Saturday, January 28, 2017

Olaf


Brothers Olaf, Dave, Sam & Gust

I remember my great uncle Olaf Nelson as a quiet, contemplative man, suffering from near blindness due to severe diabetes, but doggedly pursuing knowledge. When he visited his brother and sister in Lowry in the 1950's, often I was in charge of loading the Hi-Fi with Society for the Blind records for him - news summaries, magazine & book recordings.

I wish I had known him in his younger years. By all accounts, Olaf was a remarkable man. He lived for most of his life in New London, Minnesota, working as station-master for the Great Northern Railroad. But this is a small part of Olaf's contributions to his community and the nation.

Family lore tell of the family's immigration from Sweden with a rambunctious set of brothers aboard the Cunard Bothnia in 1886, who climbed the rigging despite the calls of the crew to cease and desist. They of course could not understand the english crewmen. The boys heard the calls "bum bowlo" (actually "down below") and would warn each other with "Här kommer den bumbowlo" to avoid being caught in mischief.  [See post Fageras to Brandon 1886]


Olaf in Montana
As a young man, he left his Brandon, Minnesota home and traveled to northern Montana about 1910, where he worked on a crew constructing the infrastructure for Glacier National Park. From this experience he developed a passion for preserving and protecting the environment, becoming one of the founders of the New London chapter of the Izaak Walton League. Through this organization, Olaf was instrumental in the establishment of Sibley State Park on Green Lake near Spicer, MN.



In 1917, at the age of 38, he enlisted in the American Expeditionary Force and served in France. It seems strange to be accepted into the army at such an age, but his experience with the railroad made him a valued telegrapher.





He was a Boy Scout troop leader and in general devoted his life to the service of others. In the mid-50's, Olaf was honored by New London as Citizen of the Year.  Years later, his younger brother Dave received the same honor from the city of Lowry, Minnesota. In his remarks, he noted Olaf's earlier honor with the words ".. but he was a lot smarter than me."

Olaf married in 1929 at the age of 50. His wife Mathilde developed severe rheumatoid arthritis not long after their marriage and Olaf became a dedicated care-giver until her death in 1954.

This letter from Olaf to father Carl speaks to his character. It is one any father would cherish. Carl Nelson died in December of 1938.







Copyright © 2017 Dave Hoplin

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Mother Daughter

Esther



The Nelsons
Along with 5 brothers, my grandmother Esther was the sole Nelson daughter (sister Ida died at age two in 1886 in Minnesota and a brother Nils Gustaf at age 1 in 1885 in Sweden). Esther was dear to her mother Sofia.

Esther and cousin Mabel Carlson abt 1915













The family had immigrated from Sweden in 1886. About 1914, Esther left the Nelson farm in Brandon for Minneapolis. She was 27, seemingly destined for old-maidenhood. In Minneapolis, she boarded at 3045 Harriet Ave where her cousin Martin Carlson, wife Mabel and newborn daughter were also living. I don't know why Esther moved to Minneapolis. 3045 Harriet is 1 block south of Lake Street, an area of Minneapolis at that time largely populated by Swedish immigrants. Perhaps Esther was searching for a nice Swedish boy. Martin & Mabel had their first child early in 1914, perhaps she was helping the family. In any case, she worked as a housekeeper/maid somewhere in the area.

3045 Harriet Ave in 2017


Esther and mother Sofia were inveterate letter writers and it might be that without this letter from Mama, I could be someone else.
   


Original letter in Swedish (for Annie)

Translated letter - in English for the rest of us









The letter is a weakly disguised appeal to Esther to return to Brandon.  Mama Sofia was none too subtle.

"Dearly loved Esther"
"...do not lift any heavy furniture ...many have ruined their health ..."
"... I shall surely want you to stay as along as you can but I don't know how we can get through threshing without you."
"...Auntie does not want to say whether you should stay or come home to help us ..."
"...we do not want to hire a girl but we'll be fine if we stay healthy."
"... Ole was here on Sunday ..."
"Lovingly , Mama"

And of course, Esther returned to the Brandon farm and in 1916 married Ole Hoplin, my grandfather, and assured my future existence.

Copyright © 2017 Dave Hoplin




Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Johanna's Journey

My wife's grandmother, Johanna Killingberg, was born in 1882 in Leksvig, Nord-Trondelag, Norway - directly across the Trondheim fjord. Johanna was the 6th of 10 children, although 2 of her older siblings died at an early age. Her older sister, Marie, married in 1897 and in 1904, she and her husband Gabriel emigrated to the USA, specifically to Spring Grove, MN. In 1907, Johanna also emigrated with Gabriel paying for Johanna's passage. Johanna was 25. From the ship's manifest (see below), it is clear that she was traveling with 2 other women (Elise Hanaar(sp?) & Inga Rolle-both from Leksvig and traveling to Spring Grove). Elise & Inga were each traveling with their 2 children and joining their husbands in Spring Grove.

From Hellig-Olav passenger list


In 1909, a third sister, Anne, emigrated, also to Spring Grove.  In 1909 Johanna married Thomas Rosten and in 1919 they moved from Spring Grove to Pope County, Minnesota, where happily I discovered a granddaughter - a number of years later.

Thomas & Johanna - Spring Grove


Immigrants - Killingberg sisters





















Spring Grove was the first Minnesota settlement of Norwegian immigrants, with many from the Trondheim area. Norwegian settlement in the area dates from the 1850's, although the first major wave of immigration coincided with the 1862 Land Grant Act, which bestowed 160 acres on settlers who agreed to remain on the land for 5 years. Even now, the area around Spring Grove between the Root River & Iowa River is referred to as "Norwegian Ridge". The 1900-1910 timespan has been tagged as the "3rd wave" of Norwegian immigrants.

"High up on this broad ridge, with a view extending 15 to 20 miles on both sides, lies the village of Spring Grove, perhaps the most thoroughly Norwegian town in the U.S." - Norwegian Ridge website

[Editor note: Here's a plug for the Spring Grove based "Giants of the Earth Heritage Center, a must visit for Norwegian genealogy buffs. "Giants of the Earth Heritage Center is housed in the historic Ballard House at 163 West Main Street. “Giants” was incorporated in 2009 as a non-profit educational institution, dedicated to honoring, preserving, and interpreting the heritage of the immigrants who settled at Spring Grove’s Norwegian Ridge, cited as Minnesota’s first Norwegian immigrant settlement."]

Spring Grove postcard taken from Trinity Church steeple - 1908

I recently discovered a tiny notebook in my wife's Aunt Othelia's effects. (see Othelia's Story posts for a stirring WWII army nurse saga.) The notebook was kept by Johanna during her journey from Leksvig to New York in 1907. It is not, unfortunately, a diary, but it does provide detail on the where and when of her journey.







































The translation for p 1-3 is roughly

  • The 30th of April I travelled from Leksvik to Trondheim. [Editor note: 1907 - this would have been by ferry across the fjord]
  • The 1st of May I left Trondheim! Came to Tynset in the evening at 8pm. [Editor note: this would have been by train. Tynset is a stop on the rail line from Trondheim to Oslo]
  • In the morning at 6 AM the 2nd of May we left from Tynset and came to Kristiania(Oslo) in the evening at 7 PM. [Editor note: Norway's capital was named Kristiania  in 1907- renamed Oslo in 1928] 
  • From Kristiania the 3rd of May at 10 PM in the evening, we traveled to Kristiansand the 4th of May in the morning, and left from there in the afternoon. [Editor note: Johanna then traveled directly from Kristiansand to New York aboard the Scandinavian-America liner, Hellig Olav.]




Scandinavian-America Liner Hellig-Olav


Saturday the 5th of May [Editor note: aboard Hellig-Olav]
Monday the 6th
Tuesday the 7th
Wednesday the 8th
Thursday the 9th
Friday the 10th
Saturday the 11th
Sunday the 12th
Monday the 13th
Tuesday the 14th [Editor note: Arrival in NY]
Wednesday the 15th [Editor Note: travel by train to Spring Grove]
Thursday the 16th
Friday the 17th
Saturday the 18th
Sunday the 19th Pentecost

The 14th of May we came to New York in the morning and did not leave from there till the 15th of May at 9 in the evening.

Page 4 of the little diary is a bit mysterious. It is in a different handwriting and appears to be a poem or hymn. Something like:"Oh God, your mercy and Holy Spirit helped us through so we kept up the hope and good spirit."

I'd like to think it was a blessing and prayer from her mother.




Johanna 1956 
Johanna's parting gift to Sister Ingeborg - "to remembrance"


Johanna never returned to Norway.

Copyright © 2017 Dave Hoplin





Thursday, January 5, 2017

Workup

I grew up before the days of "organized" sports. No Little League, no Pop Warner football, no Pee Wee hockey programs. Just us. And I truly believe I am the better off because of it. Self sufficiency, inter-personal and organizational skills - self taught.

Back in 1957 Lowry, when that 10 year old yearned to play baseball, he had to:
1) Find at least 4 other like-minded 9-13 year olds in a town of 300 souls. (Later - how you play a baseball game with 5 people)
2) Come up with the equipment. 1 ball , 1 bat. Most kids had their baseball glove on the handlebars of their bike.
3) Decide on the location. Either the ice rink with the stone chimney of the warming house for a backstop. Or the school field with the hazardous Highway 114 parallel to right field.  Not hazardous in terms of physical danger, but hazardous in that if a ball were hit onto the highway, it could conceivable roll south all the way down Hedlin's hill and travel fully a mile from home plate. Not even the Babe could hit like that.
4) Divide into teams, although that required 8 people which was hard to come up with.


Lowry School - east side
Otherwise - workup. Workup rules for a 5
person baseball game on the school yard:

1) There are 2 people "at bat". The person not batting serves as the catcher. A runner on base must score on the 2nd batter's hit or he's out. Force out at home. (For some reason, the fielding ability of the catcher was dramatically worse than when he was in the field)
2) There is a pitcher, a shortstop and an outfielder in the field.
3) There is no first baseman, rather a "cross out" rule applies. On a ground ball, if the ball is thrown on the home plate side of first base and between the approaching runner, the runner is out. (This of course puts the ball onto Highway 114, so the thrown-out runner is also responsible for cutting off the ball before it gets a head-of-steam toward Hedlin's Hill. It also keeps the runner alert. No helmets. If you hit the ball onto the highway, you're out - and you get to retrieve it.)
4) In some cases, we agreed that catching a fly ball on the first hop makes an out.  Being a baseball purist, I always fought that rule.
5) No walks.
6) When a hitter made an out, he moved to the outfield, the shortstop to pitcher and the pitcher to hitter. i.e. Workup - work your way to the right to hit. (If a dominating hitter, e.g. a 13 year old playing with 9 year olds, a 3 run limit was put on each hitter.)


A variation of this took place on the skating ring. This could be done with as few as 3 kids. The stone chimney served as backstop. First base was directly behind the pitcher and also served as 3rd base, just as home plate also served as 2nd base. In this configuration, there was no cross-out as the pitcher could become the first baseman by running back 20 feet or so. It was also best if a rubber ball was used, preferably one that had the simulated seams that mimicked a real baseball, so better to break off that Warren Spahn curve ball. When we resorted to the 29¢ baseball from Hoplin & Nelson, it soon became a coverless string-mush from hitting that WPA stone backstop. Then I had to pilfer my father's black friction tape and wrap the ball to extend its life. This was great sport with a single downside. Directly across the alley from the rink stood Henry Brandt's massive garden. Hank was very protective of his garden and if a ball was fouled off and ended up amongst the pumpkins, there was hell to pay for the kid trying to retrieve it. I think Hank had quite a baseball collection. We sometimes waited until dark to try to retrieve the lost.

And the same organizational skills were required for a football game, a hockey game, basketball game.  Soccer, tennis golf - way outside our experience.

Copyright © 2017 Dave Hoplin