Olaus Larson and Catarina Olivia Wilhelmina (Larson) Larson are buried in Salem (Old Swede) Cemetery, Town of Farmington, Waupaca Co., WI. Thanks to Find-A-Grave for making these images available.

Our first relatives, Per Andersson and his wife Maria Nilsdotter, came to Fröbbestorp in 1691. When Per Andersson died in 1722, the farm was taken over by one of his sons, Anders Persson (1707-1785). Anders Persson had several children. Two of them, Per Andersson (1738-1790) and Lars Andersson (1746-1798), stayed in Fröbbestorp. The farm was split in two pieces...one piece to Per Andersson and the other piece to Lars Andersson. Per Andersson was succeeded by his daughter and his son-in-law. When they became too old to work the farm, they were succeeded by their son Nils Olofsson (1811-1879). His offspring still owns the farm.

Lars Andersson married Ingrid Nilsdotter (1754-1823). They had many children. The oldest son, Petter (sometimes he used the name Per) Larsson (1779-1821), took over the farm. He died at only 42 years old, and his widow then married Sven Larsson.

THE ANCESTORS LIFE IN FRÖBBESTORP

When our ancestors Per Andersson and Maria Nilsdotter arrived and settled down in Fröbbestorp in 1691 it was during a peace period in the Swedish history. Sweden had been involved in several wars that century. There was however a severe famine. Uneven weather was a major contributing factor. In 1695 was the Summer cold. The Autumn frost came early. In many places before an unusually late harvest had been salvaged. The crop failure was already a fact. The weather then switched to a mild autumn and the beginning of the winter was also warm. Fresh grass grew a finger’s length in the beginning of February. Trees and shrubs buds themselves and the Autumn sowing began to germinate. Then the cold and snow came. The Spring was exceptionally late and the Summer was extremely cold.

The late Summer of 1696 was visited by night frost. In many places were the majority of the fields fallow, since the starving population, the winter before, was forced to eat most of the seeds. Strawberries ripened only in September and raspberries in October. The harvest, in the places the crop matured at all, was of course disastrous. The winter that followed was severe and even in 1697, the Spring came very late. Winter cold was in some places so severe that it even was difficult to remove the bark from trees to make bark bread. Worst hit was northern Sweden. Its estimated that 100 000 died as a result. The failure of crops was a perennial scourge. There were small margins in the Swedish peasant society. The population rebounded, however, surprisingly fast.

Between 1697 and 1708 the harvest seems to have been fairly good. To pay for the war that began in 1700 the Swedish crown gave the farmers the opportunity to buy their farms. Per and Maria accepted the offer. But tell the happiness that lasts. 1708-1709 another failure of crops arrived. It was followed (1710-1712) by a very serious plague. Many of our ancestors died. 1/3 of Stockholm’s population died in the plague. Then occurred a few years of good harvests. However, it was only the calm before the storm. For in the year of 1716 the crop was shaken by hard rain, followed by two years of distinct crop failure.

In 1721 the peace came and also some years that were beneficial to the farmers. More and more farmers had enough money to buy their farms. There were low rates of mortality, peace, mild winters and good harvests. Those who survived the war years were relatively immune to epidemics and perhaps even unusually viable at all. There were, moreover, plenty of uncultivated land. But then the situation once again changed. In the 1730’s the mortality rate rose sharply, due to international epidemics and several bad harvests. Between 1741 and 1743 Sweden was once again in war with Russia. Southern Sweden was not affected by any direct acts of war.

But in 1741 the dysentery hit with devastating force. Hundreds of people died in “our” area. The cold winter was a significant factor. The heating was by modern concepts flawed and mortality was significantly higher in winter than summer. Especially devastating was the late winter and early spring strong temperature fluctuations that often broke the old and sick people. The winters were generally cold and long, until the 1800s. The second half of the 1700s also named the Little Ice Age. 20% of all children died during the first year of life.

In 1756 there was a widespread crop failure caused by extreme cold. New crop failures occurred in 1781 and 1783. They were caused by a combination of heat and cold. The Summers were exceptionally hot and dry, but in 1783 even the Winter was cold and the Spring came very late. In some parts of northern Sweden the snow remained well into June and it wasn't possible sowing before midsummer. The harvest had no time to mature before Autumn arrived. The winter feed had ended long before the new grass came up. As a last resort some farmers were forced to feed their cattle with roof straw.

The Swedish agriculture gradually became less and less sensitive to climate fluctuations and weather changes. Through land reclamations of forested areas, extensive clearing of stony soils and drainage of waterlogged land the cultivable area in the country increased. Technological advances further increased the production and the potato was also introduced. On a whole the production of cereals moved from deficit to surplus.

In the 1790’s the climate was very warm. But it changed. In 1799 and 1800 the Spring became many degrees cooler than normal. 1800’s and 1810’s were extremely cold. 1812 and 1814 were the worst years. The last time when the failure of crops arrived with devastating force was in 1867-1869. Our ancestor Lars Pehrsson and his family in Fröbbestorp however survived. But many Swedes weren’t that fortunate.

A short summary of our ancestors in Fröbbestorp

Per Andersson was, as was the custom, by his oldest son, Anders Persson. Per Andersson died in 1722. The son was only 14 years old. Probably the mother, Maria, who came to live with the son and his family, assisted in the day-to-day running of the farm. Anders Persson married Anna Olufsdotter and got ten children. Four of them died before the age of 5. The oldest sons (Per b.1738 and Lars b.1746) divided the farm, maybe, in the late 1760’s. Both sons had families and continued to stay and cultivate their farms in Fröbbestorp. On August 29, 1798, Lars Andersson died of diarrhea and was succeeded by his oldest son, Petter Larsson. He married Gertrud Persdotter and they got seven children. Five became adults. On December 4, 1821, Petter Larsson died of pneumonia. His widow remarried Sven Larsson.

When Petter’s and Gertrud’s oldest son, Lars, was old enough to take over the farm the mother and the stepfather moved from Fröbbestorp. It happened in the early 1830’s. Lars and Christina had eight children. But in 1856 Christina died. In 1858 Lars married Maria and they received four children. The family was devoted Lutherans. They frequently took part in the holy communion. Lars Pehrsson was suceeded by one of his son’s (not the oldest however) Magnus Larsson in the 1860’s or 1870’s. Magnus Larsson was succeeded by his son, Karl Oskar Magnusson, who ran the farm until 1931 when he sold it and moved to another village and farm. Then between 1931 and 1968 there were other owners. In 1968 the couple Bertil and Anna Lisa Johansson, actually descendants of Lars Pehrsson’s aunt Maria Larsdotter, bought the farm. They gave the farms to their four children; Jan-Erik, Lena, Lillemo and Bengt. Today Jan-Erik’s son Jens owns and lives on the farm. In other words it’s in the family. Hopefully you can put in your ancestors in their historical context.

Dear Leigh Larson!

The Olaus Larson family tree goes back to 1535, and a man Holme Bildt. There are one very interesting thing with him and his name. Because in the same time there is a Danish noble family who carries the same name. I haven't got any evidence that he belonged to that family. But according to a theory, he belonged to that family, who owned farms both in Sweden and Denmark. I've checked the Bildt family in a few books and the family's known history goes back to the time of the Vikings. But if we belongs to them is still a big riddle, which I somewhere in the future might get an answer to. Hopefully. What can I say more about this family tree? Much of the information have I got from other researchers, especially Tomas Alriksson, who have done an enormous research about the people living in the same area as your ancestors. But I also have got information from your webpage. There is one important thing. You will see that almost everything is written in Swedish, except from the title. That could be problem of course, but I don't think it will be. I will gave you some keywords, so you will better understand it. The words are:

far = father; mor = mother; född = born; vigd = married; död = died; barn = children; bonde = peasant or farmer

If there are more Swedish keywords I've forgotten to translate just let me know and I will translate them to you. I hope you will enjoy the family tree, and that I soon will hear from you.

Best regards, Per

Following below are reprints of two letters written by Arthur Larson:

Enclosed herewith is a letter from Cousin Oscar and Olga in Chicago. I wrote Oscar asking him for information on mother’s side of the family so here it is. Some facts about mother’s family I was not familiar with.

Mother lived to the age of 58 years, However, the last few years of her life she suffered (patiently) Rheumatism which compelled her to be confined to bed much of the time. Always cheerful enduring pain with patience. A living SAINT.

I, Arthur D. Larson, am feeling good. Last evening the Waupaca Red Cross Chapter held their annual meeting and I resigned as Chapter Chairman. I had selected a very capable man to be my successor and he was voted in unanimously by the Chapter. I had held the office 4 years, and am still a board member and Disaster Chairman.

Almo and Emma drove to Dodgeville yesterday. Her sister Maude has been at Almo's a few days but the care was too much for Emma so now one of the sons at Dodgeville is going to try his mercy luck. For her sake I hope it will last.

Say Bob, when you have completed your GENEALOGY you may jot me down as a customer. It will be fun to read about the people we descended from.

All for now, be good to yourselves and sleep tight every night. My typewriter runs ahead of my finger touch.

Lots of love to the whole family; even the pooch.

Your brother,

A. D.  

This is the Genealogy of the family on father’s sides.

Grandfather's family:

Grandfather, Lars Person     Died in Sweden      1886.

Grandmother, Christina Olsdotter    Died in Sweden      1856 (Lars Person’s first wife).

First family: 7 boys, viz. Aaron died as an infant, Peter (Froberg); Anders; Magnus ; Gustav; Olaus; Erick. Second wife’s name Maria, no date of her death. The following are the children with this marriage: Sven; Ingrid; Christina. Peter, Anders, Magnus, Ingrid and Christina died in Sweden; Erick in Oakland Cal.; Sven in Miles City, Montana. Olaus and Gustav in Waupaca Wis.

Peter (Froberg) family; 3 girls (names not available) and 2 boys (Joseph and Gustav); all lived in Karlskrona, Sweden.

Anders: wife’s name: Anna Karen; Children: Helena, age 96, lives in Stockholm Sweden. Christina, age 92, lives in Neshkoro, Wis. Amanda, age 82 and Matilda, age 86, live in Sweden.

Magnus: wife’s name unknown; Children: Karl; Emma; August and Erick. Karl and Emma live in Sweden, Erick in Mpls. Minn. August, single, died in Boyceville, Wis. where he owned a farm.

Gustav: wife's name: Juliana; Children, Albert, deceased in Waupaca; Edith; Ed; Elmer; Henry; Clara - living; Ruben; Phillip. Ed died in Bismark N.D. Elmer and Henry died in Tacoma, Wash.

Sven "Freeberg" died in Miles City, Mont., wife's name not available. Children viz. Alma deceased in Seattle Wash. Oscar deceased same city. Albert lives in Missoula, Mont. Gladys in Seattle and three others believed to be deceased.

Ingred and Christine (half sisters of my father Olaus Larson); one of these sisters is the mother of the Hawkinsons who came to Minneapolis from Sweden. If I recall correctly Freeda visited at the Hawkinsons in Minneapolis. Two years ago I called on Carl in a Rest Home in Oakland, California. He died shortly after from Cancer. Elof died in Mpls. Alfred still lives there. Others: unknown.

Erick Larson: Wife and 2 children names unknown. Lived in Oakland, California.

Olaus Larson: born April 23, 1851, Kalmar Lan, Smoland, Sweden. Deceased Nov 11, 1920. Wife: Catherina Olivia Wilhelmina, born Jan. 25, 1848, in Östergotland, Sweden; died Aug. 6, 1906. Married in Marquette Mich., 1874. Following are the children: Emily born Dec. 21 1875, in Sacramento, Cal.; Emil born Aug. 15, 1878 (same place as Emily). Emily (Mrs. Johnson) died Aug 5, 1905 in Town of Farmington. Emil died in same Township July, 1892. Arthur born Jan. 21, 1881; Edith born Feb. 8, 1883. Almo born June 29, 1885; Walter born June 6,1888; Freeda born Sept 30, 1891. Walter passed away in Washington, D.C. July 5th, 1961.

Father came to this country in 1872 and landed in Marquette, Michigan where he found employment with a Railroad Co. I do not know the exact year mother came to this country. However, it evidently was about the same year father arrived, although they never met until after arriving in Marquette, Mich. In 1875 there was a money shortage in Michigan. Father said the laborers were paid off with a purchase order on the Company's store. This system he did not like, so he corresponded with his brother Erick who was working in California and said the times were good out there. In 1875 Father left mother in Marquette and went to California to find a home for his wife and expected child. He hired out to a company of woodsmen operating in the foothills out some distance from Sacramento. Here they were when Emily was born. I recall mother telling about the many, many hours of labor pains she had to endure until father scouted around until he found a woman who was a mother with some experience in childbirth. She came to mother’s assistance and in a short time the baby was born and all were happy.

I can't recall that my parents ever told how long it took each one of them to travel from Michigan to California. However, coming from there to Waupaca with 2 lively youngsters and mother 7 months pregnant was not all pleasure; still they made it and shortly after arrival they bought an 80 acre farm with 15 acres under cultivation, a small frame house 12x14x20 and a shack 12x12 (not occupied) where my parents had to occupy because the people who had purchased this farm from Mrs. Hunt had the privilege to live in the larger house until April 1st. So yours, Arthur D., was born in that 12x12 Mansion. Father used this building for a granary a few years.

From then on Freeda is familiar with the family record. Our parents are entitled to a lot of praise for raising a family of seven children on a small rocky farm, and erecting a full line of commodious farm buildings. The fruit of good planning and hard labor. Their desire was for the children to receive a good education, which they acquired at our different institutions of learning.

FREEDA LARSON’S AUTOBIOGRAPHY

PART I – THE LARSON SAGA

(Written in 1973)

(Edited in 2002 by her son, Gordon Lewis)

There is a legend that goes back many years, to the early 19th century.  The story began in Sweden, with my great-grandmother.  In those days, it was not uncommon for a farmer’s daughter to be a milk-maid at one the nearby castles of royalty.  So, Gustava was hired as a milk-maid by the resident of a castle near her home.  She was a beautiful, flaxen-haired young lady, and was greatly admired by a young son of the royal family.

This admiration soon developed into affection, and they began having clandestine meetings.  Now, no person of royal blood should ever marry a farmer’s daughter. However, these two young folks, like many today, decided they wanted to get married anyway, so they went to a clergy in a neighboring village and were secretly wed.

When this marriage was announced to the royal family, the son was banished to America, and Gustava, now pregnant, returned to her family to await the birth of her little babe.  Lars sailed for America, promising to send for her as soon as he was established.  It was never learned whether he reached the promised land.  No trace was ever found, and Gustava and her baby remained in Sweden.

A little girl was born, and she was named for mother, Gustava Wilhelmina.  As was customary in those days, the female child’s last name took the first name of her father and added “dotter,” so she was christened Gustava Wilhelmina Larsdotter.

Years passed, and the next we learn is that Gustava married a Lars Fredrick Nilsson, and this union was blessed with six children – four daughters and two sons. My mother – Catherine Olivia Wilhelmina, the eldest, was born January 25, 1848. Then followed Mathilda, September 17, 1851;  Andrew Frederick, November 30, 1853; Carl, August 16, 1856; and the twins Sophia and Amanda, April 1, 1862. Actually, Sophia was born just before midnight on March 31st, and Amanda after midnight on April 1st.

The Nilsson family grew up in Sweden but, as the years went by, they one by one emigrated to the New World.  The girls then changed their last names to Larson, but it was a different story for the boys.  It was permissible for a young man to change his name as he came of age.  Since the family had lived on the Dahla estate [see Olivia Larson’s Biography], Andrew took on the name of Andrew Dahlquist, and Carl (or Charles, as he later preferred) became Charles Dahlberg.

My mother Olivia, as she preferred being called, came to the U. S. A. in 1873 as a governess for two young boys in a family that settled in Marquette, Michigan.  It was there that she met my father, Olaus Larson, who had come from Sweden in 1872.  On May 13, 1874, they were married in Marquette.

In 1875, there was a money shortage in Michigan. Father said the laborers were paid off with purchase orders good at the company store.  Not happy with that arrangement, he corresponded with his brother Erik, who was working in California and said that times were good out there.  So, Father left Mother, who was expecting a child, and went to California.  He hired out to a company of loggers operating on a ranch in the foothills some distance north of Sacramento.  Mother then followed him to California.  It took thirteen days to make the trip.  There were no dining nor sleeping cars, so hammocks were hung for sleeping, and stops were made at stations along the way to purchase food.  Because of fear of Indians and robbers attacking the train, Olivia had a money belt around her waist under her clothes in which she had $500 in gold.

Olaus – hereafter referred to as Dad - was the foreman of the ranch, and Mother was in charge of the ranch household.  The owners lived in the town of Marysville which, at that time, was a very small place.  Language proved a major hardship, since most of the men and women they had to deal with spoke only Spanish, and neither Dad nor Mother could speak English very well. 

Emily Sophia was born December 22, 1875 – with a mid-wife in attendance - and two years later Carl Emil blessed their lives.  Soon after Emil’s arrival, Mother was taken ill.  The doctor said she would have to go to a higher climate, so she went up in the mountains for a while, but it became apparent that life in California was unsatisfactory in many ways.

In the meantime, Dad’s brother Gustav had come to America, and had settled in Waupaca, Wisconsin, and Mother now had a brother who had settled in St. Paul, Minnesota. Since Mother and Dad had been advised to seek a colder climate, they decided to leave California and visit these two relatives before settling on a place to live. In 1880, with their two children, they started the long trip east, the first stop being Waupaca. 

Their plans were to spend a short time in Waupaca, then go on to St. Paul, where there was a large Swedish settlement. But they never made it to St. Paul. They ended up purchasing an eighty-acre farm three miles west of Waupaca. The farm had only fifteen acres under cultivation, a small frame two-story house about 14 feet by 20 feet, and a 12-foot by 12-foot shack. Mother and Dad occupied this shack through the winter of 1880-1881, because the purchase agreement permitted the current residents to occupy the house until April 1st. The next child, Arthur David, was born in this shack in January 1881. 

The Larson family continued to grow in numbers as the years went by. Edith Christina was born February 8, 1883; Almo Joshua, June 28, 1885; Walter Emmanuel, June 6, 1888; and Freeda Wilhelmina, September 30, 1891. We were a very close, Christian family.  Each of us, as we grew up, was assigned certain duties to helping the farming and household activities. Farming was very difficult, as more and more of the land had to be cleared of trees and stones before it could be tilled for crops. Potatoes were the cash crop, but corn, wheat, and oats had to be planted to feed the livestock through the long winter seasons. Wheat was also taken to the mill and ground into flour for home use.

The farm buildings were not adequate for the growing family, so in 1890 a major addition to the house was built.  Dad’s brother Gus Lewis (he had changed his name from Larson to Lewis because there were too many Larsons around) was a carpenter, so he assisted in the planning and building.  The addition provided large living and dining rooms, a large kitchen, and a bedroom downstairs; a large dormitory bedroom upstairs; and a cellar under all for storage of fruits, vegetables, and the potato crop.  The original part of the house provided a parlor-bedroom downstairs, and two bedrooms on the second floor.  This gave more privacy as to bedrooms, but they were still mighty cold in winter, as there was no central heat.

I was born in the “new” bedroom.  A good neighbor, Mrs. Johnson, came in to help with my arrival, as Emily was only 16, and Edith 8. When Dr. Sanders arrived, he expressed concern to Mother and Dad that I might not live, since I went through a series of convulsions. But I fooled them all, and here I am – 82 years old – to tell the tale.

All was not easy going for the Larson family. In the Fall of 1892, Mother was stricken with rheumatic fever, and was bed-ridden for several months. Dad had a niece, Christina Larson, in New York, who was a practical nurse. She came and cared for Mother until she was able to be up and about. However, this illness left Mother with a heart condition from which she never fully recovered.

Other troubles beset the home. Emil was stricken ill early in the summer of 1893. The first death in the family came in July when Emil – age 15 – was laid to rest in a little cemetery adjoining Salem Lutheran Church. The loss of this son, who had been the delight of the family, was devastating. He had aspirations of going into the ministry, as he was deeply religious and felt that was his calling.

Time marched on, and now Emily had a suitor. She was a beautiful, auburn-haired, brown-eyed girl, with a complexion like peaches and cream. She was greatly admired in the community, not only for her beauty, but also for her talent in voice and organ music. (We had a foot-pedal-pumped organ in the house on which Mother played, and she taught her girls to play, including me.). On October 24, 1894, Emily was married to G. Alfred Johnson – hereafter referred to as Fred – in a very lovely service in the Salem Lutheran church. The Reverend Dr. Lindholm performed the ceremony, with a reception following in the family home.

Each of the children started schooling in the little Farmington one-room schoolhouse. As Arthur and then Almo became ready for high school, they had to go into Waupaca each day. During the summer months, we were all busy with our chores. Edith and I had our assignments helping Mother; the boys were busy in the fields with Dad. In fact, in April, 1899, Dad added to the farm with a homestead claim on a nearby forty acres that were still “public land.”

Toward the end of the decade, Edith took a course in dressmaking with a Mrs. Hanson in Waupaca, and stayed with her while learning. Walter and I were now the only ones attending the Farmington school.

While Edith was in town, she met a young man who had just returned from the Spanish-American War – Clarence C. Nelson, from Rockford, Illinois. Clarence was working on the farm of Mr. and Mrs. John Erickson. He became very attentive, and they soon avowed to get married, although Edith was only 16 years old. Mother and Dad were very opposed to an early marriage, but a proposition by Clarence’s uncle, Reverend Rosander, our minister, provided a resolution. He had a farm in Prentice, Wisconsin – about 75 miles from Waupaca – needed a couple to run the farm, and offered this opportunity to Clarence and Edith. On Easter Sunday, April 15, 1900, they were married in Salem Lutheran Church, with a reception at the house. I can well remember the day – great excitement - but some of the family still felt disturbed about the marriage. Fred chose not to attend the wedding, but Emily did.

Arthur was now ready for more advanced education, and wanted to take a course in agriculture. The University of Wisconsin offered a short, two-year course; in 1902, Arthur went to Madison for his first year. It was also that same year that Mother and Dad felt they could afford to move the original section of the house to another part of the place, and to have a new ell built on the dining room part. 

Again, Dad’s brother Gus was called on to help design and build the new addition – a parlor, living room, and bedroom downstairs; and three bedrooms upstairs – all with central heating. What a joy that was in the long, cold, winter days! I now had my own room, and Mother had braided the prettiest green and white rug for the floor, and dainty white ruffled curtains for the window. And how happy Mother was to have a pretty, larger bedroom, with double doors into the living room, and also a door to the dining room. The old bedroom off the dining room was made into a large pantry and storeroom. Over the winter, Mother had woven large rag rugs for both the living room and bedroom, and commercial carpet was laid on the parlor floor.

For several years, times had been quite good so, from the sale of potatoes and dairy products, the family finances had prospered. Not only was the new section of the house built, but also a large barn. In those days, one did mortgage one’s house, but only built as one could pay for the labor and materials.

When Edith and Clarence were married, Clarence’s sister Norma came from Rockford to be one of Edith’s bridesmaids. We all fell in love with Norma, and Arthur was really smitten. Norma was a school teacher in Rockford, and Arthur would go to Rockford from Madison whenever he could. At first, Norma did not encourage him, as she didn’t want to be a farmer’s wife. But Arthur persisted, and on April 6, 1904, they were married in Rockford. (By this time, Clarence and Edith had moved to Rockford.). Arthur finished his two-year course at Madison, and was now ready to “go to farming.”. He rented a small farm about 1 1/2 miles from the home place, and it was there that he and Norma settled for a time.

In the meantime, Almo was completing his high school work, and graduated in June 1904, and Walter and I were now attending school in Waupaca. During the first half of the year, Mother had not been feeling well, such that she was not able to go to Rockford for the wedding. She did go to Walter’s graduation, but soon thereafter, she had a severe heart attack. Walter also was not well so, in January 1905, he had to be taken out of school with pleurisy and threatened tuberculosis. That same month, Mother – who was feeling much better – was summoned to Rockford, where Edith and Clarence were now living. Edith was expecting her third child, and Clarence was leaving for South Dakota to claim a homestead on the Rosebud Indian Reservation. When the baby was only a few weeks old, Mother came home, bringing Edith and three little children with her – Myrtle, Hazel, and Paul. It seemed the bottom fell out for a while.

Almo had entered the University of Wisconsin, and I was now the only one going to the Waupaca school. At times, when the snow was deep and the temperature below zero, I would drive with horse and cutter, or Dad would take me in. Somehow I made it till Spring when I could ride my bicycle. Mother stayed busy nursing Walter back to health, as well as tending to Edith and her family.

It never rains but what it pours. It seemed that troubles never ceased. Emily was pregnant with her second child, and doctors had cautioned that she could have serious complications with a kidney infection. On Sunday, August 6, 1905, Emily and the unborn baby passed away. Nothing the doctor and nurse could do to control eclampsia. This was a terrible blow to Mother, whose health was very precarious at the time. She made the remark, “I will be gone within the year; it is just too much to bear.” Mother and Dad brought Emily’s little five-year old daughter, Cora, to live with us for a while.

In September, Clarence sent for Edith and the children, saying he had a home for them. This home turned out to be a sod-house, but it was warm and did afford shelter for the family during that winter, and until a one-room house could be built.

All this was too much for Mother. She became bed-ridden a great deal of the time for the next several months. But the family carried on as best it could. Walter returned to high school, and I was finishing the elementary grades. Early Spring and Summer looked more promising, and we had great hopes that Mother would benefit from complete rest. The household was running smoothly, we had excellent help, and every one was well and happy. I should mention again that the family was very closely tied to the church, and was strong in its faith. In the Spring of 1906, I was confirmed at the Salem Lutheran Church, taking my vows in the Swedish language – which had continued to be used often around the house.

But then disaster struck. Two of Mother’s nieces from Chicago came for a visit to the farm in the summer of 1906. On a Saturday afternoon, Mother said she would take a walk in the garden. The raspberries and blackberries were hanging ripe on the bushes, and all of the vegetables looked so good to her. But this proved to be her last walk. The night of August 3rd, she had a massive stroke, and passed to her final reward on Tuesday, August 6th. This was a terrible blow to the Larson family. It seemed that the whole world had dropped away – and where would we go from there? But the Master of us all walked into our lives, and we all knew and felt that Mother was at rest – and that she had joined my sister Emily and brother Emil. She was laid to rest in the family plot on the grounds of the Salem Lutheran church.

A strange incident happened in connection with the funeral. A few years previously, Mother was given a baby Mastiff dog. Its mother had died when the puppy was only a few days old, so the owner – a neighbor – had two little motherless puppies. At the time, Walter and I were about 13 and 9 years old, respectively. Mother thought a little puppy would be a great playmate for us. Because the little fellow was so young, he had to be bottle fed and cared for very carefully – it was in the dead of winter, cold and snowy. We named him Sport. He was such a roly-poly, fluffy white with a few brown spots. In time he grew up to be a large, beautiful dog – but a “one-person dog.” Because Mother had fed him and cuddled him when he was a baby, he felt that he owed his life to her, and he became her constant companion. Of course, Cora was living with us at this time, and for a while, Sport was terribly jealous when Mother showed too much love and affection for Cora. However, as time went on, Sport realized that Cora was a permanent part of the household, so he accepted her and even looked out for her.

During the final summer that Mother lived, Sport felt more and more that he should protect Mother from anyone outside the family. He slept on the porch outside her bedroom every night, and was a real watch-dog for her. When Mother passed away, Sport knew something had happened – he would not eat and stayed outside her door day and night until the day of the funeral. He would let no one up on the porch outside her room.

As the funeral procession left the house for the cemetery at the Salem Lutheran Church, Sport walked beside the horse-drawn hearse all the way. When we entered the church, he remained on the steps outside until the service was over. Then he followed the casket to the grave-site. When all was over, Almo and Walter put Sport in the family carriage and took him home with us. About an hour later, someone asked, “Where is Sport?”. He was gone.  he boys drove back to the cemetery – about a mile and a half – and there was Sport lying beside Mother’s grave. He was brought home again, but to no avail – he would not stay. In the meantime, Cora had gone to live with her father and an aunt, about seven miles from our home.

Early one morning, about a week later, I received a phone call from my brother-in-law Fred, Cora’s father. He asked, “Freeda, do you know where Sport is?” “No.” “Well, I heard a whine on the porch early this morning, and there stood Sport, all wet and cold, and wanting to come in. Cora heard us and came running from her room, and what a reunion of a little five-year old girl and a dripping wet dog.”

The strange thing of it all was that Sport had never been to Cora’s home. He had to swim a river and cross many fields, but he found his new mistress, and that was what he wanted. Sport lived to be 22 years old, and he stayed close to Cora and remained faithful to her all those years.

September came, and it was time to start school again. Almo went back to the University of Wisconsin, and Walter was a senior at Waupaca High School. I should have started high school, but there was no help available, and no one to take over running the household. So it was up to me. I had my 15th birthday that year, and I had no choice but to stay out of school. It was a terrific undertaking for me – no one knows  what is involved in running a farm home unless she has had to do it herself. We had a large garden, with lots of fruits and vegetables, plus all the dairy implements and milk and cream to care for.

The silo fillers came for two days, and the neighbor men came to cut and haul the corn to the cutting machine. In all, there were 15 men to be fed noon-day dinner and afternoon coffee. Those dinners were no small matter, as the men worked hard and were hungry. Bread had to be baked, pies and cookies made, huge quantities of meat roasted, and lots of vegetables cooked. Fortunately, I did get lots of help from my sister-in-law Norma. And a boy who worked for George Madsen in the summer and in a bakery in Waupaca during the winter months came in and did all the bread and pastry cooking. Those two were a big help to me.

Then came potato-digging time. Dad went to town and got several men – “tramps,” we called them – to come out and help. They had to be fed and given a place to sleep. Fortunately, we had the large room over the dining room, with a back stairway leading up to it, that served as their dormitory. Luckily, we had no bad incidents with these complete strangers.

But we did have one unusual occurrence. One of the men Dad had hired was a very fine looking young man, well-bred and mannerly. It was quite unusual to get someone like that off the street. One rainy day, he stayed on the porch reading, so my curiosity got the best of me, and I asked Dou where he was from. He said, “Rockford, Illinois.” That whetted my curiosity even more, since I knew Norma was from Rockford and had taught in the schools there. I did not tell Dou that I knew anything about Rockford, but when I had the opportunity I called Norma and told her about him. I don’t recall his last name now, but Norma knew his family well, and he had been one of her students.

A few days later, we had a lot of rain, and the men wanted to go into town. Dad took them in, and all came back to the house early in the afternoon except Dou. Late that evening, he came sauntering in and, to our disgust, he had been drinking quite heavily. The next day it was still raining quite heavily, and when Dou came down for breakfast I noticed that something was radically wrong. As I was quite alarmed about him, I called the other men to come to the kitchen. He had developed delirium tremors, and needed help. One of the men knew just what to do – he gave Dou several cups of hot milk, got him quiet, and put him to bed.

Late that afternoon, Dou came downstairs, and said he wanted to leave. Then Dad took over, telling him that we knew who he was and that we had contacted his parents in Rockford. They wanted him to come home, and he was willing to go. Dad and one of the other helpers took him to Waupaca, and saw that he boarded a train for Rockford and home. I have often wondered whatever became of him.

Leigh Larson note: Dou is Douwe de Haan (1885 - 1962). Last residence was California. Born September 25, 1885, in Berlikum, Friesland, Netherlands; Died December 7, 1979, in Los Angeles Co., CA (age 94). Buried in Mountain View Cemetery and Mausoleum, Altadena, Los Angeles Co., CA. Married June 22, 1920, in Los Angeles Co., CA, to Alberdina Buma: Born December 1, 1889, in Amsterdam, Netherlands; Died February 4, 1979, in Los Angeles Co., CA (age 90). Buried in Mountain View Cemetery and Mausoleum, Altadena, Los Angeles Co., CA.

Winter, 1906 – the fall crops are all in, apples picked and packed in barrels, vegetables and fruit canned – and now for the long, winter days. There were only Dad, Walter, a cousin August Larson, and I at home that winter. But I stayed busy – after doing all the household and cooking chores, I did a lot of reading. And I looked forward to the day when I could go back to school – but when? At that point in time, it looked hopeless.

Walter – age 19 - graduated from high school in June 1907, but then had a recurrence of the lung involvement that he had in his first year of high school. The doctor advised going west, so he and Almo – age 22 – decided to go out to the state of Washington. That left me alone with Dad and August Larson. That summer was a very difficult one for me, but what could I do? And so another year went by. As the end of the summer of 1908 approached, there appeared little hope of returning to school.

The 1905 U. S. Census taken on June 1, 1905, shows Hans Soderlund (age 42) born in Wisconsin to Sweden-born parents, is an unmarried Farmer, and who owns his farm free of a mortgage, and is living in the Town of Farmington, Waupaca Co., WI. Living with him are: an unmarried Servant, Mary Olson (age 42) born in Sweden to Sweden-born parents, a Housekeeper; and an unmarried Servant, Albert Olson (age 20) born in Wisconsin to Sweden and Wisconsin-born parents, a Farm Laborer.

Leigh Larson note: Mary Olson was born April 1, 1861, in Sweden, and died September 4, 1950, in Wisconsin, at age 89. Buried in Salem Cemetery, Farmington Twp., Waupaca Co., WI. Never married.

But strange things can happen to open the door, if one is patient and has faith. In July, Dad had gone with Fred to see about some farm land near Boyceville, Wisconsin; and August and I were left to take care of the farm. Dad didn’t want me to stay alone in the house with August, so he asked Mary Olson, a near neighbor and spinster, to come and stay nights with me. Have you ever lived in the country during a terrible electric storm? Well, we had one the first night Mary was with me. At about nine o’clock, there was a loud rap on the front door and Oliver Anderson called to me, “Is Mary there?” Lightning had struck her home, and it burned completely to the ground. Mary was left homeless, and had lost everything she had.

This tragic circumstance provided an opportunity I had hoped for. Mary was offered a home with us, and that made it possible for me to go back to school. So to Waupaca High School I went in the Fall of 1908. I secured permission from the Board of Education to go through in three years. Thus I would graduate only one year behind the class that I had been with since the fifth grade.

In the Spring of 1910, everything was going well for me until one day, when Dad came to me and said he wanted me to take a trip immediately to South Dakota. My sister Edith was pregnant again, and he was worried that there was no one to help her. So, at 18 years of age, I went there by train by myself. When I got to the station nearest her home, there was no one there to meet me, so I took a room at the hotel next to the station. As I was eating breakfast the next morning, trying to figure out how to get to Edith’s house, a gentleman engaged me in conversation and told me that he was a traveling salesman and that he was going by the place where Edith lived. He offered me a ride in the horse-drawn wagon that he used for traveling from town to town. And that is how I ended up at Edith’s, where I stayed a short time to help after the birth of her fifth child on March 8th.

The 1910 U. S. Census taken on April 25, 1910, shows Olaus Larson (age 58) born in Sweden to Sweden-born parents, and having immigrated in 1872, and a Naturalized Citizen, is a widowed Farmer, and who owns his farm free of a mortgage, and is living in the Town of Farmington, Waupaca Co., WI. Living with him are: his unmarried daughter, Freeda W. Larson (age 18) born in Wisconsin to Sweden-born parents; and an unmarried renter, Marie Olsen (age 48) born in Sweden to Sweden-born parents, and having immigrated in 1882.

June 1911 meant a great deal to me – not only that I finished high school, but also that three very trying years were past. It was not easy to travel three miles to school and back every day – rain or shine or snow. Spring and Fall, weather permitting, I rode my bicycle. Sometimes, I drove with horse and buggy, but often in Winter, it was with horse and cutter, or Dad would take me with a team of horses and big sleigh if the roads were drifted with deep snow. But when I look back on those three years, they were very meaningful to me. They were stepping stones for a very eventful life later on.

Also, in 1911, Dad – at age 60 – became very restless. The work on the farm was becoming too much for him, and help was hard to get. I, too, was getting restless – I could see no future for me, staying there on the farm. So Dad decided to sell the “home place,” as it was often called. But, of course, he had a deep feeling for the home and farm, because of the many years he and the family had labored there to build it up to a lovely place. What should he do? There was no son at home to take over. Arthur was then the owner of two farms. Edith was in South Dakota with her large family of nine children, and Dad did not want Edith and Clarence to come here. Almo and Walter were settled in Spokane, Washington, and I definitely could not and would not take over. After much consultation with Arthur and me, Dad decided to offer the home to one of the boys. Walter announced that he was entering the University of Pittsburgh that September, so it was either Arthur or Almo. After much consideration and dickering, Almo decided that he and his wife Emma – whom he had married in Spokane – would come in the Spring of 1912. They purchased the farm complete, and Dad was to have his home there as long as he lived.

I was supposed to enter the University of Wisconsin in the Fall of 1912, but it didn’t quite work out that way. So many things happened over the summer. Dad went to South Dakota to visit Edith, and then on to Miles City, Montana to visit his half-brother – Sven Larson Freeburg – whom he had not seen in years. I accompanied Dad as far as St. Paul, and spent several weeks in St. Paul and Minneapolis, visiting relatives there. When I came home in July, I was stricken with a severe case of mumps and, at the same time, Emma was in bed following the still-birth of their first child. We had two nurses in the house at the same time – one downstairs and one upstairs. 

It was then that I made up my mind not to go to Madison to the University of Wisconsin, but would put in my application for entrance to the Illinois Training School for Nurses in Chicago. I was accepted for entrance September 3rd. In the meantime, I had to tell Dad of my change in plans, so I wrote to him in Montana and explained what I planned to do. A telegram came back, post-haste, saying, “Don’t leave until I come home.” Well, you can guess the outcome when he came home. On September 3rd, I got on the train for Chicago, and said goodbye to the home place and all that it had meant to me for so long a time. There were deep misgivings on the part of the whole family to see me enter training at Cook County Hospital. Then, there were many things lacking for a young lady to train in a public hospital.

Upon arrival in Chicago, I hired a horse-drawn cab to take me to the Nurses’ Home on Hanover Street. I was met at the door by one of the nurses, and ushered into a lovely “sitting room” to await further instructions. A Miss Van Alstine was sitting at the piano playing Dvorak’s “Humoresque.” When she finished, she came over and introduced herself to me and welcomed me. Then Mrs. Zangmaster came and ushered me into the office where I received my first instructions and assignments. There was a class of 50 probationers entering at this time. We were assigned rooms - sometimes three to a room. A Miss Bertha James from Utah and a girl from Kentucky - whose name I can’t remember – shared a room with me to begin with. (I want to say here that Bertha was my roommate for 2 1/2 years at County Hospital and then for 2 years in France.)

On September 5th, we were all indoctrinated, and assigned to classes for the first three weeks – before we could go into the hospital. Our instructions consisted of learning how to make beds, care for patients in bed, how to set up trays, etc. We also had to purchase several books for regular class work that continued all during the three years’ training. We were then taken in small groups on tours of many sections of the hospital, to familiarize us with what lay in store once we were given hospital duty. Our probation period was for three months. Then we were examined to determine if we could go on, or be dismissed as not suitable to go on. None of the 50 who entered that September were sent home.

I was assigned to help in Children’s Hospital, which pleased me very much. The regular nurses were all especially nice to us “rookies.” However, my stay there was short-lived – after only two days, I was stricken with diphtheria and taken to an isolation ward. (Several other nurses were in there with the same, as there was a mild epidemic at that time.) I must have had a severe case, because I was given several doses of anti-toxin. Only after six weeks was I told I could leave the isolation ward and return to the nurses’ home – Margaret Lawrence – to continue recuperation. After another 10 days, I was permitted to go home for a week. Dad and the family urged me to stay home, and later go to the University of Wisconsin, but I said no. I wanted to go back to I.T.S., so back I went.

Feeling fine, I went back on duty at the hospital, but only for a short time as again illness struck. This time, it was a virulent ear infection, resulting in a mastoid operation on Christmas Eve, 1912.

This is the end of the hand-written autobiography that Freeda Larson wrote in 1973. She never got around to finishing the story of her days at the Illinois Training School for Nurses. Suffice to say, she completed her training. The story of how her future husband – Robert Ash Lewis – traveled to Chicago in 1913 and met her while she was in training is covered in detail in his autobiography.

Some information included in the above was not present in her write-up. The additions have come from two main sources – verbal stories related by Freeda in later years, and excerpts from letters written to her by her brother Arthur.

The next chapter in Freeda Larson’s life – her service as an Army nurse in World War I – has been prepared from the notes she made for a talk she gave to the Rossmoor Woman’s Club at Leisure World, Silver Spring, Maryland, in 1975. 

Larson Family History Research

Prepared by Julia L. Renken

This information was garnered from records found at the Swedish Emigrant's Haus in Vaxjo, Sweden during a visit there in August, 1995.

Eva Helena Molsson was the mother of Gustava Ekman who was the mother of Catarina Olivia Wilhelmina Larsdotter.

Gustava Ekman (maiden name) was born in Asby Parish in the Linköping district of Östergotland on 11 March 1825. Asby Parish is along route 131, 20 kilometers southeast of Tranas.

Lars Fredrick Nilsson, the husband of Gustava Ekman and father of Catarina, was born in Grebo Parish in the Linköping district of Östergotland on 29 April 1820 and died on 24 June 1870 in Värna Parish. Grebo and Värna Parishes are along route 35, about 20 kilometers southeast of Linköping.

Lars and Gustava were married on 24 March 1844, at a place as yet unknown. They moved about 5 kilometers from Grebo Parish to Värna Parish in 1844.

Nils Johan Alfred Larsson, eldest son of Lars and Gustava, was born 21 February 1845 and died 14 January 1849.

Lars, Gustava, Nils, and Catarina were listed in the Värna Parish records as living on the Nergarden farm in the Kongsvik area of the Parish, which is southeast of the Parish church. Household census records indicate their presence in 1845, 1846, 1847, 1848, and 1849. (Attachment 1 and 2 are copies of page 117 of the Värna Parish household records for 1845-1849.)

In 1866 the family moved from Värna Parish to Grebo Parish and lived in the Tollstorp/Skalstorp area of the Parish. The family listing on page 227 of the household records of Grebo Parish shows that Lars was a farmer of less than 15 acres. All of the family were listed on the records (copy not made of the page). Children’s full name and birth date were listed as follows (all born in Värna Parish):

    Catarina Olivia Wilhelmina - 25 January 1848

    Fredrika Mathilda Gustava - 17 September 1851

    Anders Fredrik Leonhard - 30 November 1853

    Carl Johan Alfred - 16 August 1856

    Sofia Louisa - 31 March 1862

    Amanda Albertina - 31 March 1862

The Grebo Parish records show the death of Lars Nilsson on 24 June 1870. A line was drawn through his name.

The Grebo Parish records show that Catarina left Grebo Parish in 1868 when she was 20 years old. Date of departure was not noted. A line was drawn through her name as well.

Catarina moved to the Kongsvikstorp area of Värna Parish in 1868, apparently by herself. I did not write down in which household/farm she was listed.

In 1872 Catarina moved from Kongsvikstorp to the Bersbo Grufna area, all within Värna Parish (page 154 of Värna records).

On May 5, 1873 Catarina left Värna Parish for North America. Her name was deleted from the Parish records (page 178 of the records shows her name crossed out; she was the 75th person to depart Värna Parish in 1873). The designation pig. before her name on the records means that she was an unmarried maiden (piga).

The Swedish emigration records list Gustava Ekman Larsdotter as emigrating to North America in 1883 from the Torpa Parish. Torpa is just north of Asby Parish (where she was born). The records also list her status as "widow of a farmer."  

Bersbo Grufna

This copper mine was in its peak years in the 1850s. During the years 1852-1860 seventeen houses were built to house the workers and their families. Each house contained six rooms; four on the first floor and two on the second floor. Each room had an open hearth in one corner and was to house one family. Each room measured approximately 20' by 20'. Behind each house was a long shed with six doors, providing a place for each family to stack its firewood and supplies. The mine's production began to decrease in the 1870s. In 1871 alone there were 200+ people who left the village and emigrated to North America, primarily to Michigan, to work in the mines.

Of the 17 houses built, 10 are still standing and some are in the process of being renovated. The company which owns the mine began to sell the houses in 1993. We spoke to a gentleman who has purchased and renovated one of the houses. He told us most of the above information and allowed us to go inside his house. Apparently there are no records available which list the occupants of each house. I hope my further research next spring will reveal at least which household Catarina lived in and possibly suggest why she was living in the village. (Remembering that the occupants of the village were not wealthy people, perhaps she was hired to be a surrogate mother to the children of a miner whose wife had died.)

AUTOBIOGRAPHY of Catarina Olivia Wilhelmina Larsdotter

Translated by the Swedish Bible Institute, Minneapolis, Hennepin Co., MN, found the Swedish Family Bible now in the possession of Nancy (Lewis) De Jong.

I have many times thought of writing a biography but as I am not an important person what use would it be, but still the thought has not left my mind.

I was born in 1848 in Värna Parish in the province of Östergotland, grew up like other children and was used to going to church, learned to read morning and evening prayers, and had great ability to learn everything that was required at that time. I had a good memory and great interest in reading. When I turned eight I knew the catechism by heart. I read my bible lesson to my father every evening until I knew the catechism. I did not go to school until I was nine years old. Farmers did not get much schooling in those days. I went to school five semesters, only one or two days a week. Even the pastor felt that as long as you know how to read, school was not so necessary for you. But what I have missed of education in my life I have taught myself. At the age of 15 I was Confirmed but I was not ready for God's word. I was spiritually dead. But then Count Stackelberg took over Dahla Estate and he hired a bookkeeper, set aside a room for prayer in the main building, and there accountant Johnson gave a sermon every Sunday afternoon. Then the words got meaning. I regretted my sins and I began to seek Salvation. And I remember it as if it were yesterday when our Heavenly Father first let me be aware of a longing for Salvation. I began to pray and work to get peace and I wandered in distress and darkness for a long time until one day Our Father talked to me through a hymn. Only the one who has experienced it himself knows the kind of peace that filled my soul. Now I could no longer be sad. Music filled our hearts. There was in those days the Holy Spirits Pentecostal wind going through the land. But there have been other days when I could not live on feelings when I had to cross many dark valleys. But God has not abandoned me, but He has only hidden His face from me. I know that I did not always listen to God, and I also know that if I had not gone my own way, I would have avoided many difficulties in my life. In 1873 I went to America and then there was so much that caught my interest. Being a Christian became more of a habit than a daily part of my life. One year after arriving in America I married and the following year we went to California. We stayed there five years, but then poverty came. Oh, yes, God’s love is wonderful. Only He knows how to mend a harrowed soul.

The house where Olaus Larsson was born. Located in the village of Fröbbestorp, situated south of Torsås, Sweden (population about 7,000). The village consists of four farms. Please note the similar architecture to the house Olaus and his brother Gustav Larson Lewis built in Wisconsin.