Oimoen, Otto; Skalet, Ethel; Grender, Albert O. (ed.) / Oisæther : Oimoen, Olson and Sather family album : histories, stories and pictures
Section I: Norwegian immigration: Ole and Anne Oisaether - stories, etc., pp. 6-13 PDF (3.2 MB)
They all married Norwegian girls and all joined Norwegian Lutheran churches, that was a must. They were a hard working bunch, never asked for a hand-out and when they made up their mind on some project they never quit until accomplished. It is people like these that have made the U. S. great. OLE AND ANNA'S ancestors have ventured into many different kinds of occupations. There is or has been one doctor, one lawyer, two ministers, many teachers, nurses, salesmen, store keepers, accountants, insurance salesman, manager of a co-op, some employed by the state and federal government and one in foreign service. A majority of them stepped into their father's shoes and became farmers and tillers of the soil and very good ones, I may say. Many of their descendants have moved from Wisconsin to the west coast and east coast and places in between. So this is the history of OLE and ANNA OISAETHER'S descendants up to now, 1977. (This interesting history of Ole and Anna Oisaether and their descendants was writ- ten by Oscar Oimoen, obtained mostly by what he had stored in the back of his mind from what he had heard from his father and others, plus doing a little re- search and scratching around in church records and elsewhere. We have to say a big "Thank You", Oscar, for your contri- bution to this history book). Otto Oimoen Ethel Skalet I REMEMBER by Otto Oimoen My early remembrance of the Oimoen family that settled in this area was Uncle John, Uncle Iver, Aunt Tonetta Ankaltrud and of course my dad, Ole. Being a close knit family they met in each others homes making four Sundays every year that a big feast and enjoyment was had by all both big and small. This was long before automobiles were around. The farm horse plugs were hitched to the wagon with spring seats or no seat at all made the journey to the different aunts and uncles homes. This continued until as time passes on. Aunt Tonetta Ankaltrud answered the final roll so did Aunt Annie and Aunt Lena which left Uncles Christ, John and Iver to take care of their families which they did so well. Eventually the older cousins established their own homes so that their annual visit ceased to be. Many pleasant memories of those happy days remain. I remember Uncle John had such a hearty laugh which impressed every one who heard. Alena his daughter who with her husband Fred Fridstrom operated a restaurant in Chicago had her dad come to Chicago for a visit and while there Alena took her dad to a show which was something new for Uncle John. The show being a comedy Uncle John laughed so much and so loud that the entire audience had more enjoyment in hearing Uncle laugh than in the show itself. Uncle Iver also had a hearty laugh. I remember one Christmas I got what was called a Balky Mule. It was a mule hitched to a two wheel cart with a funny looking driver. When it was wound up and released the spring it would start ahead, stop and back up and go ahead again and continue to do so and the driver would be in so many funny different positions and when Uncle Iver saw it, it made him laugh so long and hard that I thought he would never stop. I can hear him laughing yet. My Dad when he was 10-12 years old had a hip infection which kept him in bed over a year with out any doctor but left to nature to heal, results left the leg shorter as it ceased to grow compared to the other during his growing age. After coming to this country he was working in Martin Sonstebo's mill just north of Barneveld in Walnut Hollow, when the steam engine used for power exploded and my dad was scalded and burned on his short hip side. He carried the scars the rest of his life. Being somewhat crippled for this reason he was not able to do too much walking so I was left to do most of the field work at an early age. I remember Dad had the ability to work cold iron. With his hammer and anvil, which is still on the farm, and with a chisel and punch he was able to work iron into different shapes and sizes to repair any broken items. No heat of fire was connected with his work. Dad made different pieces of furniture from old Reed organs and material on hand with no power tools, only wooden planes, hand saws, hand draw knives, and hand bit drills. I have several book stands and dressers that he made from Cottonwood lumber that was sawed from the old homestead that my mother helped plant 120 years ago. Uncle Andrew, after coming to this country, became a saw filer in the saw mills in Northern Wisconsin and the brothers lost contact with one another until Uncle Andrew placed a note in the Skandinaven, the Norwegian paper m Chicago, wanting information of his brothers in Wisconsin.
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