Monday, June 29, 2015

Half the story

 
This is my great-grandfather, Andreas Anderson, his wife Maren Nilsdatter, and their sons Carl Andreason and Nicolai Andreason; their youngest son Arthur was not yet born. Nicolai was my paternal grandfather. The picture was taken circa 1888. 

Andreas and Maren were both born in Borre, Vestfold, Norway, in the southern part of the country. It is the smallest of Norway’s counties, and the most densely populated. The couple married in 1878, and started their family. At the time, Norway was the poorest country in Europe, and farmers eked out a living on small farms. Their first son, Nicolai August, was born the year after their marriage, but died at age four, shortly after the birth of their second son, Carl Ludvig. Their third son, Nicolai August, was named after his deceased older brother, which was a common practice. In fact, Andreas had an older (deceased) brother named Nicolai August, for whom his sons were named. The youngest son, Arthur Monrad, and a stillborn twin sister were born in 1890. 

Sadly, Maren died at age 42, leaving behind her three young sons and grieving husband. The cause of death is lost to history; one family story held that she died in childbirth, whereas another is that she died of cancer. Andreas’s “spinster” sister, Anne Marie, stepped in to help Andreas raise the boys. The three surviving sons (Carl, Nicolai, and Arthur) all immigrated to the United States as young men. 

Norway had a patronymic naming system until 1923, where a child took the father’s last name, adding “son” or “sen” for males and “dottir” for females. So, a family consisting of husband, wife, and their children would have multiple “last” or surnames. Often an individual would take a third name, which would distinguish that person from someone with a similar name. The third name could be a characteristic, such as hair color or occupation, or geographic, related to the “gard” or farm on which the person lived. The family of Andreas, Maren, and their sons eventually took the last name “Tangsrud” as their permanent surname, after their farm Tangsrød. 

I have had this photo framed in my house for the last 20 years. I cherished it, as it was the only photograph I had of my grandfather with his parents and siblings. Turns out I had only half the story….
 
 

This is the full story. A distant cousin discovered this picture among her grandmother’s possessions, with the Tangsrud family to the left. She shared it with another family member, who shared it with me. And then we began to connect the dots. The family to the right is Andreas Anderson’s elder brother, Daniel Anderson, his wife Martine Andersdottir (who was the aunt of Maren, my great-grandmother, seated next to her); intermarriage among families was quite common), and their sons Nikolai August (and we Norwegians like to repeat names a lot), Oskar Ludvig, and Conrad Adolph. That family took the last name Danielson as their permanent surname, after their father. Nikolai stayed in Norway, Oskar died at sea as a young man, and Conrad immigrated to Minnesota. 

Someone in my family probably cut out the Tangsrud family, possibly to fit inside a frame, or because they were unaware of the relationship between the two families. The smaller photo – my “half” of the story – was reproduced and passed down on my side of the family, without the awareness of the full story.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

The Homesteaders: Nameless in North Dakota


The homesteaders. At least that is what I call them. I don’t know their names, but I can guess a little of their stories.

When I inherited my parents’ photographs, I took on the task of scanning and cataloguing them. Through research and my knowledge of family history, I have been able to identify many of the unlabeled photographs. Unfortunately, there are many that continue to elude me. I will likely never know the full story behind this photo, or the identities of the men and women. But to me, this photo represents more than just these nameless individuals. It is also a small glimpse into the life of settlers of the northern plains in the early 20th century.

The photographer was named Anderson. The name of the town under the photographer's mark is very faint, but it appears to be "Larimore".  The town of Larimore (located in Grand Forks County, in the eastern part of the state) was organized in 1881, prior to statehood. It was created when the railroad was built in that part of Dakota Territory. Like most of North Dakota, Larimore was settled by homesteaders, men and women who filed claim to 160 acres under the Homestead Act of 1862. In North Dakota, there were two Homestead “booms”, the Great Boom (1871-late 1880’s, which was prior to statehood), and the Second Boom (1898-1915), with the economically depressed 1890’s sandwiched in between.

This photograph was found among my paternal grandparents’ possessions, leading me to believe that these couples were fellow Norwegian immigrants, probably from the Vestfold region, where my grandparents were born and raised. The subjects appear to be three couples of roughly the same age, with a little boy standing off to the side. Based on their clothing and the timeframe of settlement by homesteaders in Grand Forks County, I estimate that the photo was taken circa 1905-1910. The small wooden building behind them is a typical Homestead shack of that time period, a simple building that allowed the homesteaders to meet the residency requirement and that provided (minimal) shelter from the elements. The lack of vegetation makes me think that the home was newly constructed, and that someone had just began a new life on this land.

The Homestead Act of 1862 was signed by President Lincoln in an effort to settle the West and to allow individuals to own and operate farms. The Act drew Easterners westward, but it also attracted immigrants. And in the Dakotas, many of those settlers were Norwegians. The requirements were fairly simple: be the head of a household, at least 21 years of age, have the ability to pay a filing fee, build a home, make improvements, and farm the land for five years. The reality was a lot harder. Less than 40% of those that filed claims “proved up” their claim and gained title to it. It is a great source of pride to me that all four of my grandparents succeeded. Their hard work, grit, and determination paid off, and I am the better because of that.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

The bride



Flossie Mae Slagle was my maternal grandmother's first cousin. They were born five months apart in Nodaway County, Missouri, in 1889. Their parents migrated west from Virginia to Missouri following the Civil War.

This photograph, taken in October 1908, was Flossie’s engagement picture. She married Lewis Elmer Barnes in November 1908, and their son Doyle was born 10 months later. Flossie contracted streptococcal pneumonia and died at age 21, leaving behind her husband and 15 month old son. She is buried in Monroe Cemetery, Ravenwood, Nodaway County, Missouri.

Monday, June 22, 2015

The Swedes

 

These men are Swedish immigrants that settled in Divide County, North Dakota, in the early 1900’s. One of the men, Karl, married a Norwegian immigrant, my cousin Aagot. These men worked, worshiped and socialized with my Tangsrud grandparents, and helped make a difficult life on the North Dakota prairies more bearable. And they had awesome coats.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

The homesteaders: chicken and chores




My maternal grandparents, Julius Forthun and Goldie Slagle, on their wedding day. They were married on March 18, 1914, in Williston, North Dakota. They met as neighbors and fellow homesteaders in McKenzie County, North Dakota. Julius, the son and grandson of Norwegian immigrants, was born in the Dakota Territory prior to statehood. He wooed Goldie with his good looks, charming personality… and by helping her with her chores on her 320 acre farm. Goldie was born in Missouri to parents who moved westward from Virginia following the Civil War. She had the gift of Southern cooking, and won Julius’s heart (and stomach) with her fried chicken, golden corn bread, and baking powder biscuits. The wedding was a small, quiet affair, held at the home of Goldie’s sister, who lost two young children just two weeks prior to the wedding. Despite the inauspicious start, their marriage was a happy one, and it produced five children, the youngest of which was my mother. Their marriage spanned two World Wars, the Great Depression, and six decades. It ended when they were parted by Goldie’s death in 1970.

The land and the man




My father, 1956, northwestern North Dakota. He was born there, raised there, & has lived his entire life there. He farmed it, hunted it, fished it, hiked it, studied it, photographed it, & loved it. The land shaped the man & the man shaped me.

25 things I have learned in (almost) 50 years




I am celebrating the twilight of my 40’s! I turned 49 this year. As I approach the half-century mark, I have been reflecting on my life and what I have learned.

As a birthday gift to me, I share some of my truths:

1. Growing older is a privilege denied to many. I am grateful, truly grateful, for one more year.
2. Trust my gut.
3. Often what I don’t want to do is the very thing I need to do most.
4. “No” is a complete sentence. It does not have to be explained or justified.
5. Promptness shows respect.
6. Shoes make the outfit (my mother was totally right on this one!).
7. We all have a story to tell.
8. There is no substitute for real butter.
9. The Golden Rule is the greatest moral truth.
10. The hymn “Amazing Grace” always makes me cry. Every single time.
11. Losing a parent is hard. Watching that parent suffer before dying is even harder.
12. Worry solves nothing.
13. Sometimes not getting what I want is a blessing in disguise.
14. Take the high road.
15. Becoming a mother is the best thing I ever did, except for marrying my husband.
16. I love good wine.
17. Everyone could use a prayer.
18. Comparison is the thief of joy.
19. Yoga is awesome – good for the mind, body and soul.
20. Change will not kill me.
21. I always have time for the things I put first.
22. I will never get to read all the books I want to read.
23. A bed that is made feels great to get into at night.
24. Please and thank you really are magic words.
25. Middle age is 15 years older than I am.