Sidney Ross Gould1,2

M, b. 28 December 1888, d. 24 November 1981
Sidney Ross Gould
FatherAlgernon Sidney Gould b. 18 Dec 1860, d. 16 Dec 1889
MotherMary Ada Henderson b. 27 Jul 1865, d. 24 Nov 1948
Appears on charts:Ancestry of Helen Grace Gould
Descendants of Zaccheus Gould
Ancestry of Tommie Glenn Stemm , III
Name Variation Sidney R.3 
DNA Ancestor* DNA Match with koehlerkimberly on Ancestry DNA. She is 1st cousin once removed. Common Ancestors are Grace Harris and Sidney Gould

DNA Relation with RR Gould on Aunt/Niece. Common ancestors are Sidney Ross Gould and Grace Harris.

DNA match with sarahkcoffield on Ancestry DNA. 1st cousin 1x removed. Common ancestors are Sidney Ross Gould and Grace Harris. 247 CM/12 segments. I descend from Helen, she descends from Howard. 
Name Variation Ross 
Name Variation Edgar Ross Gould4 
Birth*28 Dec 1888 French Creek, Upshur Co., West Virginia; WWI Draft registration lists place of birth as Buckhannon, West Virginia.1,5,6,4 
Residence*1900 Meade District, Upshur Co., West Virginia, USA; Enumerated, age 11, in the household of his Grandmother Eliza; his grandmother's 2nd husband, Theodore Cutright; his mother Mary; and his step-father, George Gould. Born Dec 1888, attending school.7 
Residence1910 Meade District, Upshur Co., West Virginia, USA; Student at Commercial College8 
Education* Sidney "Ross" Gould took classes at Columbia University, the University of West Virginia at Morgantown, and West Virginia Wesleyan College in Buckhannon, West Virginia.

Was a member of the Alpha Gamma Chapter at the University of West Virginia, Morgantown. 
Graduation* Davis and Elkins College; A.B. Davis and Elkins College, a member of the Phi Kappa Signma Fraternity9 
Marriage*23 Aug 1915 Robertson Co., Tennessee; Marriage license issued 18 August 1915 and signed by S. Ross Gould and George S. Harris. Marriage solemnized by W.M. Martin, MS (minister of the gospel).; Bride=Grace Harris5,10
Employment1916 Frostburg, Allegany Co., Maryland; Principal of Beall High School9 
Residence1917 213 Fayette, Cumberland, Allegany Co., Maryland6 
WWI Draft*5 Jun 1917 Allegany Co., Maryland; Sidney Ross Gould, age 28, registered for the draft in Allegany Co., Maryland on 5 June 1917. He was residing in Fayette, Cumberland Co. Maryland. S.R. was employed as a teacher at Beall High School in Frostburg, Maryland. He listed as his dependents, a wife and one child 10 mos. old.

He was described as tall and slender with brown eyes and dark hair. He was not bald and had no disablities.6 
Residence1930 8 Walnut St, Richwood, Nicholas Co., West Virginia, USA11 
Employment*1930 Ticket Agent for the B&O Railroad11 
Residence1937 4004 10th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Entry reads: Gould, S. Ross (Grace) frt rep B & O R R h 4004 10th av s12 
Residence1940 4004 10th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Age 51, born in West Virginia. Freight Representative for St?? Railway Co. Worked 52 weeks in 1939 and earned $2.700.

Enumrated with Grace 51 (who supplied the census info), Annie M. 23, Helen G. 20, Howard R. 18, and Ruth R. 16. Virginia is not listed with the family.3 
Death*24 Nov 1981 St. Joseph's Hospital, Tampa, Hillsborough Co., Florida; Cause of death: Cardiopulmonary Arrest (minutes) due to hypovolemic shock (hours) due to ruputured aortic aneurysm (hours. Death listed ast 10:47 PM on 24 Nov 1981.

Obituary appearing in the Clearwater Sun (Florida):

Sidney R. Gould, 92, followed his wife, Grace H., 93, in death by
12 hours Tuesday.

Mrs. Gould died in their home at 147 Bluff View Drive, Belleair
Bluffs, Tuesday morning. Mr. Gould was being driven to Tampa
International Airport Tuesday night to pick up their son, who was
coming here to attend Mrs. Gould's funeral, when Mr. Gould became
ill. He died at St. Joseph's Hospital in Tampa.

Mrs. Gould was born in Ravenswood, W. Va. Mr. Gould was a native
of Upcher (sic) County, W. Va. they moved here 19 years from

Before Mr. Gould retired he was a freight representative for the
B&O Railroad.

Mr. and Mrs. Gould both were members of Church of the Isles,

They are survived by the son, Howard R. of Houston; four daughters,
Virginia Stemn (sic) of Belleair Bluffs, Annie Brink of Berkeley,
Calif., Helen Hansen of Edina, Minn., and Ruth Garlock of
Excelsior, Minn.; and 16 grandchildren and 16 great-grandchildren.
In addition, Mrs Gould is survived by a sister, Margaret Harrison
of Dallas.

Feaster Largo Chapel is in charge of arrangements.13 
Burial*28 Nov 1981 Lakewood Cemetery, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Site 668A-44-714,13 


Grace Harris b. 16 Sep 1888, d. 24 Nov 1981
Marriage*23 Aug 1915 Robertson Co., Tennessee; Marriage license issued 18 August 1915 and signed by S. Ross Gould and George S. Harris. Marriage solemnized by W.M. Martin, MS (minister of the gospel).; Bride=Grace Harris5,10
  • Annie Mary Gould+ b. 15 Jul 1916, d. 20 Jun 2007
  • Virginia Margaret Gould+ b. 28 Nov 1917, d. 2 Jul 2010
  • Helen Grace Gould+ b. 23 Oct 1919, d. 8 Feb 1990
  • Howard Ross Gould+ b. 10 Nov 1921, d. 2013


  1. [S101] Robert Bell, ed Woodworth., The Descendants of Robert and John Poage (Pioneer Settlers in Augusta Co, VA); A Genealogy Based on the Manuscript Collections of Prof. Andrew Woods Williamson, Henry Martyn Williamson, and John Guy Bishop (multi-volume, Staunton, VA: McClure Printing Co., 1954),.
  2. [S157] 1900 US Federal Census, [SO3868:Anderson, Mrs. John Q.., [IT:Caldwell Workbook:IT] (Houston, TX: unpublished, 1966):SO].
  3. [S1210] 1940 US Federal Census, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; ED 89-177, Image 23.
  4. [S771] Edgar Ross Gould, Birth Record, Upshur Co., WV Birth Book 1, Section D, 1885-1890, Dorst & King, Heritage Books, Inc. pg. 140. Edgar R. Gould, Dec. 28, 1888, s/o A.S. & Mary A., 1-177-01.
  5. [S368] Gould Family Bible (photocopies of pages in possession of Dixie Hansen - no publishing information),.
  6. [S497], Sidney Ross Gould; Allegany Co., Maryland; 5 June 1917.
  7. [S157] 1900 US Federal Census, Meade, Upshur Co., West Virginia, ED 146, Image 11.
  8. [S325] 1910 US Federal Census, ED 147, Sheet 2.
  9. [S323] Free Note, General Register of the Phi Kappa SIgnma fraternity, 1850-1920, Entry for Sideny Ross Gould in 1916.
  10. [S1062] Tennessee State Marriages 1780-2002 (, Robertson Co., Tennessee 1915, August: S. Ross Gould and Grace Harris, license issued on 19 August 1915, marriage on 23 August 1915, page 431.
  11. [S356] 1930 US Federal Census, Nicholas Co., WV; Richwood City, ED 1, Sheet 11 B and 12 A.
  12. [S1216] US City Directories Minneapolis, Minnesota City Directory, 1937, Page 520.
  13. [S1372] Sidney Ross Gould, Certificate of Death Hillsborough Co., Florida, #81-096201, Filed: 25 Nov 1981, Wright Co., MN,.
  14. [S367] Cemetery Record, Lakewood Cemetery in Minneapolis, MN,;.

Grace Harris1,2

F, b. 16 September 1888, d. 24 November 1981
Grace (Harris) Gould
FatherRichard Rutherford Harris b. 22 Feb 1863, d. 21 May 1925
MotherAnna Maria Pribble b. 14 Sep 1863, d. 4 Nov 1954
Appears on charts:Ancestry of Helen Grace Gould
Descendants of Richard and Eleanor (Wanless) Rutherford
Ancestry of Tommie Glenn Stemm , III
DNA Ancestor* DNA Match with koehlerkimberly on Ancestry DNA. She is 1st cousin once removed. Common Ancestors are Grace Harris and Sidney Gould

DNA match with RR Gould on Ancestry DNA. Aunt/Niece. Common ancestors are Sidney Ross Gould and Grace Harris.

DNA match with sarahkcoffield on Ancestry DNA. 1st cousin 1x removed. Common ancestors are Sidney Ross Gould and Grace Harris. 247 CM/12 segments. I descend from Helen, she descends from Howard.
Married Name Gould 
Birth*16 Sep 1888 Ravenswood, Jackson Co., West Virginia; Delayed birth certificate issued in 1953 relies on the affidavit of Grace's mother, Mrs. R. R. Harris, on the 1900 Census, and on the 1923 birth certificate for Grace's youngest daugher, Ruth Gould.3,4 
Residence1900 Union District, Ritchie Co., West Virginia, USA; Age 125 
Residence1910 Union District, Ritchie Co., West Virginia, USA; Teacher in the Public Schools6 
Marriage*23 Aug 1915 Robertson Co., Tennessee; Marriage license issued 18 August 1915 and signed by S. Ross Gould and George S. Harris. Marriage solemnized by W.M. Martin, MS (minister of the gospel).; Groom=Sidney Ross Gould3,7
Residence1917 213 Fayette, Cumberland, Allegany Co., Maryland; Record reads: Gould S Ross (Grace), tchr High School, h. 213 Fayette8 
Residence*27 May 1925 Adrian, Upshur Co., West Virginia9 
Residence1930 8 Walnut St, Richwood, Nicholas Co., West Virginia, USA10 
Residence1940 4004 10th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Age 61, born in West Virginia. Not working but received more than $850 from source other than wages or salary.11 
ResidenceJun 1954 7016 Penn Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA12 
ResidenceNov 1954 Longview, Cowlitz Co., Washington13 
Residence1964 St. Petersburg, Pinellas Co., Florida14 
Biography* Grace Harris died of cardiopulmonary arrest at her home in Belle Aire Bluffs Florida at 11:52 AM on 24 November 1981. Her husband, Sidney Ross Gould, died the same day at 10:47 PM, also of cardiopulmonary arrest. They had been married 66 years. They were buried at Lakewood Cemetery in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Death*24 Nov 1981 147 Bluff View Dr, Belleair Bluffs, Pinellas Co., Florida; Cause of death: Cardiopulmonary Arrest (minutes) due to acute myocaridal infarction (hours) due to cornonary artery disease (years). Time of death is listed as 11:52 AM on 25 Nove 1981.

Obit (from a clipping... paper not identified):

Grace, Sidney Gould, of Port Belleair

Called the Sweetheart of Port Belleair, Belleair Bluffs, Grace H. Gould, 93, died Tuesday, Nov. 23, just 12 hours before her husband, Sidney R. Gould, 92.

While on the way to the airport Tuesday night to pick up their son, who was coming to attend his mother's funeral, Mr. Gould fell ill. He was rushed to St. Joseph's Hospital in Tampa, where he died.

The Goulds both came from West Virginia and moved to this area 19 years ago from Minneapolis, Minnesota.

Mr. Gould retired as a freight representative for the B & O R.R.

A congenial couple, the Goulds were members of Church of the Isles, Indian Rocks Beach.

They are survived by their son Howard R., of Houston; four daughters, Virginia Stemm of Belleair Bluffs, Annie Brink of California, Helen Hansen and Ruth Garlock of Minnesota; 16 grandchildren and 16 great-grandchildren. In addition, Mrs. Gould is survived by a sister, Margaret Harrison of Dallas, Texas.

In charge of arrangments was the Feaster Largo Chapel.15,16 
Burial*28 Nov 1981 Lakewood Cemetery, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Site 668A-44-B17,18,16 


Sidney Ross Gould b. 28 Dec 1888, d. 24 Nov 1981
Marriage*23 Aug 1915 Robertson Co., Tennessee; Marriage license issued 18 August 1915 and signed by S. Ross Gould and George S. Harris. Marriage solemnized by W.M. Martin, MS (minister of the gospel).; Groom=Sidney Ross Gould3,7
  • Annie Mary Gould+ b. 15 Jul 1916, d. 20 Jun 2007
  • Virginia Margaret Gould+ b. 28 Nov 1917, d. 2 Jul 2010
  • Helen Grace Gould+ b. 23 Oct 1919, d. 8 Feb 1990
  • Howard Ross Gould+ b. 10 Nov 1921, d. 2013


  1. [S157] 1900 US Federal Census,.
  2. [S204] Dr. Archis, DDS McGregor, Richard Rutherford 1791-1880; Eleanor Wanless 1793-1879, 10 July 1957, copy sent to Dixie Hansen in Saint Paul, MN by Terry Knox, Manchester, MO in 1999..
  3. [S368] Gould Family Bible (photocopies of pages in possession of Dixie Hansen - no publishing information),.
  4. [S1031] State of West Virginia., West Virginia Birth Records (, Grace Harris, delayed certificate of birth, 16 September 188, Ravenswood, Jackson Co., West Virginia, Filed 17 March 1953.
  5. [S157] 1900 US Federal Census, ED 12.
  6. [S325] 1910 US Federal Census, ED 76, Sheet 10B.
  7. [S1062] Tennessee State Marriages 1780-2002 (, Robertson Co., Tennessee 1915, August: S. Ross Gould and Grace Harris, license issued on 19 August 1915, marriage on 23 August 1915, page 431.
  8. [S1216] US City Directories Cumberland, Maryland City Directory, 1917, page 228.
  9. [S215] Richard Rutherford Harris, Ottawa, KS - Franlklin Co., Case #2550 - settled 29 September 1928.,.
  10. [S356] 1930 US Federal Census, Nicholas Co., WV; Richwood City, ED 1, Sheet 11 B and 12 A.
  11. [S1210] 1940 US Federal Census, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; ED 89-177, Image 23.
  12. [S323] Free Note, Address on return address of correspondence sent by Mr. S. Ross Gould to Mr. W. S. Junkin in Tigard, OR.
  13. [S968] Obituary for Annie M. Harris, Dallas Morning News, Dallas, Texas (5 Nov 1954),.
  14. [S1144] Obituary for Richard Frederick Harris, Hartford Courant (, Hartford, Connecticut (21 July 1964),.
  15. [S380] (November 1981),.
  16. [S1371] Grace (Harris) Gould, Certificate of Death Pinellas Co., Florida, #81-099327, Filed: 25 Nov 1981, Wright Co., MN,.
  17. [S22] Cemetery Inscription, personally observed, Dixie A. Hansen.
  18. [S367] Cemetery Record, Lakewood Cemetery in Minneapolis, MN,;.

Marit Tobiasdatter Steivang1

F, b. 13 August 1887, d. 6 July 1981
FatherTobias Embretsen Galten b. 20 Feb 1836, d. 1 Jan 1895
MotherRagnhild Marie Jonsdatter Tofthaug b. 21 May 1845, d. 5 Dec 1918
Appears on charts:Ancestry of Winston Russell Hansen
Descendants of Tobias Embretsen Steivang and Ragnhild Marie Jonsdatter
Religion* Lutheran 
Language* Norwegian 
Language English 
Biography Lucille James Brandvold: May's name alway starts Lucille crying. She says I'll never forget May staying by my side during the funeral of Grandma Brandvold. She thinks very highly of May.2 
DNA Ancestor* DNA cousin on Family Tree DNA: Winston Russell Hansen Father-Daughter with common ancestors Marit Tobiasdatter Steivang and Alfred Rasmussen. 
Married Name May Wick 
Married Name May Hansen 
Name Variation Marit Steivang 
Name Variation May Thompson 
Birth*13 Aug 1887 Steivang, Alvdal, Hedmark, Norway 
Baptism11 Nov 1887 Lille Elvedalen, Lille Elvedalen, Hedmark, Norway3 
Residence1900 Almindeligt Vaaningshus Østre Gade - Eier, Hamar, Norway; Ole b 1871 and Sigrid b. 1874 are residing with their 2 sons Tomas b. 1897 and Aksel b. 1900 and also with Sigrid's siblings: Marit Tobiasdatter Steivang, b 1887 and Johannes Tobiassen Steviang b. 1876.4 
Immigration*15 May 1903 Quebec, Canada; From Oslo to Hull, England on the S.S. Montebello, departing on May 1st 1903

Passengers include Marit "Steinvang" (age 16), her mother Ragnhild "Steinvang", her sister Ragnhild Brandvald, her brother-in-law Karl Pedersen Brandvold, and her neice, Kanutta.

From Liverpool England to Quebec on the S.S. Tunisian; It left Liverpool on May 7th and landed in Quebec on May 15, 1903. see photos at

Tunisian Passenger List for Steerage shows:

1098. Ragnhild Brandvold; Female; Age 24; Occupation: wife; Nation of birth: Norway; Destination: Stanley
1099. Kannuta Brandvold; Female; Age 8/12ths; Infant; Nation of birth: Norway; Stanley
1100. Hanna Kashevant; Female; Age 19; Occupation: domestic; Nation of birth: Norway; Destination: Ada Wis (Dixie: I don't know who she is)
1101. Marit Steivang; Age 16; Occupation: domestic; Nation of birth: Norway; Destination: Stanley
1102. Ragnhild Steivang; Age 58; Occupation: wife; Nation of birth: Norway; Destination: Stanley.

Canadian Border Crossing records indicates that Marit and her mother each had $10 in their possession.5,6,7
Biographyc 1907 1117 Hawthorne Ave, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Interview with May Wick: Mother [May] first worked in a private boarding house when she came to Minneapolis, as a dining room girl. She got the job through Christine Hokenson. She waited on table, brought the food out, etc. It was at 1117 Hawthorne Avenue all automobile places now. It was a private boarding house, had office people, real nice people. Everyone was so nice to her. Later she worked in the piece goods department at Powers Department Store. 
Residence1908 620 1st Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Clk The Leader (separate listing: Leader, The Powers & Hutchison Proprs Department Store at 251-255 Nicollet Ave)8 
Residence1909 802 S 6th, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Clk Cleary Co. (separate listing: Cleary Co., WF Cleary, Pres & mngr. Dry goods and house furnishings, 402-414 Central Ave)9 
Residence1910 1904 Hawthorn Ave, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Clk10 
Residence1910 1904 Hawthorne Ave, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Census leaves basic personal information (age and heritage questions) blank for all 6 people who were rooming in this household... but gives work infomation.

May Thompson is living in the household of John and Ella Ryan and their son (age 3) Wilford. Also enumerated (as roomers) are Carl Dulton, Mable Johnson, Florence Johnson, May Thompson, Ida Bethke, and Olga Bethke.

John is a Traveling Slasman, Carl is a teacher at a business college, Mable does desk work at a Dry Goods store, Florence is a worker at a factory, May is a clerk at a Dry Goods store, and the Bethkes are cutters at a factory.11 
Employment1910 Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Clerk at a Dry Goods Store11 
Residencea Aug 1910 2909 Bloomington Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Their first home was in the upstairs of a home at 2909 Bloomington Avenue South in Minneapolis. She did not work after they were married because to stay home and keep house was what you were supposed to do. She was a housewife for a full year. Mother thinks now that was so "dumb" as they could have been saving towards their own home and other things they wanted. She just didn't have enough to do at home and decided to go back to Powers and see if she could work there again. The superintendent was a funny guy, Mother said - he was always chewing his tongue! - and immediately he asked her "Oh, is something wrong!" A married woman wanting to work again must have trouble with her marriage!12 
Marriage*10 Aug 1910 Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Groom=Alfred Marinius Rasmussen 
Residence*1912 2909 Bloomington Ave, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Alfred is listed as a tailor, working at 105 3rd and residing at 2909 Bloomington Ave. May is listed as a clerk at Powers Mercantile Co.; Principal=Alfred Marinius Rasmussen13 
Residence*1920 4025 17th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA14 
Employment*1924 4025 17th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Rug Weaver15 
Residence1926 4025 17th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA16 
Residence1930 4025 17th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Owns home, valued at $5,500; Age 41, widowed; first married at age 22; employed as a weaver in a rug shop (owner).

Enumerated with her children Evelyn and Winston; There were renters on the 2nd floor: Lloyd and Lilace McCarthy and their son, John.17 
Marriage*10 Aug 1934 Watertown, Codington Co., South Dakota; Clergryman was G.O. Wigdahl. Fred (age 52) is listed as a widower (actually he was divorced) and May (age 46) is listed as a widow. Both reside in Minneapolis, Minnesota and are American.; Groom=Fred Wick18 
Residence1940 4025 17th Ave, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Age 52, born in Norway.19 

Mother was born in Steivang, Norway, on August 13, 1887. For some reason her
mother used August 12 as her birth date and Mother has continued to use this
date. She was the youngest of nine brothers and sisters. Most of her
brothers and sisters had left the home place by the time she was born. It was
hard to support a big family and was not unusual when a child was eight years
old or so that they were taken in by neighboring families to work for room and
board while they went to school.

Their home was a simple log cabin. All cooking was done in the fireplace.
They ate mostly potatoes, herring and fish - very little meat. They had a
vegetable garden and a cow. Her mother baked bread in a pan under the
fireplace. They had to walk seven miles each way to Lille elvedalen to buy
staples like coffee, sugar, etc. Her father didn't have much steady work. He
worked at a mine - not a miner but something to do with tools.

Mother doesn't remember having any special toys as a child. She had rag dolls
made of yarn and material. She did have a cat which she called Pisse - which
means female cat in Norwegian. She was a loving cat, loved Mother and Mother
loved her. Pisse slept with her all the time. She got under the covers and
was nice and warm - Mother was cold sometimes. Mother's bed was under her
mother's - a trundle bed. They ate at a table that could be raised up and
fastened against the wall. Mother's place was on what was probably the brace
against the wall and raised her up even with the table - really above it. The
room was small. Her mother had a weave stool. She spun the yarn and wove
material for everything they wore. They didn't have any sheep - probably
traded with others for the wool. She remembers when she went to school she
had two dresses, both alike, both green. One was for Sunday, the other for

When Mother was about six years old her father became very sick with cancer of
the mouth. The doctor wanted him to move closer to him so he could see him
oftener. So they moved to Lille elvedalen where her father got work making
harnesses. He lived only a year or so after that. Her mother owed the doctor
a lot of money. The doctor wasn't married, and to help pay him she went to
worked for him, cooked and kept house, and Mother, of course, could be with
her. All the other children were still with other families or married. In
fact her sister Judith had gone to America when Mother was a baby, and her
brother Andrew left for there when she was about tow. They went to America to
make a living - there wasn't much chance for them in Norway.

Her mother always had hand work. Whenever she went out she carried her
knitting with her, with the yarn pinned to the waist of her dress. She made
gloves and mittens with beautiful embroidery on them. When the doctor got
married his wife had her make her a skirt for skiing. She knit the whole
skirt out of black yarn with this beautiful embroidery all around. Her mother
was pretty smart but didn't have much chance - couldn't write very much as she
hadn't had much schooling.

When Mother was about twelve years old they moved to Hamar, which was a fairly
large city. They went there because Mother's sister Sigrid was there. Sigrid
was a very good dressmaker and her husband was a locomotive engineer. They
had a nice apartment and there was an extra room in the building for them.
Later her brother Johannes came and lived there too. It wasn't an apartment
building like we have here. There was one bathroom for all the people in the
building. Her mother got work for a doctor and minister, doing washing and
ironing and keeping house. She supported them that way. She was so well
liked and people were awfully good to them. They were poor but Mother can't
ever remember being unhappy. Mother got hand-me-down clothes from the
children of the people her mother worked for.

Mother was confirmed in the state church in Hamar. She finished grade school
and her teacher wanted her to learn more and helped her to get free tuition to
what was called continuation school. She went to that one year. It was like
high school. She also got a three month course in bookkeeping and arithmetic.
Arithmetic was her favorite subject and she was good at it.

Her mother saved money for them to go to America. It cost $50 for them to go
from Norway to Stanley, Wisconsin. That was a lot of money then. Mother's
sister Bertina, her husband, and their six month old baby, Connie, came with
them. Mother was sixteen years old. This was in 1903. In their trunk was
her mother's spinning wheel. Also the Singer sewing machine, a hand machine
which Sigrid had bought and which might probably still be in use someplace!

She and her mother lived with Mother's sister Judith in Stanley, Wisconsin.
Her mother helped midwives and took care of new babies - she was good at that.
Everybody wanted her so she always had places to go. Judith was a fine
dressmaker but a terrible housekeeper. Mother got busy and made the beds,
swept and scrubbed the kitchen because she thought it looked just awful. But
Judith was so well liked, so jolly, and people came in all the time to see
her. Everyone wanted her to sew for them. She was very good.

Mother's brother Andrew lived in Enderlin, North Dakota. She hadn't seen him
since she was two years old. He came to Stanley and because she would have a
chance to got to school she went back with him to Enderlin. Her sister Judith
was very upset that Andrew was going to take Mother away from her. She would
miss the housework that she had been doing. They had come to Stanley in May
and it was maybe a couple of months later that she left with Andrew for North

Mother got in with a family of Norwegian descent, very nice. He was the
mayor. Mother did all kinds of housework. She went to school one full year
and part of another, starting in first grade. The kids said: "Sixteen years
old and in first grade!" She moved through the grades quickly and finished in
seventh grade. She didn't have to take a lot of subjects. What she wanted
most was to learn the language. Her teacher was of Norwegian descent also so
she was able to help her. She stayed in with Mother at recess to do this.
She was very good to her.

In Norway her name was Tobiasdatter, her brother in Stanley, Wisconsin, took
the name Steivang, and Andrew took the name Thompson - close to Tobiasson, his
name in Norway. Andrew had her take the name Thompson, like his, and because
she didn't like the name Mary, which her real name Marit was close to, she
took the name May. So from then on she was May Thompson.

Mother decided to go back to Stanley, Wisconsin. She got work in the General
Store there. She had a relative in Spring Valley, Wisconsin, a second cousin,
Christine Hokenson, who was going to Minneapolis to work. She had been there
before. Mother decided to go with her. She didn't have a job or anything in
sight, but they went and she was happy. Her mother was still in Stanley,
staying with Mother's sister Bertina now. She supported herself, took care of
Bertina's children, and then helped other women. There were always a lot of
new babies.

Mother first worked in a private boarding house when she came to Minneapolis,
as a dining room girl. She got the job through Christine Hokenson. She
waited on table, brought the food out, etc. It was at 1117 Hawthorne Avenue -
all automobile places now. It was a private boarding house, had office
people, real nice people. Everyone was so nice to her. Later she worked in
the piece goods department at Powers Department Store.

Mother did have many boyfriends. One of them was a jeweler. He gave her a
bracelet and he wanted to marry her. In the meantime, however, she met our
father. He had come from Norway in 1907. Then between the two she didn't
know which one she like the best, so she decided she wasn't going to marry
anyone! But she did marry our father - and she was never sorry.

Before they were married and while she was working at Powers Department Store,
she had a room with another girl. One day the landlady called her at work and
said: "There's a sewing machine delivered to you - it has your name." Mother
told her no, she didn't order a sewing machine and that it must be a mistake.
But it was a gift from our father. She made good use of it. She made all the
pillow cases, sheets and curtains for their future home, and of course sewed
all her dresses too. In grade school in Norway children were taught to sew,
knit, crochet, embroider, etc.

Their first home was in the upstairs of a home at 2909 Bloomington Avenue
South in Minneapolis. She did not work after they were married because to
stay home and keep house was what you were supposed to do. She was a
housewife for a full year. Mother thinks now that was so "dumb" as they could
have been saving towards their own home and other things they wanted. She
just didn't have enough to do at home and decided to go back to Powers and see
if she could work there again. The superintendent was a funny guy, Mother
said - he was always chewing his tongue! - and immediately he asked her -
"Oh, is something wrong!" A married woman wanting to work again must have
trouble with her marriage!

Our Father was born in Nordland, Norway. He had come to America in 1907. He
had several sisters, one brother. His sister, Laura, and brother, Rolf, had
also come to America. In Norway the family living was made from fishing,
which he didn't like. He didn't like to go on the ocean. After his
compulsory military service he went to school and learned the tailoring trade.
This was his work in America. In those days there was piece work. Some
tailors made coats, some vests, others pants, etc. He was a coatmaker and
earned so much for each coat. He taught Mother how to make buttonholes and
she was able to help him.

They built their first home before Evelyn was born. Our Father worried about
building this home when they found out a baby was coming. They had been
married about four years then. But they got along fine. They had started the
home with only $200 cash. This was at 3613 - 16th Avenue South in
Minneapolis. Evelyn was born there in 1914. At this time they asked Mother's
mother to come and live with them. Bertina's husband (Brandvold) had died and
because her mother did not have much work now she didn't feel she should stay
with her any longer. She was with them until she died seven years later.

They lived in this first house from 1913 to 1918 when they sold it and built
the house at 4025 - 17th Avenue South, Minneapolis, when Winston was born.
They had bought the lot from our Father's sister, Laura. The house cost
something like $3000 - a little more. They had it all paid for in just a few

Then our Father contracted encephalitis (sleeping sickness they called it).
Mother says there was a lot of it at that time. The doctor (Dr. Tingdale)
had her call a specialist. He couldn't predict the outcome so couldn't give
much hope. It was a difficult time as Mother was pregnant. Father lived less
than a year, and Alfred Maynard, named for him, was born five months later.
Mother was thankful the house was paid for before he died. They had planned
after that to buy a piano for Evelyn (they didn't buy anything until they had
the money). But they didn't get to do it. (Mother did buy one several years

Mother used the $2000 insurance money she received to make a very nice
apartment out of the roomy attic in the house. With income from that, plus
piece-work making buttonholes for a tailor and piece work embroidery of baby
dresses, she was able to support the three children and herself. For a time
she also took in two newcomers from Sweden as roomers. Later she acquired a
rug weaving loom and for many years she wove rag rugs. Through word of mouth
and an occasional ad she had many customers who brought their bags or boxes of
rolled up balls or rag strips for her to make into nice rugs for them. The
loom was in the basement and she spent many many hours down there. She worked

Alfred Maynard contracted diptheria when he was three years old. Mother also
did and when this little son died Mother couldn't even attend his funeral.

Notes made by May Wick
(Marit Tobiasdatter, Steivang, Thompson, Hansen, Wick)
about her brothers and sisters:

Information on Family of Tobias Embretsen and Ragnhild Marie Johnsdatter

Tobias died of cancer about 1893
Ragnhild died of cancer about 1918

They had 9 children:

1. Judith emigrated to U.S. about 1889 - Lived in Stanley Wis. Got
married and lived there, they had 10 children all born U.S.A. Moved
to Coeur d'Alene Idaho; later to Spokane Washington where both died
leaving all children in that area.

2. Andrew Embret emigrated to U.S. in 1889. Settled in Enderlin N.D.
Married, had 3 children, the son lives in Portland Oreg. he died in ?
2 daughters live in Minneapolis. Hazel, Betty, Raymond.

3. Sigrid lived in Oslo, left a family of 9 children; several one died,
4 living. Live in Oslo, have several children. She married O.J.
Dahl. She died in ?

4. Johannes (John) married to Gusta Granberg lived in Stanley, where
they both died having 10 children, all married and living in diff.

5. Bertine (U.S. in 1903) lived in Stanley all the time, married twice,
had 8 children. She died in 19 ? Paul died, Elroy is the only one in
Stanley. Elroy, Connie, (?) May, Raymond, Norman in Mpls. Also
Connie. Melvin in Montana.

6. Fredrikke married in Mpls. 3 children. Flo, Harry, and May. 2 in
Mpls. May in (?)

7. Tobine married lived in Mpls. and Monticello died in 1975, had 2
children, Illene and Eugene. They live in Monticello.

8. Ragnhild came to Stanley. Married, died in ? 3 daughters, only one
living in Seattle Wash.

9. That's me Marit Steivang, Thompson, Hansen, Wick. 2 ch. living, one
died. Alfred Maynard 2 1/2 yrs. old.

That's all the family

Information Provided by Joyce Brandvold:

OLE JOHNSEN, born ??, of Tosthaug (also believe this is a suburb of
Brandvold) Norway, married:


Their children are:

1. JON (John) OLSEN, born 2 February 1817, Tosthaug Norway (birth
record states parents from Brandvold but all other records
list Tosthaug) 2. Peder Olsen
3. Ole Olsen, born ??, of Tosthaug 4. Sivert Olsen, born ??, of

(Note: These, other than Jon, are not verified as their
children as yet - must search more and will send added
information later. Years and town about right.)

OLE EMBRETSEN, born ??, of Ryhaugen, Foldalen Norway, son of Embret
__?, married:

RAGNHILD JORGENSDATTER, born ??, daughter of Jorgen Olsen

They had:

1. Embret Olsen, born 11 November 1816, Ryhaugen, Norway
2. SIGRID OLSDATTER, born 26 July 1818, Ryhaugen, Norway
3. Jorgen Olsen, born 9 July 1821, Ryhaugen, Norway
4. Ole Olsen, born 23 November, 1823, Ryhaugen, Norway
5. Lars Olsen, born 4 September 1825, Ryhaugen, Norway

JON OLSEN, born 2 February 1817, Brandvold (Tosthaug) Norway, died 2
July 1885, Tosthaug, Norway. Son of OLE JOHNSON and MARI OLESDATTER
(above) of Brandvold Norway, married (on 13 April 1844):

SIGRID OLESDATTER, born 26 July 1818, Ryehaug Norway, daughter of
Ole Embretsen and Ragnhild Jorgensdatter of Ryehaug Norway. He was
a farmer.

They had:

1. Barbara Jonsdatter, born 3 September 1843, Ryehaug, Foldalen,
2. RAGNHILD MARIA JONSDATTER, born 21 May 1845, Einnenbakken,
3. Maret Jonsdatter, born 3 (or 9) August 1847, Einnenbakken,
4. Elisabet Jonsdatter, born 18 September 1855, Gjedryglien,
5. Oline Jonsdatter, born 25 March 1859, Gjedryglien, Foldal,
6. Sigrid Jonsdatter, born 28 November, 1860, Gjedryglien, Foldal
7. Maria Jonsdatter, born 27 February 1863, Gjedryglien, Foldal,

Notes: Barbara, 1st born was illegitimate as was Jon's last

8. Maret Jonsdatter, born 20 December 1880, Foloien Norway. Her
father was Jon Oleson of Gjedryglien Norway and her mother was
Berte Jakabsdatter, born 1839, of Purtitnies of Sell, a widow.
Jon a widowman; Maret died 13 November 1884 in Kveberghaug
Norway of diptheria. Berte was a housekeeper by trade.

EMBRET THORBERGSEN, born about 1795 of Galten, (Gjelten) and
Flatnanger, Rendalen, Norway. On 25 September 1823 married:

JUDITTA FREDRICKSDATTER (sometimes used Skanike as surname), born
about 1804, in Dreujomoen Norway. She was the daughter of Fredrick

They had these children:

1. Beret Embretsdatter, born 10 June 1823
2. Peder Embretsen
3. Ragnhild Embretsdatter, born 18 June 1828
4. Juditta Embretsdatter, born 9 September 1830
5. Engbret Embretsen, born 5 May 1832, died same day
6. TOBIAS EMBRETSEN, born 20 February 1836, died 4 November 1895
in Drevjohytte, Steine, Norway
7. Thorberg Embretsen, born about 1839

Note: These are not all verified as to being their actual
children, but all are listed in the godparents of following
generations so assume they are of this set of parents. Ages also
make it seem so - will send along corrections if I find otherwise.
Must now go through a film on the Rendalen area of Norway for
further information.

TOBIAS EMBRETSON, born 20 February 1836 in Drevjohytte, Norway and
died 4 November 1895 (nosebleed) in Steivang, Norway. He was the
Galten (Gjelten) Norway. Married:

RAGNHILD MARIA JONSDATTER, born 21 May 1845, of Einnenbakken,
Norway. She died 5 December 1918 in Minneapolis, Minnesota. She
was the daughter of JON OLSEN and SIGRID OLSDATTER of Tosthaug and
Ryehaugen, Norway.

They were married 10 November 1870 in the Lille elvedalen area of
Norway; now called Alvdal, and had these children. Ragnhild took
the place name of Steivang as her family surname in the United

1. Juditta Tobiasdatter, born 30 September 1870, Lille elvedalen,
2. Embret Tobiasson, born 20 March, 1872, Lille elvedalen, Norway
3. Sigrid Tobiasdatter, born 7 October 1874, Gjedryglien, Norway
4. Johannes Tobiasson, born 5 February 1876, Gjedryglien, Norway
5. Ragnhild Bertine Tobiasdatter, born 7 April 1879, Gjedryglien,
6. Freddrikke Tobiasdatter, born 29 January 1881, Steivang,
7. Ragnhild Tobine Tobiasdatter, born 8 November 1882, Steivang,
8. Ragnhild Tobiasdatter, born 19 June 1885, Steivang, Norway
9. MARIT TOBIASDATTER, born 13 August 1887, Steivang, Norway
Note*17 Apr 1971 Final meeting of Østerdals Laget at home of May Wick 
Death*6 Jul 1981 Franklin Nursing Home, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Obituary from the Minneapolis Tribune 7 October 1981, page 5C

Wick - May, age 93 of 5405 Edenmoor St., Edina. Survived by her daughter, Mrs. Evelyn Sundgren, Birmingham, AL, son Winston Hansen Edina, 3 stepdaughters, Mrs. Winifred Holt, Mrs. Marion Dahlen, both of Mpls & Mrs. Dorothy Petzold, Eau Claire, WI, 14 grandchildren, 20 great grandchildren. Funeral services Thur 11 am at Enga Memorial Mpls. Chapel 5500 Stevens Ave. S (35W & Diamond Lk Rd). Visitation Wed. 7-9 pm. Memorials may be directed to St Luke's Lutheran Church, 17th Ave S at E. 38th St. or Ebenezer Hall 2545 Portland Ave. Interment Lakewood Cemetery.

Cause of death: Cardiopulmonary arrest20 
Burial*9 Jul 1981 Lakewood Cemetery, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Site 511-21-3 

Family 1

Alfred Marinius Rasmussen b. 4 Aug 1880, d. 5 Mar 1922
Marriage*10 Aug 1910 Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Groom=Alfred Marinius Rasmussen 
  • Evelyn Mona Hansen+ b. 11 Feb 1914, d. 27 Oct 1988
  • Winston Russell Hansen+ b. 1 Aug 1918, d. 7 Apr 2013
  • Alfred Maynard Hansen b. 5 Jul 1922, d. 20 Feb 1925

Family 2

Fred Wick b. 7 Mar 1882, d. 12 Jan 1953
Marriage*10 Aug 1934 Watertown, Codington Co., South Dakota; Clergryman was G.O. Wigdahl. Fred (age 52) is listed as a widower (actually he was divorced) and May (age 46) is listed as a widow. Both reside in Minneapolis, Minnesota and are American.; Groom=Fred Wick18 


  1. [S418] Social Security Administration., US Social Security Death Index, 1935-2014 (,.
  2. [S382] Kim Brandvold Dixie Hansen. 19 October 2003, (in possession of Dixie Hansen). Email from Kim Brandvold (e-mail address).
  3. [S139] Alvdal Kirkebok, Hedmark, Entry ID: Norway, (#2), Alvdal, Parish Register #1, (1863-1882), Birth & Baptism records 1887, page 21,.
  4. [S674] 1900 Census of Norway, Østre Gade - Eier Herm. Andreassen, Almindeligt Vaaninghus. House list #23, 2nd Floor, 5 living in the apartment.
  5. [S336] Microfilm at Fort Wayne, IN Library;.
  6. [S373] Digitalarkivet,, Ship Montebello, departing from Oslo, Norway to Hull, England on 1 May 1903, passenger #6024.
  7. [S769] Border Crossings: From Canada to U.S., 1895-1954,, Manifest of Tunisian, sailing from Liverpool; May 4, 1903, 083, Ranghild and Kanutta Brandvold.
  8. [S362] Minneapolis City Directory 1908.
  9. [S362] Minneapolis City Directory 1909.
  10. [S362] Minneapolis City Directory 1910.
  11. [S208] 1910 US Census / Minnesota, Minnesota, Hennepin Co. MN; Minneapolis; ED 75, 4th Ward, Sheet 8A.
  12. [S361] May Hansen Wick, 15 September 1979.
  13. [S362] Minneapolis City Directory 1912.
  14. [S326] 1920 US Federal Census, Hennepin Co., MN, ED 130, 7th Ward, Sheet 10A.
  15. [S362] Minneapolis City Directory 1924.
  16. [S362] Minneapolis City Directory 1926.
  17. [S356] 1930 US Federal Census, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., MN; Ward 7; ED 27-128, Sheet 35A.
  18. [S1162] South Dakota Department of Health., South Dakota Marriagaes 1905-1949 (, Fred Wick, age 52 - American to May Hansen, age 46 - American bot of Minneapolis, Minnesota - married on 10 August 1934 at Watertown, Codington Co., South Dakota, Certificate # 168775, registration #173.
  19. [S1210] 1940 US Federal Census, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; ED 89-186, Image 5.
  20. [S151] May Wick, Death Certificate 2281016910, 7/6/1981, State of MN,.

Alfred Marinius Rasmussen

M, b. 4 August 1880, d. 5 March 1922
Alfred Marinius Hansen
FatherRasmus Peder Hansen b. 24 Sep 1841, d. 16 Sep 1919
MotherMaren Katrine Larsdatter b. 24 Mar 1846, d. 30 Sep 1926
Appears on charts:Ancestry of Winston Russell Hansen
DNA Ancestor DNA cousin on Family Tree DNA: Winston Russell Hansen Father-Daughter with common ancestors Marit Tobiasdatter Steivang and Alfred Rasmussen. 
Employment* Tailor 
Name Variation Hansen 
Name Variation Alfred Marenius1 
Birth*4 Aug 1880 Alvestad, Grytøya, Troms, Norway 
Census*1900 Berg, Trondenes, Troms, Norway; Alfred Rasmussen is living in the household of Hans Berglund and is identified as a tailoring apprentice. Year of birth is 1869 (which does not correspond to Alfred's birth year of 1880). Birth year of Mathilde Markussen (above him on list) is also 1869, so it may be just a transcription error... and he wasn't listed with his family in Alvestad in 1880. No one in the household is married. Hans is the Tailor master, Mathilde Markussen and Afred Rasmussen are both apprentices. Nikoline Larsen is a housekeeper.2 
Immigration*1 Jun 1905 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts, USA3 
Residence1910 514 S 10th St, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Lodger. Census records is, for the most part, blank... but the address for the "Alfred Hanson" in the 1910 census matches with the address of Alfred M. Hansen, Tailor in the Minneapolis City Directory in 1909.4,5 
Residence20 Jul 1910 412 Nicollet Ave, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; NY Port of Arrival Record for Laura Karoline Hanson indicates that her brother, Alfred, was living at 412 Nicollet Ave. in Minneapolis.6 
Marriage*10 Aug 1910 Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Bride=Marit Tobiasdatter Steivang 
Residence*1912 2909 Bloomington Ave, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Alfred is listed as a tailor, working at 105 3rd and residing at 2909 Bloomington Ave. May is listed as a clerk at Powers Mercantile Co.; Principal=Marit Tobiasdatter Steivang7 
Residence1914 3613 16th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Tailor working at J.T. George & Co., residing at 3613 16th Ave S. Rolf Hansen is listed boarding at the same address. JT George and Co. listing says John T. George, Pres; FW Burwell Sec. & Treas. Merchant Tailors 510-511-512 NW Bank Bldg.8 
Residence1915 3613 16th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Tailor, working at 10 S 3rd.9 
Residence1916 3613 16th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Tailor, working at 10 S 3rd.10 
Residence1917 3613 16th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Tailor working at JT George.11 
Residence1918 3613 16th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Tailor, working at 10 S 3rd12 
WWI Draft*12 Sep 1918 4025 17th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Alfred Marenius Hansen, age 38, born 4 August 1880, registered for the draft on 12 September 1918; He was an alien (declared); born in Norway. His occupation was listed as Tailor and his employer was J.T. George Co. / 511 Northwestern Bank Building. He gave his nearest relative as May Hansen

Alfred was medium height and stout build with gray eyes and dark hair.13 
Residence1919 4025 17th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Merchant Tailor working at 3744 Bloominton Ave (A.M. Hansen)14 
Residence*1920 4025 17th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Occupation: Tailor at a coat shop15 
Residence1920 4025 17th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Tailor working at Juster Brothers. Juster Brothers is listed: Peter B. and Mayer M. Merchant Tailors, 400 Nicollet, Tel Atlantic-414116 
Death*5 Mar 1922 Deaconess Hospital, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Age 41 years, 7 months, 1 day. Born 4 Aug 1880 in Norway. Father is Rasmus Hansen and mother is Maren Larson, both born in Norway. Died on 5 March 1922 at Deaconess Hospital in Minneapolis, Hennepin co., Minnesota. Cause of death is Acute Lethagic Encephalitis (not flu). Test confirming diagnosis: clinical spinal punture. Dr. is A.C Tingdale [Dr. Tingdale was also the Dr. present at Winston Hansen's birth]. The informant is May Hansen.

Occupation is Tailor at Juster Bros.

Burial on 7 March 1922 at Lakewood Cemetery. Undertaker is N.L. Enger Und't Co.

Obituary in the Minneapolis Tribune on Monday, March 6, 1922:

HANSEN, Alfred 4025 17th av S age 41 last Sunday. Survived by widow and two children. Member of Sons of Norway Lodge No. 2 and the Tailors Union. Funeral services Tuesday 2 p.m. Bethany Lutheran church corner of 17th av and 42nd av S. Interment at Lakewood Cemetery17 
Burial*7 Mar 1922 Lakewood Cemetery, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Site 511-21-218 


Marit Tobiasdatter Steivang b. 13 Aug 1887, d. 6 Jul 1981
Marriage*10 Aug 1910 Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Bride=Marit Tobiasdatter Steivang 
  • Evelyn Mona Hansen+ b. 11 Feb 1914, d. 27 Oct 1988
  • Winston Russell Hansen+ b. 1 Aug 1918, d. 7 Apr 2013
  • Alfred Maynard Hansen b. 5 Jul 1922, d. 20 Feb 1925


  1. [S497], Alfred Marenius Hansen; Hennepin Co., Minnesota, #2166.
  2. [S674] 1900 Census of Norway,.
  3. [S216] From Trondheim on Ship: Ivernia.
  4. [S208] 1910 US Census / Minnesota, Minnesota, Hennepin Co. MN; Minneapolis; ED 97, Sheet 4B.
  5. [S362] Minneapolis City Directory 1909.
  6. [S365] Ellis Island online Database.
  7. [S362] Minneapolis City Directory 1912.
  8. [S362] Minneapolis City Directory 1914.
  9. [S362] Minneapolis City Directory 1915.
  10. [S362] Minneapolis City Directory 1916.
  11. [S362] Minneapolis City Directory 1917.
  12. [S362] Minneapolis City Directory 1918.
  13. [S497], Alfred Marenius Hansen; Hennepin Co., Minnesota, #2166; 12 September 1918.
  14. [S362] Minneapolis City Directory 1919.
  15. [S326] 1920 US Federal Census, Hennepin Co., MN, ED 130, 7th Ward, Sheet 10A.
  16. [S362] Minneapolis City Directory 1920.
  17. [S1475] Alfred Hansen, Certificate of Death Hennepin Co., Minnesota #17430, 6 March 1922, Wright Co., MN,.
  18. [S367] Cemetery Record, Lakewood Cemetery in Minneapolis, MN,;.

Helen Grace Gould1

F, b. 23 October 1919, d. 8 February 1990
Helen (Gould) Hansen
FatherSidney Ross Gould b. 28 Dec 1888, d. 24 Nov 1981
MotherGrace Harris b. 16 Sep 1888, d. 24 Nov 1981
Appears on charts:Ancestry of Helen Grace Gould
Descendants of Zaccheus Gould
Descendants of Richard and Eleanor (Wanless) Rutherford
DNA Ancestor* DNA Match on with AM Hansen. Sisters. Common ancestors are Winston Russel Hansen and Helen Grace Gould. 
Biography* MOM SAYS - Helen Hansen's Unabridged Repertoire of Motherly Phrases, Advice, and Directives

      1. All As today.
      2. All you can do is your best.
      3. Aaayeeeeeeeeeeychoo!!!!! excuse me.
      4. Alright, that's 15 minutes in the red chair.
      5. Alright Brucie, you're excused from eating your peas tonight.
      6. Be good.
      7. Be oh so careful.
      8. Because I say so, and I'm your mother.
      9. Bonnie, would you Jubilee?
      10. Can I get anybody anything?
      11. Can I get you something to eat? Are you sure? It will just take a minute.
      12. Can I have the shoes out of the living room please?
      13. Can I have this room picked up please? I mean now... not tomorrow.
      14. Come one come all, come short come tall.
      15. Come when you're called!
      16. Dinner is now being served in the dining car at the rear.
      17. Dixie! Where's your Christian love?
      18. Do you think you live in a pig sty?
      19. Don't blow in your straw. And sit still on that stool.
      20. Don't even think it.
      21. Don't forget to brush your teeth.
      22. Don't point. It's not polite.
      23. Don't stand like that. It's hard on your shoes.
      24. Don't track mud in here please.
      25. Don't you "but mother" me.
      26. Don't you ever spit. That's a filthy dirty habit.
      27. Fix your own. This is just for your dad and myself tonight.
      29. Get a move on.
      30. Get down from there.
      31. Get ye up.
      32. Get your books off of the dining room table.
      33. Get your feet down from there.
      34. Get out of my kitchen!
      35. Girls, can I have the table please?
      36. Go around. Don't cut across their lawn.
      37. Have a good one, won't you?
      38. Have a good time and don't forget to say thank-you.
      39. I can find something for you to do.
      40. I could just cry.
      41. I could just scream.
      42. I don't approve of that.
      43. I don't care what their mothers let them do. They're not my children... and you are.
      44. I don't know how you could even think such a thing.
      45. I don't like to spank but...
      46. I don't want to argue about it.
      47. I don't want to have to say it again.
      48. I don't want to hear any more of it.
      49. I don't want to take all of the spunk out of Annie.
      50. I don't want you to wear out your welcome.
      51. I expect you to mind.
      52. I just can't figure out who's dripping by the toilet.
      53. I just like a little something sweet with my coffee.
      54. I just won't have it.
      55. I know you do... but we just can't spend that kind of money, sweetheart.
      56. I love you lots.
      57. I love you so hard.
      58. I love you so much.
      59. I love you too, honey.
      60. I love you oh so much.
      61. I need a little help around here.
      62. I said no and I mean it.
      63. I see a little bit of myself in Annie.
      64. I think it's in your dad's top drawer.
      65. I think you should go back to bed and get up on the other side.
      66. I think we'll use the good plates today.
      67. I want good behavior.
      68. I want it quiet up there now.
      69. I want it to stop.
      70. I want to be proud of you.
      71. I want you to change out of your good clothes first.
      72. I want you to finish your dinner.
      73. I want you to set a good example.
      74. I want you to try just a little bit.
      75. I want you to wear a happy face.
      76. I want your room picked up first.
      77. I wish I were.
      78. I won't have that kind of language around here.
      79. I worked so hard to fix this good dinner and then you...
      80. I would be sadder than sad.
      81. In just two shakes of a dead lamb's tail.
      82. It makes me cross.
      83. It's alright with me if it's alright with your dad.
      84. It's been a long day and you need to get some sleep.
      85. It's in and stay in or out and stay out!
      86. It's just a crying shame.
      87. I'd like some peace and quiet in here please.
      88. I'm just as sorry as I can be.
      89. I'm just so disappointed in you. You know better than that!
      90. I'm not going to say it again.
      91. I'm not going to tell you what to do. I trust you to make your own decision.
      92. I'm not going to watch. It frightens me.
      93. I'm not ready to go yet. I just want to enjoy my coffee a little bit longer.
      94. I'm paying a penny a fly today.
      95. I'm so proud of you and I love you so much.
      96. I'm so sorry, honey.
      97. Just be the best you can be.
      98. Just do the best you can, honey. Nobody can ask any more of you than that.
      99. Just eat what you can then.
      100. Just like cats and dogs!
      101. Just like little heathens!
      102. Just say it!
      103. Listen, Lady Matilda... [or Lady Jane...]
      104. My children don't behave that way.
      105. No, just your dad and I are going tonight.
      106. No, not before dinner.
      107. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
      108. Pardon me? I didn't quite hear that.
      109. Put it down the clothes chute please.
      110. Real good, honey.
      111. See ya in the mañanya.
      112. Share and share alike.
      113. She's been so good to you children, you know.
      114. Show a little love.
      115. Sleep tight, honey.
      116. Sometimes I just don't know what to do with you.
      117. Stand up straight and be proud.
      118. Straighten up and fly right.
      119. Surely.
      120. Take it outside!
      121. Take that kind of rough-house outside.
      122. Take that monkey-business outside.
      123. That's crude slang.
      124. That's filthy dirty language and I won't have it.
      125. That's just as naughty as naughty can be.
      126. That's not showing good loving kindness.
      127. That's not the Becky I know.
      128. There are one-and-a-half doughnuts for each of you.
      129. There are some crackers if you're hungry.
      130. There's good meat left on that bone.
      131. Those pockets aren't made for that. Get your hands out of those pockets!
      132. We don't say hate in this house. I won't allow my children to use that word.
      133. Well, look a little harder.
      134. Whatever.
      135. What's done is done.
      136. Where are my good scissors?
      137. Why don't you take a little aspirin?
      138. Why don't you greaze up good with a little Vicks?
      139. Will you call everybody to come please?
      140. Would you brush my hair for me back there? Oh, that feels so good.
      141. Would you get me a Kleenex while you're in the kitchen?
      142. Yes, if you clean up your mess when you're through.
      143. You can't if you don't try.
      144. You come here and say it.
      145. You do as you will. I can't force you.
      146. You go to your room, young lady.
      147. You just take care of yourself, Gary... and leave your brother alone.
      148. You know better than that!
      149. You know your dad.
      150. You march, young lady.
      151. Your grandmother loved that so much you know.
      152. You're all my favorite. I love you all.
      153. You're just as wrong as you can be.
      154. You're very special to me.
      155. You've got a long row to hoe, young lady.
Married Name Hansen 
Birth*23 Oct 1919 McKeesport, Allegheny, Pennsylvania, USA2 
Residence*1930 8 Walnut St, Richwood, Nicholas Co., West Virginia, USA3 
Residence1940 4004 10th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Age 20, born in Pennsylvania, cashier at a retail Department Store. Worked 16 weeks in 1939 and earned a total of $196.4 
Marriage*4 Dec 1943 Open Door Congregational Church, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Groom=Winston Russell Hansen 
Death*8 Feb 1990 Fairview Southdale Hospital, Edina, Hennepin Co, Minnesota; Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma 
Burial*29 May 1990 Gould Farm, Abbott, Upshur Co., West Virginia, USA; Her ashes were scattered on the hillside above her Grandparents' farm near Abbott in Upshur Co. WV in May of 1990. 


Winston Russell Hansen b. 1 Aug 1918, d. 7 Apr 2013
Marriage*4 Dec 1943 Open Door Congregational Church, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Groom=Winston Russell Hansen 


  1. [S25] Virginia Bly Hoover, The Pioneer 1990, Ralston Press, Buckhannon WV, Dixie Ann Hansen, #27.
  2. [S368] Gould Family Bible (photocopies of pages in possession of Dixie Hansen - no publishing information),.
  3. [S356] 1930 US Federal Census, Nicholas Co., WV; Richwood City, ED 1, Sheet 11 B and 12 A.
  4. [S1210] 1940 US Federal Census, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; ED 89-177, Image 23.

Winston Russell Hansen

M, b. 1 August 1918, d. 7 April 2013
FatherAlfred Marinius Rasmussen b. 4 Aug 1880, d. 5 Mar 1922
MotherMarit Tobiasdatter Steivang b. 13 Aug 1887, d. 6 Jul 1981
Appears on charts:Ancestry of Winston Russell Hansen
Descendants of Tobias Embretsen Steivang and Ragnhild Marie Jonsdatter
DNA Ancestor* DNA match on FamilyTree DNA with Winston Hansen. Father/Daughter.

DNA Match on with AM Hansen. Sisters. Common ancestors are Winston Russel Hansen and Helen Grace Gould. 
Biography* 6920 Langford Drive
Edina, MN 55436

October 30, 1989

Dear Grandchildren,

For years I've had it in mind that after I retired I would put on paper
for each of our grandchildren, a series of "When Grandpa Win was a Boy"

Some will be stories I may have told to our children (Gary, Bruce,
Dixie, Bonnie, Becky and Anne) getting them to "settle down" when
putting them to bed. Those they particularly seemed to enjoy (or said
they did) were told many, many times. Perhaps some were even passed
along to you.

I do recall telling them (though they may not remember now) about the
Coal Truck and the Sled, the China Cat, Beating Rugs, the Shyster
Boarder and Aunt Laura's Ghost Story.

But there were many others (both told and untold) I've noted as "Thought
Starters" which hopefully will turn into "When Grandpa Win was a Boy"
stories. They number upwards of 100.

For a sampling, consider Sibley Field, Uncle Wiggly, Homemade Root Beer,
Sitting on the Fountain, My Sister's Best Feller, the Town Pump, Ice
Cubes, Batears Benz, Fat Tack and neighborhood dogs, Tippie, Teddy, Max
and Bingo.

But before I begin, I had best tell you when I "grew up" (if I ever did)
and where... and give you a word picture of my neighborhood and the
people comprising it.

That's the next installment. Meanwhile, save this page... and those to
come. Use a ringbinder or file folder. My ultimate goal is to
reproduce the stories in a booklet... not for egocentric gratification,
but rather as a minor adjunct to the genealogy accomplishments of your
Aunt Dixie.

Love you now... and always.

Grandpa Win

The Neighborhood

In September 1918 (I was one month old) our family moved into a newly
built home at 4025 17th Avenue South... at that time very much on the
outskirts of Minneapolis.

My father, Alfred, a tailor, was 34; my mother, May, was 31 and my
sister, Evelyn, was 4½. My grandmother on my mother's side also lived
with us. She died shortly afterwards. Other than pictures, I have no
remembrance of her.

Our block of 17th Avenue was bordered on the north by 40th Street and on
the south by 41st Street. Our home (in the middle of the east side)
was the sixth one built. Eventually there were 28...14 on each side of
the Avenue. The lots were approximately 45 feet wide. With the
additions of the intersections, eight blocks measured one mile. The
east/west blocks (the Streets) measured twelve to the mile.

In front of our home at the sidewalk level there was a retaining wall
three feet high at the north end and four feet high at the south end.
Fourteen steps led up to the house. I remember them well, but not
fondly, because at an early age (my father died when I was four) it was
my chore to shovel snow. There were two shovels, one an inadequate
garden spade and the other a badly bent snow shovel shored up on the
back with braces. (With our economic situation it was unthinkable to
spend money on a more adequate replacement).

Scandinavians dominated the neighborhood. We, the Hansens, three named
Johnson plus Peterson, Knutson, Westlund, Olson, Holt, Solvang, Satnan,
Lundquist, Magnuson, Forsmark and Hokanson. Others of varied
nationalities that I recall were Middel, Miller, Kepple, Pyle,
Armstrong, Baglo and Appel.

Ours was a "working class" neighborhood. The type of employment was
such that there were seldom transfers, thus little change in home
ownership. (Wives didn't work outside the home during my youth).

In appearance, the neighborhood has changed very little and so to you,
my grandchildren, I suggest that you ask your parents to drive you by
when the opportunity permits.

Bancroft, Bancroft Beats Them All

From Kindergarten through sixth grad I attended Bancroft Elementary
school 7½ blocks from home. I walked both ways twice each day. No one
living less than eight blocks from school could carry a lunch and eat in
the school gymnasium. There was many a cold winter day that I tried to
convince my teacher (to no avail) that I lived eight blocks, not 7½
blocks away.

And we did have a school yell... rather silly, but very acceptable to us
at the time. It went like this:

Skinny Minneapolis
Fat Saint Paul
Bancroft, Bancroft,
Beats them all.

My mother walked me to and from Kindergarten the first day. On the
second day I convinced her that I could do it alone. I had no problem
getting there, but on the way home I made a wrong turn. I was in tears
when a kind woman came to my rescue. "If you'll show me where Bushs'
Nursery is," I told her, "I know the rest of the way." She did. I made
it safely home from then on. Once a few weeks later, I wet my pants on
the way home.

Moriaritys, a store across the street from school, was a popular
hangout. They sold school supplies, candy and five cent double dip ice
cream cones. But the big attraction was a five cent lollypop... a large
mound of ice cream mounted on a circular card and supported by a stick
and then covered with chocolate. The real attraction was the hope of
getting one where Mr. Moriarity, when he made them, inserted a nickel
between the supporting card and the iced cream. Quite a come-on. We
bought more for the thrill of gambling than to enjoy the treat.

My Kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Vertz, announced near the end of the term
that she and her husband were moving to Juneau, Alaska to teach the
following year. It didn't mean much to me at the time, but now, with
your Aunt Becky and Uncle Dick in their second year teaching in Alaska,
it's evident it was a very adventurous move for Mrs. Vertz. Alaska, a
territory in 1924 (rather than a State) was a thinly populated "new
frontier" with few of the amenities available in the lower 48.

To this day, my penmanship is atrocious. I can trace it back to the
third grade when I was given an "F" in penmanship. It was days before I
worked up enough courage to show my mother the report card. She took it
much better than I thought she would. And now, it seems penmanship isn't
stressed and that most students print. I was born too soon.

The Day I Killed The Cat

By the time I was ten, the land in back of us that had been an open
field had been developed as 18th Avenue and most of the lots had houses
on them.

The Falks with their two boys, Jim and Tom, lived across the alley from
us. Most of my play activities were with the "Seventeenth Avenue Gang".
The alley was the dividing line determining who went to Bancroft (my
school) and who went to Standish so I didn't know Jim and Tom well.

But the first Spring, when Mr. Falk was taking off storm windows and
putting up screens, I watched, from the alley, Jim and Tom climbing the
ladder by a bedroom window, climb in and then reappear out the back
door. Soon they were joined by several other boys so I walked over.

Jim and Tom kept at it and said, "C'mon, try it." but when I saw a china
cat about 18" tall on a table just inside the window, I "chickened
out,"... afraid that I would knock it over entering the window opening.

The boys kept at me t try and when I continued to say no, and when their
invitations turned to taunts, I climbed the ladder determined to be
"one of the boys."

It took only a split second to learn that an 18" china cat makes an
awfully loud noise when it hits the floor and breaks into a hundred

I scooted post haste out of the bedroom, through the dining room,
through the kitchen where the boys parents were putting dinner on the
table, out the back door and hid in the bushes two houses north of my

After less than ten minutes pondering my fate I heard someone calling in
a loud voice, "Winston, Winston, come home."

With drooping shoulders and shuffling feet, I went to meet my fate. I
was too old to spank, thank goodness, so after a berating and a look of
disgust the only sentence meted out was two days that I couldn't leave
our yard.

Did my mother find a replacement china cat, or pay for the one I broke?
I don't remember, but I do know that for a long time I avoided the Falk
property like a plague.

And what's more, I never have learned to like cats.

Aunt Laura's Ghost Story

Aunt Laura, my father's sister, was born in Norway. She told us many
stories about her life in Norway. One which gave me the shivers had to
do with the encounter of her friend with a ghost. Here it is:


One bitterly cold winter night, Lars trudged to a nearby lake to ice
fish. With his ice saw, he cut a block of ice, put it beside the hole
and sat on it while he fished.

Hours went by with little to show for his effort. It was midnight and
pitch dark before he picked up his bucket, his fish, fishing gear and
headed for home. He hadn't gone far when he heard a weak voice quietly

I'm going to get you... I'm going to get you
I'm going to get you... I'm going to get you

He looked behind him. Too dark. He could see nothing. Alarmed, he
started to walk faster. The voice again. Louder and faster:

I'm going to get you... I'm going to get you
I'm going to get you... I'm going to get you

Where was it coming from? Lars was really scared now. He began
running. The voice again... louder still:


Frantic now, Lars dropped his bucket, the fish, and the fishing gear and
streaked lightning-fast for home. The voice screamed at him:



To find out what happened to Lars... read on.

Here is what Lars found out regarding the ghost:

Lars had been sitting on a block of ice while he was fishing. The heat
from his body was sufficient to melt the ice to the point that the seat
of his pants and his upper pant legs became wet.

When he started home, the bitter cold changed the wetness back to ice.
He was wearing corduroy pants and as he walked, his pant legs rubbed
together causing a sound that in his imagination he though was a voice
saying "I'm going to get you."

The faster he walked, the louder and faster the voice. Wouldn't that
have frightened you, too if you were alone on a dark, cold night?

Where is Shakespeare Now?

For six summers plus Spring and Fall weekends beginning in 1929 (the
year I turned 11) I was a Big Rat (a caddy) at the Minikahda Club above
the shores of Lake Calhoun on the western edge of Minneapolis.

This was long before the introduction of golf carts, either pulled or
motorized. Consequently, at prestigious golf clubs (and Minikahda was
certainly that) where members "never" carried their own clubs, there was
a need for caddies. Minikahda had about 150 caddies during those
depressing years.

While waiting our turns to loop (a term for 18 holes) we filled in the
idle time playing softball, touch football, hitting golf balls in a
practice area, pitching pennies, harassing the oddballs among us and
engaging in mischief.

One of the innocent victims of mischief was a quiet, studious, nice
looking boy we called Shakespeare because he read constantly. He seldom
spoke to any of us, nor did he take part in either our legitimate or
nefarious activities... though he was often made the victim of the

His lunch was often stolen from the "safe" place he had stored it. The
strap on the golf bag he carried was loosened when he wasn't watching.
He was picked up by legs and arms and set on the fountain. When he was
engrossed in a book (which was always), he was given a hot foot.
Shakespeare never complained or showed emotion.

But the crowning degradation was when he was carried to the shores of
Lake Calhoun, swung by legs and arms by his wading peers and flipped as
far out as they could manage. Without a whimper, without a show of
anger, he waded out, picked up his book, and trudged back to the caddy
shack. His shirt (we were required to wear khaki shirts and pants)
became permanently stained red from the cover of his book.

Through all of this, I was a willing witness to the humiliation of
Shakespeare... one of us. I felt no guilt at the time, but I certainly
have since whenever I reminisce about my years at Minikahda. Could I
have halted the debasement of Shakespeare? As an 11-year old, probably
not, but I didn't have to be in the crowd that cheered.

As so to you, my grandchildren, I say, "think" before succumbing to mob

I don't know what happened to Shakespeare. What effect would that type
of treatment have had on your life? Ungood, huh?

Tough Sledding

Minneapolis streets, particularly in the residential areas, remained ice
covered much of the winter. We did have snow removal equipment, but it
was inadequate in getting down to the base. Furthermore, there weren't
any snow melt materials used to hasten the thawing.

That meant good sledding for us, particularly the incline of fortieth
street from 17th Avenue on down to Bloomington two blocks away. But we
also found a way to sled, even on streets that were flat, but don't tell
your parents what I'm going to tell you about that.

When someone entered a parked car and was about to take off, we crept
behind it with our sled, we flopped on the sled and grabbed the car
bumper. How far we went depended on our courage, or more correctly, our

Then came the time when I was going to do it one better. I tied, yes
TIED my sled to the bumper of a coal truck as the driver was to drive
away after making a delivery. Rather stupid, because how would I untie
it to bring my ride to an end?

But really, stupider than stupid, because the driver, instead of going
forward, put his truck in reverse. I rolled off to the side in frantic
haste and the truck rolled over the sled smashing it into complete
uselessness. The driver got out, untied the jumbled mess and gave me a
severe tongue lashing.

But then came real resourcefulness. I told my mother I ran into a tree.
That's about as believable as saying that all black eyes are caused by
running into a door. Looking at what remained of the sled, she asked
what it did to the tree. My response was that it took off a bit of the

She didn't bawl me out or even tell me to be more careful. I can't
believe she was that naive, so it must have been she had been told what
actually happened... figured I had learned my lesson (I definitely had)
and felt that a lecture wouldn't make me anymore remorseful.

But remember this, grandchildren, if I hadn't rolled off that sled in
time, I wouldn't have been around to tell you not to hitch your sled to
a truck. Better, as the saying goes, that you "hitch your wagon to a

But gosh, it usually was a kinda fun way to sled.

I Remember Roy Mullins

Roy Mullins was a shrimp, a stuttering shrimp, when I first met him.
That was the first day he and I caddied at Minikahda. We were tutored
by two experienced caddies making up that foursome and we were both
dragging when we reached the final hole, the ninth, because we played
the back nine first.

The ninth is a par five of 495 yards with the last 150 up a steep hill.
Roy was bushed, so much so that the member he was caddying for carried
both Roy and the clubs up the hill. Roy was bushed, so much so that the
member he was caddying for carried both Roy and the clubs up the hill.
Tired as I was, I was rather proud that I draggingly made it on my own.

When the older caddies found out that Roy stuttered, they made a point
of getting him to talk. That worked for a while, but when he caught on,
he remained mum unless a nickel or dime was offered him.

Roy and I were pals from the start and partners doing what we could to
tease the older caddies to get them to chase us. Because we were runts
(even at age 13 in my confirmation class, I was second shortest) when we
were caught doing mischief, no great harm came to us more than a seat on
the drinking fountain for a time period they determined fitted the
crime. Occasionally, they would chase us down the road and threaten us
with bodily harm sometimes causing us to stay away so long that we
missed our turn to caddy.

At Sibly Field where I "lived" much of the time during ice skating
seasons, the "Belle of the Ice" was Elsie Sande, a "looker". boys lined
up to take turns squiring her around the pond. (I was too shy then to
beg for a turn... but I certainly eyed her).

Because I don't recall that Roy Mullins ever used Sibly Field as a
skating hangout, I was very much surprised that when I went to my 20th
high school reunion (the first I had gone to) Elsie Sande had become
Elsie Sande Mullins. And Roy, no longer a runt (and I had reached six
feet) was sales manager for the D.W. Onan Company, a nationally-known
Minneapolis manufacturer of stand-by generator systems among other

When your grandmother Helen and I went to my 50th in 1986, my inquiries
brought no information as to where he was then.

But I won't forget that stuttering and mischievous runt with whom I
shared times on and around Minikahda Club.

Andrew, Axel, Oscar and the Con Man

I was four years old in 1922 when my father died and mother was faced
with the responsibility of total support for my sister, Evelyn, and me.

As I think back about it now, she showed outstanding resourcefulness in
meeting the challenge. She made four moves.

One: She had the attic made into an apartment which she rented. (The
mortgage had been paid off).

Two: She had a double garage built on a back corner of the
property... one stall for the renters and the other for a man who roomed
in a house across the street.

Three: Because of experience gained from my father, a tailor, she
contracted to sew buttonholes on suits made by Louis Rosenbaum, a tailor
at 32nd and Bloomington.

Four: She rented out a bedroom (we only had two) to three young Swedish
immigrants... Andrew Kans, Axel Olson, and Oscar Peterson.

I don't recall they had any meals with us, nor did they have the run of
the house. They were Roomers rather than Boarders. Andrew and Axel
were carpenters, probably in their twenties. Oscar, just a boy of 18
worked as a laborer and got involved with the wrong crowd. He took to
drinking and was just with us a few months.

My favorite was Andrew. He often invited me into the bedroom to play
cards... cards he cut out of cardboard. He also made puzzles and gave
them to me. There was one I particularly liked because when I learned
to solve it, I kept the "how-to-do-it" solution from my friends for a
long time. I enjoyed watching them struggle without success. I don't
know what happened to it, but I've often thought about making one.
Perhaps sometime when I'm with one of you, we'll attempt to make one.

Their bedroom door was always closed... usually not because they wanted
privacy, but rather, because all three smoked. The air was almost
constantly blue and smelly... something my mother wouldn't tolerate in
the other rooms.

Andrew, the sensible one, was able to buy a car, a Chevrolet, after
about five years. He did take us places (a real treat) from time to
time. After Oscar left, mother decided she no longer wanted three in
that room, so it wasn't until Axel left, leaving only Andrew, that she
advertised for another Roomer.

And it was then that she had a rude experience with the Con Man who is
the subject for the happening on the other side.

The Con Man

I don't recall his name, but I do remember him though probably not a
much as my mother. Let's call him John Doe.

He rang our front door bell late one afternoon. I was ten at the time.
"Is Mrs. Hansen home?" he asked. "I saw an ad in the newspaper regarding
a room for rent."

John Doe was a good looking man, probably in his thirties as I think
back to that day. Neatly dressed, too, and a car at the curb. Not many
of our neighbors had cars back then, nor did we.

I called my mother and she invited him in. His story was that for
several years he had been rooming in a large home in what was then the
prestigious Kenwood district. The owners were closing up their house
because they planned to go to Europe for an extended stay. She showed
him the room. He like it (or said he did) and the price was acceptable.

Could he move in next Saturday? "That would be fine," my mother agreed.
He had a new Majestic radio he would bring. We had only a crystal set
with ear phones which Evelyn and I shared to listen to children's

"The people I rent from now," he said, "have a fruit cellar loaded with
many jars of canned fruits and vegetables. They want to sell them
before they leave. There are at least 50 jars and they are willing to
sell them for $15. Ar you interested?"

A bargain, mother thought, so she game him $15. She didn't ask for a
deposit on the room. His looks and manners impressed her. He left,
promising to move in next Saturday morning.

It didn't take me long to get word out to my friends about the nice man
who was going to be a roomer. I told them about the canned goods, and
particularly about the radio he promised we would be able to use.

Anxious for his return, I didn't leave the yard Saturday morning and
when he didn't show up, I knew he would have a reason for being late.

He did have a reason. He had conned us with his smooth talk. We never
heard from him again. His "no show" made it awful difficult for me to
face my playmates.

Roman Numerals... Phooey

My first assignment in my English class in seventh grade at Roosevelt
high school (junior high classes were held there, too) was to turn in a
paper with the Roman numerals from 1 to 100... that's I to C, I guess.

We could even get extra credit if we went to 500...whatever that is. I
didn't do either, so she sent me to ninth hour (I suppose I should say
"IXth") for two weeks. (That was a penalty period in study hall after
regular school hours).

That posed a problem because I was already going to ninth (don't call it
IXth) hour for my History teacher. (That wasn't for neglecting Roman
Numerals, although perhaps we were studying about King George V, or some
such numerical King).

At the close of the ninth (phooey on IXth) hour I was given a slip
showing that I showed up. I lived in dread, hoping my history teacher
wouldn't ask for it so I could give it to my English teacher. I
survived for three days, but then the ax fell.

I was sent to the Vice Principal supposedly for further punishment.
But, aha, he said ninth (not IXth) hour was only for those that were
troublemakers... not for an innocent boy like me whose only fault was
not doing the assigned work. I was pardoned rather than chastised.

Roman numerals are stupid... particularly in an English class which has
nothing to do with Rome, huh?

But, say, how about that King named George back in the 1700's. I can't
remember his Roman numeral last name... maybe it was V (I prefer 5).
He's the one who caused those guys (maybe girls, too) to dress up like
Indians and throw tea in the water at Boston Harbor.

I know that's a true story, because when I was in parachute school in
Lakehurst, New Jersey, I used to swim in the lakes around there when I
wasn't winning World War 2 (not, II). The water was the color of tea
which in about 150 years had seeped down from Boston Harbor. If you
don't believe it, go take a jump in one of the lakes around there.
Non-believers would probably say the tea color was caused by the roots
of the Cedar trees surrounding the lakes. Not me!

Now that you're smarter than when you started to read this, join me in
saying "PHOOEY ON ROMAN NUMERALS." Then write the Commissioner of the
National Football League to ban the use of a Roman Numeral after

My Career As A Model

Some of you have seen the portrait of me hanging on the bedroom wall of
our condo on Langford Drive when I was three years and seven months old.
If you haven't look the next time you visit.

The portrait was taken in 1922. I am wearing what were called
Rompers... a quite common get-up even for boys back in those days. My
hair is long, blonde and very curly... like maybe it had never been
combed, but again, that was common, even for boys. There's no doubt
about it. I look more like a girl than like a boy.

It almost paid off. One morning when my mother, my sister and I were on
a streetcar, a man approached my mother and asked if she was agreeable
to having Ev and me be models for clothing to pictured in the mail order
catalog of the Earl W. Savage company. She agreed, and at the appointed
time, they took my picture modelling a girl's winter coat.

I was too young to take offense at being pictured as a girl. But as it
turned out, my picture didn't appear in the catalog, though Ev's did. I
was never told whether we were paid for being models.

Telling It Like It Is

My mother had a lady visitor one afternoon when I was about the same age
as when the portrait was taken.

What's your name, little boy?" she asked me.

Looking at the ground rather than her, I responded in a shy, barely
audible voice, "Winston Hansen."

Because it was obvious the lady didn't hear me, my mother said, "Say
Winston Hansen louder."

With unmistakable clarity, I shouted, "WINSTON HANSEN LOUDER."

Many times through the years that followed, my mother embarrassed me by
repeating the gaffe to visitors.

The River Bottom Gypsies

Several summers during the 1920's a band of Gypsies established, for a
short stay, a camp on the Minnesota river bottom. It was just south of
where the Mendota bridge now stands in an area that is now Fort Snelling
State Park.

The word got around with lightning speed when a group of Gypsies were
said to be seen at 42nd and Cedar Avenue, a shopping area less than a
half mile from our neighborhood.

Every time the Gypsies came, my playmates (boys and girls) ran towards
that intersection to see them. I said "towards" because there had
always been rumors, unsubstantiated, that Gypsies kidnapped little boys
and girls and they were never seen again. We stayed a half block away
ready to run home at a moment's notice. Sometimes older boys would put
fear into us by saying, "Here they come!"

The Gypsies arrived in large, open touring cars... Hupmobiles,
Packards, Durants, cars that are no longer made. The women wore
voluminous, colorful skirts and blouses, a kerchief on their heads. The
reason for the full skirts, we were told (and believed it at the time)
was to hide items they stole in grocery and drug stores.

Most of the men had large, black mustaches. They looked fierce, or so
we were led to believe. Storekeepers feared their coming and kept a
watchful eye on them.

But soon, they were back in their cars and gone. That's when the
stories started about what happened during their stay... fact and
fiction I presume now, but all believable to a ten-year-old then.

One summer there was a talk of a Gypsy wedding to be held at their camp
the following Sunday. Andrew Kans, our roomer, took us out there in his
car. We parked (there were dozens of other cars, too) on the highway
bordering the camp and watched the festivities. There was much music,
feasting with the bride and groom going from spot to spot accepting
congratulations and best wishes from their compatriots.

How did the Gypsies earn a living? Even today, there is an occasional
article in the newspapers reporting a scam or swindle perpetrated by
someone with the name of Williamson... Almost always referred to as the
member of a Gypsy family.

True? Yes! No! Perhaps! Sometimes we're hasty in placing blame.
Think before deciding, huh?

About Snow... Mostly

We had five inches of snow yesterday... beautiful... and a mild winter
temperature which made it a delight to be outside despite my grumbling
a few months ago that I look forward to winter less every year.
Backwards to it, yes!

Yesterday the handle on our microwave oven broke. It happened several
years ago too, so I knew where to go to get a replacement. After lunch
today, Grandma Helen and I drove to the east side of Minneapolis (we
live in Edina, a western suburb) to get a replacement. It's a few
blocks from where your Aunt Dixie lived after finishing college.

It isn't often we drive through Minneapolis, west to east, and it
turned into a nostalgia trip for both of us, but for me in particular.
The Hoppe drug store (something else now) where a high school buddy,
Bob Vanderlick had worked as a soda jerk... Charley Hall Chicken Shack
(also no more) where Grandma Helen (a Gould then) and I often ended a
date eating (in the car) greasy pork tenderloin sandwiches... then what
used to be the Carlson Restaurant at 27th and Lake above which I
attended meetings of the Regal Athletic Club... Lindquist's Drive-In
where I often met with other girl crazy high schoolers both before and
after dates.

Those, and many other "landmarks" I may refer to in other stories... are
no more. Hold it! What I started to talk about was new snow, so let me
get back to it.

Unlike in Edina, unless there's a BIG snowstorm, most Minneapolis
residential streets don't get plowed. Traffic eventually packs it down.
That was true when I was a boy and it's still true today. The streets
were our playgrounds. On our Flexible Flyers we coasted down 40th
street to Bloomington. On skis, sleds and toboggans we recklessly
descended the hills from in front of our homes right across 17th avenue
with no fear of cars. They were few and far between. (As I drive that
street now, the hills seem much smaller than I remember).

When the snow became more firmly packed down, 17th avenue became our
hockey rink... overshoes rather than skates, a rubber heel rather than a
puck, lumps of snow marked the goals, rolled magazines as shin guards.
But yet, we didn't feel deprived. In very few homes was athletic
equipment for young boys (or girls) high on the priority lists of
parents. We played sports our way. No interference from dads.

Organized, supervised, uniformed athletics for youngsters is common
place today. Who do you think has had it better... you or we?

Remembering Stanley, Wisconsin

The town of Stanley (population just over 2,000) is 15 or so miles south
of Eau Claire adjacent to I-94. It's the place my mother lived for a
few years when she came to the United States at the age of 16.

My memories of Stanley date back to when I was five or six and a trip to
Stanley to see relatives was an almost annual affair. The relatives
were my mother's oldest sister, Bertina, who had nine children and her
brother, Johannes Stavang, also with a large family.

Most of our time was spent in Bertina's large home. She was married
twice. The Brandvold marriage produced Connie, Tom, Ragnhild (but called
Skeever) and Paul in that order... joined by Melvin, Mabel, Norman and
Elroy Fjelstad. Elroy was my age. I never saw either of the husbands,
nor do I know what "widowed" Bertina... death, divorce, or desertion.

Connie, who died perhaps ten years ago, was 15 years my senior. She and
the other Brandvolds were contributors to the family income at an early
age. Connie moved to Minneapolis, married Lee Uriel, was divorced, and
later married again. Tom, now deceased, and Skeever were barbers and
Paul (also deceased) had a tire retreading business in Eau Claire where
Mabel moved after marriage to a new car dealer.

I only recall seeing Melvin (Mully) once. He moved and still lives in
Montana. Norman lived in Minneapolis. Elroy, the only one who never
married, continues to live in Stanley, has been a hairdresser, owned a
retail establishment and has been involved in other ventures as well.

What I remember most about my pre-teen visits to Stanley (often for a
week) was the Hide and Seek game we played after dark. I can still
picture the tree the "It" person was required to face while he counted
to 50 to allow the others to find hiding places. And especially I
recall one night when we saw... or thought we saw... a ghost moving
slowly across the open field on the other side of the street. Nobody
could convince us then (at our age) that it wasn't a ghost... and I
don't think you can convince me now, either. Try it some time!

Mabel taught me the card game, "Concentration." We played it often, but
not as frequently as "Casino," both in Stanley and when she visited us
in Minneapolis.

I've visited Stanley twice since those "Good Old Days." Once was in
1936, the year I graduated from High School. It was just an overnight
stop when I drove my mother to Rockford, Illinois to visit my sister Ev,
who had been married to Del Sundgren for a year. That was an
exceptionally hot summer and what stands in my mind in that regard is
when the car stalled in downtown St. Paul on the way home. I did "this
and that" not really knowing why, and we managed to struggle home.

The second time was just a few years back when Grandma Helen and I were
returning from Chicago. We drove down the main drag, two blocks long.
I recognized no landmarks from when I was a boy. I can't say the town
was larger, or smaller. I don't know. We had lunch in a restaurant and
were on our way.

The Brandvold/Fjelstad clan continued to be a closely-knit family.
Many, many times during our married life we, with some of your aunts and
uncles in tow, visited Tobina, another of my mother's sisters, on her
birthday in Monticello, Minnesota. Connie was the one who instigated
it. She, with Tom, Skeever, Paul and Norman with their spouses made up
the group. Tobina was the "poor" relative, a widow, depending upon
public assistance for subsistence for herself and two children. Though
in ill health for many years (a constant buzzing in her head) she was
always jolly and uncomplaining about her lot in life.

I've always looked upon the Brandvold/Fjelstad clan as solid, honest
citizens... perhaps not wealthy, but using their resources well to
provide a good life for themselves and their offspring. And yet they
aren't "my type of people" in the sense that I would seek out others
like them as compatible with my lifestyle.

When I think of them, the image that projects (and I don't say it was
actually the case) is the men sitting on their front porches in their
undershirts smoking and drinking beer... and I don't say that in a
derogatory sense. I am proud to have them as relatives... every one of

I'll have more to say about Tom when I write about the times I spent at
Spring Park on Lake Minnetonka. Bertina and Elroy were a part of that,

Lake Minnetonka Summers

Minnetonka, 20 miles west of Minneapolis, is a large lake with many bays
and inlets contributing to its several hundred miles of shoreline.
Spring Park, where I spent a couple weeks each summer at the duplex of
my cousin Tom, borders on two of the bays. Each of those summers in
1926, 1927, and 1928, Bertina, Tom's mother and my aunt, left her home
in Stanley, Wisconsin to keep house for Tom and to "mother" me as well
as her son Elroy who was my age.

At that time there were very few year-around homes on the lakes. There
were, however, hundreds of summer cottages, most with outdoor pumps for
water... and, of course, outdoor biffies.

Spring Park wasn't much of a town, but it was jumping on Friday and
Saturday nights and Sunday afternoons, because of activities in and
around the Casino, a building housing a dance floor at the top level
above the lake and a bowling alley and dressing room at lake level
leading to the beach.

A huge picnic areas was to the right of the Casino. Every summer it was
a draw for the annual Grocers picnic, Butchers picnic, an other
get-to-gethers sponsored by various companies and organizations.

The Hotel Del Otero (what is that in Spanish?) an imposing white
structure, sat on a rise of ground across the road from the Casino.
Only the very wealthy were accepted as guests. I entered the grounds
but once and that was in desperation when Elroy and I were being chased
by a carnival watchman because of one of our supposed "misdemeanors."

Cousin Tom owned a barbershop on the one-block main drag. He generally
kept it open until eight and then came home and soaped himself in the
lake preparing for a date, or whatever. During those years I figured
him as the "snazziest" (that's a term used back then) dresser I had ever
set eyes upon. Years later, our children chuckled (and I did, too) at
his garb which always included a red shirt with a yellow tie.

Elroy and I every day looked to see if there was any organized activity
at the picnic grounds to give us an opportunity to glom onto free
hotdogs, hamburgers, candy, soft drinks and ice cream treats. There was
little chance the grown-ups would find out we didn't belong to any of
them. We sometimes participated in races and other contests, too, and
as long as we didn't win (and we never did) there was little chance to
be exposed as "aliens."

One day at a picnic, as a lark, we had a contest to see how many ice
cream cones (free of course) we could eat. both of us downed a half dozen
in the morning and then seven in the afternoon... a total of 13. That
night Elroy, not feeling well, went to bed early. Shortly after dark
when I was still outside playing, Elroy awoke moaning, groaning, and
hallucinating. Even when he fully recovered, he turned down every
chance for a free cone. That delighted me and I ate them in front of him.

Aunt Bertina was my "banker". She controlled the 25 cents my mother
deposited as an allowance for the week. It was difficult to spend it
all because we could always manage free treats at a picnic. Somehow I
managed. There were ponies we could ride on in a ring in the picnic
grounds. Too tame, so when we learned we could rent one for an hour for
25 cents to ride anywhere in the grounds we dashed home and conned Aunt
Bertina into giving us our weekly quarters. But alas, the "keeper of
the nags" said we couldn't ride unless supervised by an adult.

We swam often, sometimes a half a dozen times a day when other
activities bored us. It was don the suits, swim, come home, hang the
suits to dry... and within an hour repeat the process. I didn't know
how to swim the first year... until my water wings punctured and I
discovered I could stay afloat. It was a great beach with a water wheel
to run on, a slide, and a dock to dive off of once I became a reasonably
good swimmer.

We killed time watching the bowlers, too. There were two lanes and the
pins were put on the spots by hand. It was during those years that
store-bought SLICED BREAD appeared on the market. Elroy and I went
through a lot of jam, jelly, and peanut butter until it was no longer a
sumptuous feast.

I mentioned earlier the chase by the carnival watchman. We had merely
taken some unused ride tickets in the ticket booth. The rides had
already been dismantled. When he yelled at us and came running, we ran
faster, faster than I had ever run or have ever run since... through the
Hotel Del Otero property and then through woods and fields a full mile
to Navarre, the next town east. When the watchman didn't appear, we
headed cautiously back home along the railroad tracks and steered clear
of the picnic grounds for a couple days.

Those were the days that wuz, but not the last of my Spring Park
memories. Those gleaned from my junior and senior high school years...
and a bit beyond.

Christmas... The Early Years

The first five years I was in grade school, I started preparing for
Christmas shopping in early November by drying knives, forks, and spoons
after the evening meal while Ev dried the dishes my Mother washed. For
this I "earned" a penny each evening... yes, ONE WHOLE CENT.

By the week before Christmas I "amassed" as much as 50 cents to buy a
present for Ev and my Mother. (Doesn't sound like much, huh, but 50
cents then had the purchasing power of what five dollars has today).

Then it was off to the Dry Goods store at 38th and Cedar with my riches
in my pocket. Mother and Ev looked the other way (or pretended to)
while I made my selections and had these "wonderful" gifts bagged so
they wouldn't see them. When we got back home, I wrapped the gifts
(sort of) and hid them away until Christmas Eve Day.

Our Christmas tree, too, was purchased at 38th and Cedar. There were
only two kinds and our was always the short needle variety...and we
never spent more than 75 cents. It was very important to me (and I'll
bet you feel the same way now) that it be TALL enough to touch, or
nearly touch, the ceiling. No one bought a stand back then. We crossed
two boards, bored a hole for the trunk and added a couple of braces. No
water reservoir, so by New Years Day, there was a blanket of needles at
the base.

We "loaded" the tree with tinsel... probably because we had but one
string of eight lights. If one bulb burned out, they all went out, so
we had to test them one by one to find the one to be replaced. This was
a common and exasperating problem.

There was generally one party and one program we attended before
Christmas. The part was at Norway Hall where my Mother belonged to "The
Daughters of Norway'" and was on a drill team that did intricate marching
maneuvers while wearing native costumes. With a sidekick or two, I
spent my time running around examining various nooks and crannies in the
building although being sure to be in line when the ersatz Santa Claus
handed out boxes of candy. I never had more than minor parts in the
program at St. Lukes Lutheran (our church), but again, I was early in
line when yet another Santa Claus distributed the box of candy and

We opened our presents on Christmas Day, but not until Aunt Laura, a
nanny for the Lennox children, arrived. As she always went to church
Christmas morning, it was a long wait. I stood in our glassed-in porch
watching for her to come from the street car line.

Christmas dinner was always a Turkey and trimmings affair and my
Mother's stuffing, which, with apologies to Grandma Helen (and others),
is still the best stuffing I've ever had.

One year we would have Christmas dinner at our home and Thanksgiving
dinner at Aunt Freda's and Uncle Henry's near the University of
Minnesota and then switch the following year. Freda was my mother's
sister. They, the Semingsons, had a son, Harry, daughter, Florence, and
a younger daughter (Ev's age) named Mae, perhaps after my Mother. When
in college, Mae became Leslie.

Both at Thanksgiving and Christmas the five of us (I was the youngest by
4½ years) gathered around the dining room table and played card games
like Hearts, Pig, I got It and others that are perhaps lost in time. It
was a real treat for me, a young kid, to play cards with BIG KIDS.
Better than video games, Grandchildren. Alas!

Sometime during the day, I took time out to visit my friends to see
their gifts. It was the practice in our home for each of us to stash
our gifts in a corner, or some other out-of-the-way place for a couple
days to be seen by visitors. About seven gifts were tops for me. My
playmates with two parents fared about the same. I never felt shorted.
Thinking back, my favorite gifts were Tinker Toys (still on the market
and a bit more elaborate), Erector Sets... and of course a Chemistry set
with which my favorite experiment was producing a "rotten egg" smell. I
only recall getting one sled... the one I smashed running into a tree.
(Oh yeh!)

The only skates ever purchased for me were clamps. But not long after,
Aunt Laura gave me a pair of Hockey Tubes, hand-me downs from one of the
Lennox children. Much too big which I tried to compensate for with
several pair of socks and stuffed toes. At age 15, I bought a pair of
speed Skates which I still used at age 42 after we moved to Edina.

About the time I was 12, we "upped" our Christmas decorating by
installing outdoor lights on the evergreens occupying four spots on the
wall in front of our home. Always blue lights and often subject to
vandalism. There was a temptation to remove the bulbs and smash them
against the wall.

Christmas just couldn't be celebrated without a trip to downtown
Minneapolis to see the animated displays in the windows of the
department stores... Daytons, Donaldsons, Pennys and others... and a
drive through residential areas to observe decorated yards and homes.

Nor was Christmas complete without my Mother's Jule Kaga, Sprute Bakel,
Futtimun, and Lefse. (spelling guessed at).

No Room At The Inn - A Christmas Recalled

Two days after our marriage, December 4, 1943, we rolled out of
Minneapolis with all of our worldly goods in a 1940 Studebaker to find
living quarters 750 miles away in Columbus, Ohio where I was stationed
at a United States Naval Air Station.

I had made no advance preparation for a hotel the first night, or an
apartment for an extended stay. With youthful exuberance and
confidence, tempered by unrealized naivety (don't confuse with nativity)
I greeted a hotel clerk in Columbus 19 hours later at 2 a.m. with the
certainty that there would be a room for my bride and me. "Sorry, we're
filled up," he said. NO ROOM AT THE INN, or at any of the other hotels
we called. With tarnished confidence and a lead from the desk clerk, we
drove to a home offering tourist rooms... and we were rewarded despite
waking that woman at almost 3 a.m.

The next morning, somewhat subdued and with rental listings in hand, we
found and rented the spacious third floor of a large lovely home in a
posh residential neighborhood...a weekly cleaning lady included. The
next day we purchased a scrawny Christmas tree, a single strand of
lights and a few odds and ends ornament to celebrate our first married
Christmas. It mattered little that the lights shorted out the second
day and that needles soon fell with the pitter-patter sound of an April
shower... the most heavenly Christmas ever UNTIL...

BEDBUGS... several, when even one is too many. Only then did we
realize why the cleaning lady had used a rather "aromatic" cleaning
solution. We examined our belongings piece by piece, packed our
suitcases and departed our temporary heaven in haste. Within hours we
had a new heaven, a large room plus kitchen privileges in a home near a
bus line three miles from downtown Columbus... and a parlor Christmas
tree, too, which we were invited to enjoy... and did.

There have been changes since Christmas 1943. Six children and 12
grandchildren, the most recent Nicolaus Herman, 11 pounds, 4 ounces on
December 4, 1989, also the 39th birthday of our second son, Bruce... and
our 46th wedding anniversary.

Since that Christmas week in 1943, we have never hosted a hitch-hiking
BEDBUG, but we have in years of walking through fields and forests,
transported (though unwillingly) many WOODTICKS, the country cousins of
Columbus BEDBUGS.

There have been many joyous Christmas seasons since, but none as well
remembered as Christmas, 1943.

And Where Are They Now?

FAT TACK: "Fat" wasn't his real name, but it certainly could have been,
but we used it only when we were talking ABOUT him, rather than to him.
He was the Chief NCO (chief non-commissioned officer of hanger #1) when
I was stationed at the Navy airfield in Columbus, Ohio in 1943... the
year your Grandma Hansen and I were married.

Fat Tack had a two-track mind, neither of which was women or wine... or
song, for that matter. One track was poker... perpetual poker. The
Chief almost always had a game going atop a 55-gallon drum in the
seldom-visited confines of the parachute loft. He had his sentries
(apprentice seamen under his command) to sound a whispered alarm when
"braid" were on the prowl. That's when Fat Tack (excuse me, Chief Tack)
would deftly lower an open parachute strung up in the tower so that the
canopy covered the evidence... and hoist it up again when the
"all-clear" sounded.

But though he like poker, he liked even better to demonstrate his
geographical knowledge. He knew backward, forward, up, down, from
within and without... as well as alphabetically... the capital city of
every State in the union of which there were only 48 at the time.

No conversation (if Fat Tack was within earshot) went beyond the two
minute mark without somehow providing an entry for him to twist the
subject to a verbal display of the Chief's geographical genius. I don't
know where Fat Tack is now, but no doubt he has added the capital cities
of Hawaii and Alaska (what are they?) to his repertoire.

DON JOHNSON: There were four Johnson families in our neighborhood...
three on 17th Avenue and one on 18th. There were two Don Johnsons (both
my age), two Robert Johnsons, and two Leroy Johnsons. One Robert was
called Boy, and the other Bobbie. One Leroy was called Leroy, and the
other, Lee. But both of the Dons used "Don" so it became necessary to
refer to one as the "Don Johnson Up Above" (the north end of the block),
and the other as the "Don Johnson Down Below" (the south end of the

"Don Johnson Down Below" was a prankster extraordinary. At one time or
another he put most of the homes in our neighborhood on the market.
When one home was for sale, he would (in the dark of night) remove the
"for sale" sign and plant it in front of another house... usually
shielded by shrubbery so the owners weren't aware of it.

"Don Johnson Down Below" was at his best in the grocery store where he
worked after school and on Saturdays. When he tired of stocking
shelves, he occasionally unscrewed the caps on peanut butter jars,
pressed thumbprints in the gooey mess, replaced the caps, and put the
jars back on the shelf.

Another prank he played was to take a can of dog food and a can of Chili
Con Carne home, steam off the labels and switch one for the other.
There's no evidence that the purchasers ever realized there was a
difference in the products.

Rumor has it that later in life, "Don Johnson Down Below" was a planner
of the confusing on and off ramps of freeway systems... not true, but

SCRATCHY: When the swamp south of 41st street became a sanitary
landfill, the resident "curator" responsible for directing where loads
of trash were dumped was a seedy looking rather old man named Dan. We
called him "Scratchy"... for good reason, but not to his face. When he
wasn't too tipsy, he held impromptu classes for his youthful (less than
teenage) admirerers. He lectured us on dump scavenger techniques, women,
stench detection, women, interior decorating in the shack that was his
home... and more on women.

The corner of the dump in which his shack was located later became a
Lutheran church. I don't know what happened to "Scratch," but most
likely he was promoted to another dump... and by now, he's probably in
that far away dump in the sky.

Wooing and Winning Grandma Helen

On Thanksgiving Day in 1938 I met, for the first time, the then Helen
Gould, who five years later became Helen Hansen... and then through the
years, one by one, Grandma Helen to the twelve of you.

The Matchmaker (more properly, the "introducer") was Dorothy Wick, one
of three stepsisters I "inherited" when my mother (your GG) married Fred
Wick. Later Dorothy became a Petzold; Marian a Dahlen; and Winifred
(now deceased) a Holt.

Ev, my sister, and Del, her husband, (the Sundgrens) lived across the
street from Helen, but hadn't met her. Dorothy and Helen struck it off
immediately, so on Thanksgiving Day when our family was feasting at the
Sundgrens, Dorothy brought Helen in to meet us... not me in particular.

I didn't impress Helen, she recalled later. To her I was "a little boy
wearing a greenish tweed suit." Little? Gosh, I was six feet... and all
of 135 pounds when I stepped out of a bathtub. Reading this now, you
probably won't believe me, but I was shy... around girls, that is.

Several times in the weeks that followed, I tried to work up nerve to
ask her for a date... but would she say "yes?" Fear of failure kept me
away from the phone.

Dorothy knew my weakness, but bless her, she volunteered to get Helen on
the phone and sound her out. "Yes, she'd talk to me." Trembling, I
grabbed the phone and blurted out an invitation to a movie on New Year's
Eve. She agreed. Wow!

Years later there was still a timidness about me that stalled me asking
her to marry... even though I thought she would accept. But what if she
didn't? More fear of failure.

Finally, driving her home from work one afternoon on busy Portland
Avenue and while waiting for a stop sign to turn green, I handed her a
diamond ring, kissed her... and still beat the car next to mine through
the intersection when the light turned green.

By the way, she again said "yes" and invited me to stay for dinner and
to tell her parents the news.

Did I learn a lesson from these experiences? Yes, if you want something
badly enough... go for it!

Smile... And Say Cheese

In 1930 when I was 12 and in the sixth grade, I was given a camera...
FREE! Why? Because Eastman Kodak offered a Brownie Box camera to anyone
reaching the age of 12 in 1930. One simply had to go to a store
involved in the promotion and show proof of age. It was a one-day deal.
Miss Salmon, our teacher, walked the class to Sears about a mile away to
get our cameras. Her word that we were 12 was sufficient.

Eastman had a method in their supposed madness. The more cameras in
circulation, the more film purchased, used, and developed. Eastman was
the dominant producer of film and the paper used in developing. The
Brownie Box camera took black and white pictures only. It was years
before color cameras were made available. Like most first-time camera
users, I snapped anything and everything to begin with... often poorly
planned shots.

Most pages in albums "way back when" were a rough black paper somewhat
like superthick newsprint in consistency. Snapshots (that's what we
called them) were mounted using glue-back corner devices that often came
loose when pages were turned.

About 15 years ago I took the snapshots-prints-pictures garnered through
the years and made up six albums... for Gary, Bruce, Dixie, Bonnie,
Becky and Anne. Look at the one in your home. Some pictures taken
between 1930 and 1944 are probably from my Brownie Box camera.

In the spring of 1944 (with the camera in the front seat) I approached
the gate house at the Naval Air Station in Minneapolis where I was
stationed, the guard took it from me. Having it on the base was a no-no
in war time. I expected to get it back when I left, but someone had
taken it.

Do you have a camera? If not, borrow your parents', take a few pictures
and send them to me. One dollar for each one you send, but not more
than three dollars. The deadline is Thanksgiving.

Lakewood Cemetery

There's a plot in Lakewood Cemetery in south Minneapolis (just east of
Lake Calhoun) that is the gravesite of four of your blood relatives.

A waist-high concrete urn was purchased for that plot by my mother (your
Grandma wick) in 1924, shortly after the death of my brother who lived
only two years. Prior to Memorial Day for 66 years, flowers have been
planted in the urn... first by my mother alone; then with the help of my
sister and I. After my marriage in 1943, Grandma Helen joined and the
two of us continued after the death of my mother in 1981. With the loss
of Grandma Helen in February, it became my responsibility alone.

The urn has held up well those 66 years. On occasion, it was necessary
to move it and level the ground. Several times I repainted it after
using a wire brush to remove scaling paint. It does have minor cracks,
but I suspect it will last many more years without "major surgery."

The next time we're together I want to take you to that gravesite. When
the time comes that I cannot handle it alone, I would appreciate it if
our grandchildren (Grandma Helen's and mine) would continue to fill the
urn with flowers on Memorial Day and arrange for their care.

Here's some info on our relatives who are buried there:

ALFRED MAYNARD HANSEN, my father, who was born in 1884 and died in 1922
at the age of 38 from Encephalitis.

ALFRED MAYNARD HANSEN, JR., my brother, born in 1922 after my father
died. Two years my junior, he died in 1924 at the age of two from
Diphtheria. I scarcely remember him. My mother was unable to attend
the funeral as she had Diphtheria too.

MICHAEL BRIAN HANSEN, our first child who would have been your Uncle had
he lived. Born in July 4945, he died in February 1946 from
complications developed from birth.

MAY WICK, my mother and your great-grandmother, born in Norway in 1887
and died in July, 1981 from complications following hip surgery. She
had married Fred Wick in 1935.

AN ODDITY: When a cemetery raises the price of it's burial lots, it
blames it on the cost of living.
Birth*1 Aug 1918 Asbury Hospital, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; 4:15 AM1 
Residence1920 4025 17th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA2 
Residence1930 4025 17th Ave S, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Age113 
Residence1940 4025 17th Ave, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Age 21, single. Printer at the Bureau of Engraving, born in Minnesota.4 
Mltinducti*3 Mar 1942 Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Navy||Parachut Rigger, first class5 
Marriage*4 Dec 1943 Open Door Congregational Church, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Bride=Helen Grace Gould 
Mltrelease*23 Oct 1945 Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Navy||PR1/c(T)||Serial or File #: 638-41-38

Service (vessels or stations served on):

USNAS Minneapolis, Minn.
USNAS Lakehurst, N.J.
Naval Air Facility, Columbus, O.
Air Ferry Squad. 2, Columbus, O.
Composite Squad 205 
ResidenceOct 1953 Mason City, Cerro Gordo Co., Iowa6 
Residence*2002 Vernon Terrace, Edina, Hennepin Co, Minnesota 
Death*7 Apr 2013 Lyngblomsten Care Center, Saint Paul, Ramsey Co., Minnesota 


Helen Grace Gould b. 23 Oct 1919, d. 8 Feb 1990
Marriage*4 Dec 1943 Open Door Congregational Church, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Bride=Helen Grace Gould 


  1. [S293] Birth Certificate for Winston Russell Hansen, Hennepin Co., MN. Filed 3 August 1918.
  2. [S326] 1920 US Federal Census, Hennepin Co., MN, ED 130, 7th Ward, Sheet 10A.
  3. [S356] 1930 US Federal Census, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., MN; Ward 7; ED 27-128, Sheet 35A.
  4. [S1210] 1940 US Federal Census, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; ED 89-186, Image 5.
  5. [S292] Notice of Separation from US Naval Service, dated 23 October 1945.
  6. [S384] Laura Karoline Alvestad, Death Certificate 18271, 10/6/53,.

Michael Brian Hansen

M, b. 25 July 1945, d. 20 February 1946
FatherWinston Russell Hansen b. 1 Aug 1918, d. 7 Apr 2013
MotherHelen Grace Gould b. 23 Oct 1919, d. 8 Feb 1990
Appears on charts:Descendants of Tobias Embretsen Steivang and Ragnhild Marie Jonsdatter
Descendants of Zaccheus Gould
Descendants of Richard and Eleanor (Wanless) Rutherford
Birth*25 Jul 1945 Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota1 
Residence*1946 7016 Penn Ave S, Richfield, Hennepin Co., Minnesota2 
Death*20 Feb 1946 Swedish Hospital, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Age 6 months, 27 days. Born in Minneapolis, died on 20 Feb 1946. Cause of death is Aspiration of feeding (1 day) due to severe degree cerebral birth injury with difficulty in swallowing (since birth). Usual address: 7016 Penn Ave S., Richfield, MN. Hospitalized for 1 day.3,2 
Burial*23 Feb 1946 Lakewood Cemetery, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., Minnesota, USA; Enger Funeral Home

Cemetery Site 511-21-54 


  1. [S470] Minnesota Department of Health., Index to Minnesota Birth Records, 1935-2002 (, Michael Brian Hansen, born 23 July 1945 in Hennepin Co., Minnesota to Winston Russell Hansen and Helen Grace Gould, File #: 1945-MN-036340.
  2. [S1177] Michael Brian Hansen, Certificate of Death Hennepin Co., MN #18933, Filed: 22 Feb 1946, Wright Co., MN,.
  3. [S383] State of Minnesota., Minnesota Death Index 1908-2002 Michael Brian Hansen, died 20 Feb 1946 in Hennepin Co., Minnesota; Cert ID: 1946-018933.
  4. [S367] Cemetery Record, Lakewood Cemetery in Minneapolis, MN,;.