowrie, Iowa, from the embossed logo in the lower right corner of the heavy board upon which the photo is mounted (see below). A Google search turned up the following information at this website: 

WALLINE, ANDREW LARSON

Walline had a studio in Gowrie, Webster County, in the early 1900s. He used a curved mount format. He may have also worked in Des Moines. From the Gowrie News, May 7, 1936: “A. L. Walline, Gowrie photographer and prominent member of the Congregational Church here several years ago, died Monday morning in a hospital at Hampton, where he had been a patient since January 17. Mr. Walline moved from Gowrie twelve years ago to open a photo studio in Clarion. Funeral services will be held here this afternoon with the Rev. W. L. Patterson of the Methodist Church in charge. Andrew Larson Walline was born in Willinge Malmohus Lan, on November 27, 1865, and was baptized the same year. He learned the cabinet making trade and worked at that trade after coming to the United States in 1888 and locating in Des Moines. While working in Des Moines he attended night school and became a naturalized citizen at that time. Later taking up the photographic business, he conducted studios at Harcourt, Stratford, Boxhold, Ogden, and Gowrie. He was united in marriage to Miss Anna Dahl of Harcourt on January 16, 1898 and they made their home in Gowrie. To this union three sons were born; Lawrence who died in 1916; Paul, of Crookson Minnesota; and John of Hampton. Surviving Mr. Walline are his sons, Paul and John, and a granddaughter, Phyllis Walline, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Paul Walline.”

There are ten examples of this photographer's work in the SHSI collection.  Several are of towns near Gowrie.  Some are Sweden views, pirated comic or views from Eastern states.

Corn picking in those days took many weeks and we girls were called upon to help with this work. For those weeks we, so to speak, turning into boys, though we never did wear overalls or jeans as women of today do. Mother never required us girls to help with the house work as long as we helped in the field. At the start of corn picking time a large bolt of heavy husking flannel would be bought. With two sizes of patterns, large for men and small for boys and girls, we cut out and sewed a large supply of mittens; then at the close of a day’s work in the field we would sew patches on where needed.

When it was dry and not too cold, husking corn was fun. There were cold frosty days when our mittens would get wet and our fingers tingle with cold no matter how busy we tried to be. Serenus and I used to be partners at one wagon. Though younger than I, being a boy he could pick his row as fast as I did mine. How well I remember with what pride of achievement we would ride home on a big load of corn, and how good our meals tasted. Father, though he had withdrawn from active farm work, stood ready to scoop the corn into the crib for all of us. This task, and the pumping of water from the deep well for the stock, he considered his work as long as he was able and neither of these tasks was easy work.

We considered ourselves lucky (or smart) if corn picking was completed by Thanksgiving Day. It often took longer. When the last load was in we celebrated with a feast of “kropp-kakor” or potato dumplings, a rare treat.

Father never was interested in new modern ideas of farm equipment, but after he retired and the boys took over, many ways of farming were changed. The greatest change perhaps was that after the county drain went through, tile was laid to drain the ponds so that all the land could be tilled.Tiling also did much to improve the roads. One wet summer both grades half way to Gowrie from our place were under two or more feet of water and for weeks we had to drive around to the east adding 2½ miles to our driving distance. On all roads the sticky Iowa mud would at times make driving next to impossible. Gravelled roads were not known until after the automobiles began coming into general use. What a change in the last 35 years.

As years went by many changes took place in farming ways and equipment, and so came the time when the steam engines of the threshing rigs, gave way to gasoline engines. Brother Carl bought the first gasoline engine in our part of the country. One night we never can forget is when his big new Hart Parr slipped off a grade as he was going east from our place. Those old Hart-Parrs made a terrific noise, and as he worked most of the night to get it back on the road, the exhausts sounded like the world might be coming to an end, or like cannon fire! For some years Carl really went into the threshing business. At one time he owned three rigs and hired crews to run them. There were as many as five of those big Hart-Parr engines on the farm, two he bought second-hand to use for spare parts.

Mother’s work on the farm was “never done.” After the rest of the family were in bed, she would sity for hours by the dim light of an old kerosene lamp, knitting or sewing. Mother had to provide long knitted wool stockings for so many; not only stockings, but for the school children also long leggings, scarfs, and mittens, all of which she knit of woolen yarns. One time she knit several pairs of stockings for Mrs. Lennarson, as pay for a good dress that she had made for Esther. Though not skilled in fine sewing, Mother had a sewing machine and made the every day garments for the whole family, even Father. I do not think in his whole life on the farm he ever bought any ready-made overalls of shirts. Not only did she make the countless shirts, dresses, pants and outer garments for us all. She also made all the undergarments. There were no rib-knits in those days.

For summer wear there was always a plentiful supply of flour sacks for panties and vests. For winter she bought a large bolt of gray outingflannel for long drawers for everyone. It required some skill to fold the bottoms of these snugly under the long woolen stockings so as not to show an unsightly bulge. We didn’t like these undergarments, but they did keep us warm.

Mother had a love for pretty things and enjoyed knitting and crocheting lace in her “spare time.” I’m quite sure there were no untrimmed muslin petticoats for her babies and girls. As we grew larger, there would be voluminous flounces on the petticoats edged with beautiful wide lace. I still treasure my baptismal dress which has a front panel of crochet and rick-rack and 4 inch wide edging at bottom of both dress and slip of the same pattern. As Esther grew older she shared this love for fancy work. So also did Ruth. Esther began to design new patterns, wrote detailed directions, and sold these to various women’s magazines to get money for thread.

The cooking of meals was relatively simple in early days, but much food had to be prepared for the growing family. There were large semi-weekly bakings of bread, rusks, and cookies for no baked goods was ever bought at the store. A large kettle of potatoes disappeared at one meal. As fruit (apples, plums, and cherries) became plentiful, the dessert was most often canned sauce, which meant hours of canning fruit. At first Mother used some small mouthed earthenware jars for canning plums and tomatoes. She bought these from Mrs. Woodard when they moved to Dakota. The were seals by several strips of muslin dipped in hot rosin and pressed over the top. In later years Mason jars were purchased though the old jars were still used, for glass jars were costly to buy.

Even fuel was not plentiful, for as yet there were no trees to cut for wood. Father hauled coal from the mines near Lehigh. Hauling one load was generally considered a two day trip with his slow team. There were cobs, but not too plentiful a supply, since Father hauled the ear corn to town. The first year on the prairie, Mother has told of how she would pull the long wild grasses and twistit into bunchesto burn in her little cook stove.

As for water, for many years this was carried from a well almost a quarter of a mile from the house. Mother often said she thought that the hardest work of washing clothes was done after the water had all been carried to the house. It was hard water which had to be heated and “broken” [softened]  with lye. There were no detergents as we now have that could be used in hard water. Of course, in summer there was some rain water in a large barrel but this could not be stretched for all needs. When in winter there was plenty of snow, it could be carried in and melted but was often black and unsatisfactory.

There were two factors that made it possible for Mother to accomplish all this work, which we of today would consider utterly impossible. The first was that there weren’t the many outside activities of modern day living. There were occasional visits to neighbors, but these visits were rare; for the most part all the family stayed home and worked. And the second factor was that as the family grew each one learned to help in various ways.

Chapter 6: Visitors

Many visitors did come to our home on the farm, some welcome, others not so welcome. Even in pioneer days the Indians had moved from these parts, but Mother had one experience when Indians came when she was alone at home with her little ones and frightened her very much. However, they only begged for some potatoes and she left her wash bench to get some, forgetting that she had slipped off her wedding ring and laid it on the bench. When she returned, an Indian squaw was admiring the ring now on her finger, but surprisingly she gave it back when she saw Mother’s frantic fear of losing her precious ring.

Gypsies also came in bands, begging, trading horses, and also stealing if they had the chance. Mother had told us that gypsies would steal little children, and we were afraid when we saw them coming along the road and would run and hide. One morning on my way to school, as I came up the small hill about half way, I saw a large moving object turning at the corner. Gypsies, I was sure! Leaving my dinner pail by a fence post, I ran back as fast as my little legs could carry me. When, after awhile, a farmer’s lumber wagon came along, I realized that I had run for nothing, and moreover that day I was late to school.

We had very slow horses and could never count on less than one hour to cover the four miles to town. One Sunday we passed a band of gypsies who had stopped at a place about two miles from home. For once the horses were urged to make more speed so that we had time to reach home, unhitch the horses and get in the house, lock the doors, and draw the shades as if no one were home. However, we children couldn’t forbear peeking from behind the shades and were seen by the gypsy who came to the door. It was very difficult to get rid of these unwelcome visitors if they once got into your house.

Then there were the tramps, even as we have a few even today. But two of these tramps were regular visitors. In earlier days there was “Kaffe-Olle” who was thus called because he always carried a coffee pot in his bundle and never failed to beg for coffee. On his first visit, Mother was very much frightened and taking the children ran down to the neighbors. However, he was quite harmless, and later she learned that though he would enter the house without knocking, he would only rest awhile, ask for his coffee and then go.

In later years there was “Jonte-Kalle,” a half witted man who made his regular rounds in our community. One of our neighbors took pity on him and had a place where he could sleep. How well I remember the tall gaunt man just sitting silently for a long time, starving vacantly at nothing. After Mother gave him something to eat, he was ready to start tramping along the road again. In his old age the authorities tried to keep him at the poor farm, but he was not satisfied to be there, and resumed his aimless wanderings.

Welcome to us children, though not to Mother, were the peddlers who were frequent visitors. Some drove an old bony horse hitched to a cart. Others carried large packs on their backs. It would happen at times that a peddler prevailed on Mother to keep him over night. In the large east hall was room for an old cot where she let him sleep; locking the door securely to the rest of the house. There was expectancy in our childish hearts when the next morning the peddler would open his packs and spread out his wares. It was to us like a glimpse into wonderland, as we stood spell-bound looking at the assortment of glittering trinkets, laces, ribbons, cloth, notions, etc. For in those days there were not dime or variety stores! Finally, Mother would choose her pay for her lodging, but she always got useful things, never any of the glittering baubles.

Most of the peddlers were Jews or Armenians who barely could speak the English language, but they were shrewd. Just lately I read an interesting account of how the six Jewish Younker Brothers, one century ago began their business by peddling their wares in Eastern Iowa. Now the large Younkerstores are flourishing in several cities in Iowa.

As time went one, some of the young people of the community were ready for marriage, and then there would be a great event, with all the neighbors invited to the wedding, but not the children of course. It was Mother’s custom to bring home to us her beautiful large orange, always one of the delicacies of the wedding feast, and the only oranges we ever tasted in our childhood.

At these weddings uninvited folks would come and “shivaree” the bride and groom. Bringing all kinds of noise makers, een shotguns, they would surround the house and make an awful clamor until the groom came and and treated cigars. Often they also wanted money. Small as I was, I well remember how we children at home were much frightened hearing such a “shivaree” at a neighbor’s house a mile from our place.

But there were also welcome visitors. How happy we were when we saw some of the Callerstroms come driving their white horse named “Peggoty,” or “Peg” for short. Or when about once every summer Uncle Frank’s family from Madrid came for an over night visit, their light surrey filled with the Anderson cousins, second cousins they were. Aunt Emma, Mother and the little folks would visit in the house, but Uncle Frank would get us older ones started on interesting games, and how we played! From Madrid it was almost a day’s drive even with Uncle Frank’s light-footed team, so quite early the next morning they had to start back home.

The Callerstrom daughters, first cousins of Emma Sophia Sjostrand Peterson. Front, Lily Hanna (Hannah?) and Daisy. I do not know the names of the two in back. From a Google search, I learned that Lily married David Vikner, and went to China as a Lutheran missionary. While there, she bore three children — Ruth, David, and Carl. Ruth died in 2011, in Chelan, Washington, about half a day's drive from where I now live in Seattle. I would have liked to have known this sooner; I would have tried to contact her. On another front, when I did a search for "Callerstrom" I found several individuals with that surname living in the Minneapolis area. I'm guessing that they would be my third cousins.

With our slower moving horses, we never did drive as far as to Madrid. Even the 18 miles to the Seashores south of Dayton would mean a 4 or 6 hour ride. With old “Hallie” who was the nice looking but slow footed single horse that we used to drive, we counted on it taking six hours to drive to Fort Dodge.

For many years the lumber wagon was the means of travel. Father was the first in our community to buy a spring wagon, a lighter vehicle. This had two seats, one of which could be removed when not needed for passengers. It was years later before we had covered carriages and top buggies. These both had detachable side curtains which were used only in bad weather. When there was snow in winter, many could pile into the old bob-sled, the wagon box mounted on double sled runners. I remember one snowy Christmas morning when an old quit was spread like a tent over the top of the wagon box, but we enjoyed it all. How inspiring to comeinto the church with its lighted candles in the “ljus kronor,” candelabra made to hold tall white candles in two tiers; the arms made of heavy wire and wrapped with fringed strips of tissue paper. Most of the homes owned a “ljus krona.” In church were several; it was only in later years that Christmas trees came into vogue. and electric lights instead of candles.

With such slow means of conveyance, even a visit to a neighbors was a big event but neighbors did some sometimes, many times even on foot. Then there would be neighborhood gatherings or “kalas” at times when several families would meet at some home for a good visit. These gatherings always closed with a devotional period before all left for their separate homes. Many of these neighbors came from the so-called pietists of the old country, and religion played an important part in their lives and they appreciated these gatherings for fellowship.

Yes there was fellowship and visiting even though the distances seemed farther because of slow means of travel. There were deep bonds of friendship in those days, which meant much to all. On Father’s and Mother’s twentieth anniversary, the Callerstroms had arranged a surprise for them. How well I recall, though I was but 8 years old, how we children coming walking home from a long day of Swedish school in the Telleen schoolhouse, say many buggies in the barn yard and a large group of people gathered in the front yard. Feeling embarrassed because of our bare and dusty feet, we wondered what it was all about. A lovely set of green-sprigged dishes was given to the folks by the friends as a remembrance of that occasion.