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Jennie (Dalager) Grove: Obituaries of Julius and Jennie
Pope County Herald
Glenwood, Minnesota, May 20, 1937
J. O. Grove, one of Pope county’s most prominent citizens, passed away at his home at nine o’clock Sunday evening May 15th, after an illness of over a year, caused by a stroke. Mr. Grove had not been in good health for several years, but was active in his business up to a year ago, when he suffered a stroke from which he never recovered, and had been confined to his bed since that time.
Funeral services were held Thursday, May 20th, at his home at 2 o’clock and at the Glenwood Lutheran Church at two-thirty p. m. Internment was in the Barsness cemetery. Active pallbearers were Nels Austvold, Wm. Dalager, Henry Ness. J. O. Haugen, Melvin Billehus and A. K. Gandrud. Honorary pallbearers were Ed Kaldahl, Theo. Ogdahl, Carl Ronning, A. P. Branae, O. P. Brendal and Knut Knutson.
Although one of what might be termed the second generation of pioneers, the life of J. O. Grove was closely woven with the developments of Pope County. He saw the country developed from the pioneer days to the present stage of development. Julius was 65 years old.
Jennie Dalager Grove lived 16 years after Julius passed away. Jennie passed away October 14, 1953 at the age of 81 and a half years.
Glenwood Herald
Oct 18, 1953
In her active years Jennie took a prominent part in the community life of Glenwood. She was a faithful member of the Lutheran Ladies Aid, the Women’s Missionary Society and a former member of the Art Circle and Literary Club. Beside raising her own family she took into her home orphaned children and made it possible for them to complete their schooling. In her great desire to help others she gave gladly to causes that would lift humanity to a nobler plane. Her life resembled a great river, deep and mighty, flowing on and on yet with little or no sound.
A sister, Mrs. Julia Knutson, wrote the following words in her me memory.
She was to me like some great cliff,
That lift’s its awe inspiring form
Swells from the deep and midway leaves the storm;
While round its head the rearing clouds are spread
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Hans Dalager: A Brief History by his granddaughter
The following essay was written by Lavinia (Dalager ) Martinson Larson in 1942 for a college course. Lavinia is the daughter of Herman Dalager from the second family (younger brother of Karl). She is therefore the granddaughter of Hans. The essay was found in the archives of Lavinia’s aunt, Lavilla (Dalager) Peterson, Herman’s younger sister.
When Hans came to his homestead he built a log house, a stable and cleared and broke up some land. He left the place in care of someone and went to work in Goodhue county. While he was gone a prairie fire broke out and burned the buildings and 2 mules. He became real discouraged and went to a lumber camp near St. Cloud to work. But when spring came he came back to the homestead and started over again. He had speedy oxen and neighbors helped each other with work. Mosquitoes were real bad at times but tired people slept anyway.
The first two years he was here the nearest town was St. Cloud. Some times this trip was made by foot or with oxen to get supplies. Going to town meant a trip of 4 or 5 days. One time on their way home it began to rain. They turned the wagon box up-side-down and sat under it until the rain stopped.
About 1870 Benson was established so that was closer and it was easier to haul grain to this railroad.
Hans bought horses as soon as they were available. He was one of the first farmers to have a barn with a hay mow. It was said people came for miles to see this. In 1888 he bought a team of horses in Goodhue County and went to get them. On the way back they became frightened and ran away. This happened near Willmar. The wagon tipped over and Hans broke his leg. It was never set right. As a result, this leg was shorter and had a bump on it. He had to have a built up heal on his shoe but he still walked with a limp.
Hans liked to sing when he drove along. The neighbors said they could hear him singing, mostly hymns.
He built an elegant brick house on the homestead place in about 1899.
Hans Dalager was always a hard worker and by persistent effort he forced his way ahead until he became what was considered the richest farmer in the county. At the time of his death he owned nearly 2 sections of land. He was married in 1871. Sixteen years later his wife passed away and 2 years later he married again. He had 6 children by his first marriage and 10 children by his second marriage.
Ned Daglers to attend Golden Wedding
(St. Hilaire) Ned and Dercinda Dagler and their barefoot youngins will attend the Golden Wedding Anniversary Celebration of Jim and Phyllis Dalager in August, 2008. While not appearing in the official Dalager Family Tree, Dagler surfaced recently amidst a blizzard, claiming kinship to Nate and Darcie Dalager of St. Hilaire, Minnsota. Ned claims to be the grandson of Jarl T. Dalager, the mysterious lost and dyslexic twin of Karl T. Dalager.
Obscure family legend has it that adolescents Karl and Jarl were on their way to visit their sister Julia in western Dakota when Jarl disappeared while in search of a plug of “tobaccy.” After turning the town of Mohall, North Daktoa, inside out in search of his dear brother, and heartbroken Karl continued his journey, never to see or hear from poor Jarl again. Nary a mention of his moniker has heretofore passed Dalager lips until this recent re-appearance of his kinfolk.
Not one to give kin a cold shoulder, Nate has allowed Dagler to build a lean-to of scrap metal and sticks along the ravine near the Konickson holdings where Ned has been successful in keeping the family fed snaring gray squirrels and rabbits, and pulling catfish out of the river with a cane pole.
Recently Nate, overjoyed at its arrival, let his anniversary invitation get away from him at the mailbox when a strong nor-easter ripped it from his glad hands, carrying it all the way across the CRP to the Dagler doorstep. Overjoyed, Ned and kin promptly completed the elegant, erudite RSVP form, borrowed a stamp from the Nate Dalagers (for undisclosed reasons), and sent it off to far away Duluth, Minnesota.
Our sources confirm that it has been the first RSVP to arrive. Meanwhile the Nate Dalagers continue to wonder what RSVP really means, and look for a way to do it so that they may attend the event in good standing.
Brita (Betsy) Dalager: Life and Times
The following was written by my aunt, Lavilla (Dalager) Peterson, in 1958 after a long awaited family reunion between the Glenwood, Minnesota and Webster, South Dakota branches. My Grandfather Hans’ family was separated from his sister Brita’s family in the late 1800s when tragedy struck Brita, and she moved with her children and my Great Grandmother Guri to Webster, where she would raise her family alone with little connection to Hans and his family until this reunion.
Today is the day to begin writing about our ancestors. It is the day following the 17th annual picnic, that the families of Hans, Nels, and Brita have had. It was in 1958 that Herman and Alma Dalager were invited to come to Webster, South Dakota to take part in their reunion. My brother Herman and his wife Alma in turn invited us and so after nearly 50 years of little communication the two families were brought together. Bertha’s son Andrew was there, his nephew McCarlson was there, their wives and many of their children and grand children.
You never heard such talking before. There were so many things to ask about, to marvel at and to tie together with long past events. I think by night fall we were all horse in voice and happy in spirit to think we had been united as kin.
We met and talked to my cousin (Guri) Julia Chilson, Brita’s daughter, and her children. She lived in Webster and her husband had run the Elevator Store which is still in Webster. It is still run by Herman and his sons. The Chilson family have records of their families so I do not have to go into that.
How did Brita happen to drift from Minnesota to South Dakota? She was living in Glenwood township, close to road 18 and joining Gerhard Swenson’s farm when there was an accident in their family. Her husband, Sjobakken, died mysteriously (hanging). Brita was grief stricken and determined to look for a homestead where there was room and a place for her and her five children. She decided to take her maiden name for herself and her children.
Now we must go back to see if we can get her mother into the picture. Guri Dalager had arrived from Norway bringing a small girl with her. I gather that Guri’s husband, Solfest, had passed away so she came to join Nils, Hans and Brita.
Brita and her mother Guri with the child from Norway started out in a covered wagon drawn by oxen traveling cross country. They set up on a piece of land in Day County, South Dakota. Her arrival in Webster was by covered wagon driven by oxen, Mike & Star, with all personal belongings, 5 children, Guri, her mother, and Kristie, a niece.
The first house built there is still standing and used as a granary. It was the first frame house built and it is now owned by John A. Dalager, a great grandson of Brita’s and the son of Albin Dalager.
When they arrived, they had 3 cows which they milked 3 times a day, trading milk for meat and potatoes from the Indians along the way. Jens Vinedahl was a cousin of Betsy’s who worked as a hired hand for her and also for the John McCarlsons and Andrew Dalagers. He almost lost his life in the 1888 blizzard that struck so suddenly while he was doing chores at Betsy’s.
A rocker was found there on our first visit to this location. I asked for the back piece of the chair and have it here. There is some carving on it.
Betsy lived in a wheel chair for her final 35 years, died at the home of her daughter, Julia Chilson in Webster March 31, 1921. Although severely handicapped, she often instructed confirmation classes and Bible school in place of the pastor.
Note: There is a plaque in Brita’s memory in Webster, South Dakota, commemorating her survival of a great prairie fire. To survive the fire, Brita hid down in a well for an extended period. Sadly, though she survived, her legs were paralyzed for the remainder of her life. Guri (Hans and Brita’s mother) passed away in the fire. Much later, the relatives decided to buy a marker for Guri’s unmarked grave under the lilac bushes on the original homestead near Webster.
Hannah (Dalager) and Peter Johnson: Hightlights and Milestones of their lives
The following poem, author unknown, was written in honor of my Aunt Hannah and her husband Peter’s Golden Wedding Anniversary in 1956. I received it from Hannah’s younger sister Lavilla (Dalager) Peterson. Hannah was my father Karl’s older sister.
We honor this day two people we love
Whose marriage was blessed by God above
They have lived together for fifty years
Sharing their blessings, their smiles, their tears.
Let us turn back the clocks of time
And follow their life through words of rhyme
Peter met Hannah in Minnesota
Before they moved to North Dakota
They lived near Glenwood on a beautiful lake
A place created for cupids sake
There they molded their future fate
It was in that setting Peter chose his mate
Hannah’s mind would often wonder
To a high school boy who lived out yonder
As she sat in the class of geometry,
She named the triangles P. O. C.
They courted then with buggy and horse
Who instinctively knew the familiar course
From Terrace to Barsness he would go
The way back home he seemed to know
From Luther College in Iowa
Peter sent messages every day
To Hannah in German by US mail
Which confused the postman along the trail
To a teachers college in her own home state
Hannah prepared for a teachers fate
She got a job in a country school
And forty five pupils she tried to rule
After two years she and Peter were wed
They lived on her salary and saved they said
While Hannah awaited the stork to arrive
She painted pictures with a fevered drive
She wished for a daughter with talent in art
So her new born son really gave her a start
How Peter longed to be a physician
Between them then they made that decision
He studied medicine the next four years
Then the twins came along to add to their cares
When the schooling was over in Illinois
He returned to his twins and his little son
In Minneapolis he served as interne
But his little boys health became his concern
In 1915 they moved to Dakota
To escape the climate in Minnesota
Hannah held church school in her home
All were welcome who wished to come
She directed programmed Christmas plays
Performed civic duties in various ways
The flu epidemic during the first world war
Took the doctor to homes both near and far
He drove a team and forded a creek
Was relayed by drivers to visit the sick
In winter by sled he drove through the snow
When he’d return his wife didn’t know
In four weeks time he was home one night
Sick from exhaustion a common plight
A boy from Norway came to stay
And drove for the doctor night and day
Often the lunch they packed in their sled
Turned to frozen feed instead
Hannah had a intuition
When to expect the tired physician
About half an hour before he was due
She made the coffee and hot lunch too
To Yellow Stone Park in 1919
The family went in their touring machine
They explored the haunts of deer and bear
And thrilled to the geysers there
In nineteen 21 November night
The stork stopped by on his evening flight
A baby girl he left behind
She proved to be the considerate kind
The children remember the summer vacations
They borrowed money for education’s
From St. Olaf College all received degrees
Both of the boys have become MD’s
Maxine was married in 1938
To an engineer whom she met by fate
In Phoenix they live with daughter & son
Where the folks go to have their winter fun
Maxwell is living in Illinois
He has 2 girls as well as a boy
In 1940 he brought home a bride
And practiced medicine by his fathers side
Two years later Bud went to war
To serve his country in the Army Corps
Burdened again by overwork
His father didn’t ever his duty shirk
Philip is married and lived on the coast
And has two children about whom we boast
Karen nineteen a sophomore at college
Philip thirteen in the ninth grade in knowledge
Judy married a fine boy from home
No need after that for her to roam
They have 2 boys one age 2
Most any day another is due
Now that their children are grown and married
The Johnson’s interests are many and varied
The Memorial Hospital long over due
Is a dream of Peter’s new dream come true
They have their farming and oil interest too
Hannah has time for her painting to do
The Doctor has practiced for 42 years
He can travel now without qualms or fears
We hope that Peter and his wife
Will write the story of their life
His artist wife could illustrate
The scenes from life that he’d relate
May God continue these two to bless
With love, with health and happiness
We wish them joy as they go their way
May their life be as golden as this wedding day
Peter and Hanna were married Sept 8, 1906
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