Grandma Brown told us many stories when we were kids. One story that I remember her telling us was about the chicken coop. One night Grandpa Brown was out of town on business and Grandma was home alone with the kids. As she was working around the house, it was getting late and she heard a noise outside. She opened the door and could hear a noise in the chicken coop. She lit the coal oil lantern and went outside. […]
Hannah was, like most of those who came from the Scandinavian Countries, a great lover of nature. She took much pride in beautifying her home surroundings. She was a great reader, studied the Church books and magazines, and kept up with the daily newspapers. Being a natural poet, she composed a number of wonderful poems and was able to call them to mind at any time. This gift was one of her greatest blessings. Many have enjoyed listening to her recite the poetry she had written. Four […]
The children had to help on the farm. When Manilla was five years old, she went with them to the fields to haul hay. It was a hot day, so Manilla would lie down under the wagon in the shade. As the wagon moved along she followed, staying the shade. One time she got too close to the wheel and was run over, breaking her leg. Hannah lost her oldest son, Christian, during an epidemic of Diphtheria and tonsillitis. He was twelve years of age. A […]