Carl and Inga attended a reunion in June of 1932 in Graettinger Iowa. An article in the Graettinger Times reported who attended and added comment: "During the week about fifty people attended and a very enjoyable time was had by all, as some of them had not seen each other for 30 years.:"
This might be a good time to go back in time and share the Olsen-Christopher family history and how the two families came together.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Saturday, December 24, 2011
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO CHRISTOPHERS AND OLSENS EVERYWHERE!
HERE IS A COPY OF AN OLD CHRISTMAS CARD POSTCARD FROM CHRIST OLSON IN PEQUOT MINNESOTA TO HIS DAUGHTER LYDIA OLSEN AND HUSBAND CARL CHRISTOPHER ON 12/22/1919
IN MEDINA NORTH DAKOTA.
I THOUGHT YOU ALL MIGHT WANT TO SEE HIS HANDWRITING IN NORWEGIAN .
HIS NAME WAS OLE KRISTIAN OLSEN, BUT HE OFTEN SIGNED HIS NAME C.OLSON AND WENT BY CHRIST OLSON IN PEQUOT, MINNESOTA
.CAN ANYONE TRANSLATE??
THIS PRECIOUS ONE IS TO RUTH IN MEDINA FROM HER OLSEN GRANDPARENTS IN PEQUOT ON 12/18/1921
THIS ONE IS TO DON FROM HIS COUSIN BILLY no date
THIS ONE IS FOR BOB FROM ROSE
THIS ONE IS TO LYDIA FROM HER SISTER CLARA 12/23/1927
I HOPE YOU ENJOY AN OLD FASHIONED FAMILY CHRISTMAS THROUGH THESE CARDS...AREN'T WE GLAD THEY WERE SAVED THROUGH ALL THESE YEARS!!!
If you have stories to tell about any of the 11 Christopher siblings, children of Carl and Inga, send them in the next two weeks if you want to include them on this blog.
Next blog post will begin mini biographies of each of them and their families.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Thanksgiving Post
I am grateful this year go have extended family who we can now better communicate with due to email, facebook, blogs,etc. We live so far away from most of my relatives, that I feel the need to grow closer.
There are several loved ones in the Christopher family we have lost these last few years that I want to honor and give thanks for their contribution to our extended family. They all mean a great deal to me, as everyone in our family does, and I am thankful that there are more extended family members that I haven't met in person that are now able to communicate through email and blogging. As we plan our reunion for 2012, let us also plan to reunite with these loved ones in the great hereafter.
"Gene" Harry Eugene Christopher, b. Nov. 30, 1943, Richmond CA d. Oct 21, 2011, Hermiston, OR,
Son of Robert and Beulah (Winner) Christopher, stepson of Juanita Christopher; sisters Jill Spieker and Brenda Beers;married to Beverly (for more than 50 years) Sons: Robert and Terry Christopher; grandchildren:. Michael, Cody, Jamie, Shanico, Amber, Levi. Great Grandchildren; Austin, Jayden
Marjorie Lee Christopher Sparks, b. May 1, 1946 d. August 14, 2009. Daughter of Ken and Ruby Christopher; married to Weldon Sparks, mother of Judy Hudek, Richard Frey and Heather Stiles. Grandmother of: Charlotte Hudek, Allie Smith, Talon Smith
Ken Christopher, b Sept 7, 1916 - d April 7, 2009 Son of Carl and Inga Christopher, husband to Ruby Fleming and Millie Olsen Christopher; and father to Gloria Blake and Marjorie Sparks.
Gloria Jean Christopher Blake, b Oct 25, 1942 - d Sept 21, 2006 Daughter of Ken and Ruby Christopher, mother of Kenneth Blake, Kimberly Hudse,
Grandmother of Julia Hudse, Dylan Hudse
In Pequot Minnesota
Bob was just a little kid in Minnesota and one day Ma gave Bob a dollar. "That dollar looked to me to be the size of a wash tub. We were out looking for work I guess. We stopped in Minneapolis to get a sleep and a meal. I crawled up on the bunk and put my dollar on my pillow. During the night I turned over and that dollar fell out on the floor. Ting-a-ling..away it went rolling, with me chasing right after it all over the place. The guys like to cracked up laughing. I thought they were going to get my dollar. They got the biggest kick out of that, but I got my dollar back, but now I can't recall how I spent it."
Pequot Lakes, Minnesota -Jan. 21, 1934
Here is a copy of the letter Grandpa Carl sent back to the Medina Citizen Newspaper after he moved the family from Medina, ND back to Pequot Lakes, Minnesota where 32 years earlier he married Inga. They had many trips back to the area before moving there to visit relatives and so Inga could get medical help for her leg at the Mayo Clinic. The doctor bill for her surgery caused them to sell all of their furniture and farm machinery and move onto the Olsen Family Homestead around 1933. At that time Bob was a teen ager and went to Pequot Lakes High School with his Evan's cousins. (Inga's sister Clara's children) Doris and Don the youngsters were there in Pequot Lakes, but the rest of the Christopher Camp were on their own..most of them settling in Arlee, Montana.
"Well, here we are among the jack pine, savages, retired lumberjacks, river pigs and retired farmers (who are working for the CWA) cutting some wood and incidentally helping the missus with her chores. Conditions here are not so good either, although there is no one in this township who has asked for or received any government salt pork. Weather conditions here have been mild since New Years, but at that time it was down to 52 below. We have quite a little snow--up to--well it is pretty deep Our neighbor, Seven Sleeps, the Indian, predicts a wet summer by examination of the onion, and Mary, the assistant chamber maid at the
VJ-LU summer resort, agrees with him, and says onions will be big; she always does. At the present time the people here are busy putting up ice and cutting up a supply of wood for the summer, and believe me they have some big wood piles. Almost all the farmers here put up ice, as they sell milk to the tourists and have to cool the milk. They depend on the tourist trade for a lot of their income in the summer. This is right in the heart of the Land o'Lakes. There is on this farm a hill or nearby mountain from which 20 lakes are visible to the naked eye and with field glasses one can see for nearly 50 miles. It is truly a vacation land of rest--long, lazy days, if you wish, quiet, restful places, with a program of the pines, breezy beaches, cool nights, and sleep such as you have never known before--days are sunny, with long evenings, and beautiful, with gorgeous sunsets and sky colored waters. Hope this finds you all O.K., as we are. The Carl Christopher Family"
"Well, here we are among the jack pine, savages, retired lumberjacks, river pigs and retired farmers (who are working for the CWA) cutting some wood and incidentally helping the missus with her chores. Conditions here are not so good either, although there is no one in this township who has asked for or received any government salt pork. Weather conditions here have been mild since New Years, but at that time it was down to 52 below. We have quite a little snow--up to--well it is pretty deep Our neighbor, Seven Sleeps, the Indian, predicts a wet summer by examination of the onion, and Mary, the assistant chamber maid at the
VJ-LU summer resort, agrees with him, and says onions will be big; she always does. At the present time the people here are busy putting up ice and cutting up a supply of wood for the summer, and believe me they have some big wood piles. Almost all the farmers here put up ice, as they sell milk to the tourists and have to cool the milk. They depend on the tourist trade for a lot of their income in the summer. This is right in the heart of the Land o'Lakes. There is on this farm a hill or nearby mountain from which 20 lakes are visible to the naked eye and with field glasses one can see for nearly 50 miles. It is truly a vacation land of rest--long, lazy days, if you wish, quiet, restful places, with a program of the pines, breezy beaches, cool nights, and sleep such as you have never known before--days are sunny, with long evenings, and beautiful, with gorgeous sunsets and sky colored waters. Hope this finds you all O.K., as we are. The Carl Christopher Family"
Monday, October 10, 2011
Christopher kids growing up
"When Lauren and Ken were teenagers, they used to ride the freights together and they would sew money in the band of their pants. The other guys they were riding with were always able to bum a meal by just going up and down the streets where the train stopped and asking for a meal, but Lauren and Ken would ask for work. They would get their money that way. Some how they just couldn't be bums. One time when Ken was on a train he got held up. He had money sewn in his pants but he didn't tell them of course. They were coming from Bismark to Medina. He was in the reefer car when two guys came in. Ken had a 22 shell in his pocket and it made them think he had a gun. They tried to get him to jump off the train, but he flatly told them no and so they climbed out of the car and locked the door on Ken. He stayed still awhile and then tried to get out, but couldn't. When the train slowed down, the door opened and they were gone, so Ken climbed up to the top of the car and ran the length of the train in the dark, like a darn fool. When the train stopped Ken told the brakeman, but the brakeman said he couldn't do anything about it."
"There wasn't too much to do in those days, so the big thing on Saturday night was to walk three miles to Medina and stand on the corner watching the people eat roasted peanuts. We usually stayed out late and by the time we got home everyone was asleep. Mother had made two or three tables full of freshly baked homemade bread that day and of course, boys are always hungry. We'd peel the crust off the bread and load it down with butter and go ahead and eat all we could eat. We expected to hear about it in the morning, but mother never said a word. She just took it all up and put it back in the oven and made a new crust on it. So we got by pretty good, but we didn't dare try that too often."
"There wasn't too much to do in those days, so the big thing on Saturday night was to walk three miles to Medina and stand on the corner watching the people eat roasted peanuts. We usually stayed out late and by the time we got home everyone was asleep. Mother had made two or three tables full of freshly baked homemade bread that day and of course, boys are always hungry. We'd peel the crust off the bread and load it down with butter and go ahead and eat all we could eat. We expected to hear about it in the morning, but mother never said a word. She just took it all up and put it back in the oven and made a new crust on it. So we got by pretty good, but we didn't dare try that too often."
More Stories of their childhood in Medina..by Bob and Ken
We don't have many pictures of the Christopher kids when they were little so you will just have to use your imagination when you read these whoppers!:
"When Ken was working for a neighbor, Mrs.Lepold, she wanted him to catch a badger. What he caught was a skunk! The trap caught his front paw. Ken picked him up by the tail because he was always told that if you pick up a skunk by the tail it can't squirt you. That's how the story goes. So he was eye-balling him and saying..."..you can't doing nothin'." That skunk just doubled up and filled his eyes, nose and mouth before he could let go. He forgot the foot was still in the trap! It was like a trigger. The neighbor took all Ken's clothes and buried them in the wood pile. And Ken laid in the tub for an hour and scrubbed. Then, he had to borrow clothes to go on home."
"One day we skipped school and stayed down with the pigs all day in the straw stack. But we didn't fool Pa. He knew we were there. Pa said, "How'd you guys do with the pigs down there?" After that we stayed pretty close to the school house like we were supposed to."
"I remember one time when the kids were walking near the barn on the way to school. It was bitter cold. You guys told me, Bob you aught to try this..stick your tongue on that cold iron. WOW! So I did, and I can feel it yet."
Ken interrupts. "I think I am the guilty one; I think I told you to do that."
Bob asks, "So how in the hell, do you get the tongue off, I can't remember."
Ken says, "Well you just keep wetting it with warm water, but I think you probably pulled the skin off."
Bob laughs, ""Well, that's probably why I can't talk right yet."
Ken adds, "Well, that wasn't in any shed, that was right out it the open."
Bob said, "Well, yeah, but it was by a shed, cause you pulled this piece of iron out of it."
Ken explained, "No, that was the pump handle."
Bob asked, "Is that what it was?"
Ken said, "Yeah, or maybe you did it twice."
Bob objects, "I don't think I'd get caught twice doing that."
Ken said, "Yeah, so this was the pump handle and we couldn't bring you into the house to get it off so we had to pull it off right there."
Bob said, "It hurt so bad and can't remember it really...Anyways, I'd never let anyone try that one on me again."
"On Saturdays Dad went into town to get coal, groceries, and kerosene for the lanterns. The can we had for kerosene had lost its cork. The kids thought the storekeeper took it. But what he did do for a stopper was use a large peppermint gum drop. We used to get real good at eating it right down to the coal oil."
"In Medina, Dad made a coal shoot going down to the basement and about once a year they would buy a case of plums or peaches or some delicacy like that. They'd have them down there so we would slip down that coal shoot and get us some- a plum or peach, whatever was available. They never bothered us too much about it. They surely knew we were doing it, but we got by with it."
"We used to play a lot of cards. The neighbors all played Whisk an awful lot. So all of us kids would have to go along. We never thought of a babysitter in those days. So they would put us all to bed laying crosswise on a bed in a corner there someplace and they would play cards most of the night. Then we'd head for home again."
"When Ken was working for a neighbor, Mrs.Lepold, she wanted him to catch a badger. What he caught was a skunk! The trap caught his front paw. Ken picked him up by the tail because he was always told that if you pick up a skunk by the tail it can't squirt you. That's how the story goes. So he was eye-balling him and saying..."..you can't doing nothin'." That skunk just doubled up and filled his eyes, nose and mouth before he could let go. He forgot the foot was still in the trap! It was like a trigger. The neighbor took all Ken's clothes and buried them in the wood pile. And Ken laid in the tub for an hour and scrubbed. Then, he had to borrow clothes to go on home."
"One day we skipped school and stayed down with the pigs all day in the straw stack. But we didn't fool Pa. He knew we were there. Pa said, "How'd you guys do with the pigs down there?" After that we stayed pretty close to the school house like we were supposed to."
"I remember one time when the kids were walking near the barn on the way to school. It was bitter cold. You guys told me, Bob you aught to try this..stick your tongue on that cold iron. WOW! So I did, and I can feel it yet."
Ken interrupts. "I think I am the guilty one; I think I told you to do that."
Bob asks, "So how in the hell, do you get the tongue off, I can't remember."
Ken says, "Well you just keep wetting it with warm water, but I think you probably pulled the skin off."
Bob laughs, ""Well, that's probably why I can't talk right yet."
Ken adds, "Well, that wasn't in any shed, that was right out it the open."
Bob said, "Well, yeah, but it was by a shed, cause you pulled this piece of iron out of it."
Ken explained, "No, that was the pump handle."
Bob asked, "Is that what it was?"
Ken said, "Yeah, or maybe you did it twice."
Bob objects, "I don't think I'd get caught twice doing that."
Ken said, "Yeah, so this was the pump handle and we couldn't bring you into the house to get it off so we had to pull it off right there."
Bob said, "It hurt so bad and can't remember it really...Anyways, I'd never let anyone try that one on me again."
"On Saturdays Dad went into town to get coal, groceries, and kerosene for the lanterns. The can we had for kerosene had lost its cork. The kids thought the storekeeper took it. But what he did do for a stopper was use a large peppermint gum drop. We used to get real good at eating it right down to the coal oil."
"In Medina, Dad made a coal shoot going down to the basement and about once a year they would buy a case of plums or peaches or some delicacy like that. They'd have them down there so we would slip down that coal shoot and get us some- a plum or peach, whatever was available. They never bothered us too much about it. They surely knew we were doing it, but we got by with it."
"We used to play a lot of cards. The neighbors all played Whisk an awful lot. So all of us kids would have to go along. We never thought of a babysitter in those days. So they would put us all to bed laying crosswise on a bed in a corner there someplace and they would play cards most of the night. Then we'd head for home again."
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