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Ralph Anton Hansen [1] |
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Wadena, Wadena, Minnesota, -USA  [1] |
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- BIO: Dad first farmed in southern Minnesota where Carrie and Frances were born. They moved to north central Minnesota where I was born in 1902. They farmed a piece of land there in the summer and cut cord- wood in the winter. I remember the haying when ma would help load the hay as it was elevated up to the wagon by a mechanical loader, and the fields of buckwheat and the binding of it. We had a colt, and dad broke him by driving him in the team. The other horses would help keep him quiet. We had several acres of pumpkins one summer. One horse was cut in the wire so dad hooked up the other horse and hauled them in that way. They were good cow feed. He would chop them up in small pieces. There were wild blueberries in the woods. Sure were good. One summer there was a forest fire close and dad helped put it out. He sure got dirty. I went to school in a small log school house about a half mile from home. The desks were homemade, benches and desks 4 kids to a bench. I remember the mice running along the walls some times. There were some wild kids there. There was a settlement of Finns near there, who came and baled our hay. They all carried knives in their belts. The buckwheat was ground and sure made good sour- dough hotcakes. We would go visit Uncle Lawrence's about a mile away through the woods. Uncle Lawrence's place was about a mile or so north of dads. I only faintly remember them when Carrie, Frances and I walked to see them. In the winter dad would cut cordwood and haul it by sleigh to Sebeka, about 6 miles. It was cold there in the winter as low as 45 degrees below 0. The wolves were thick there and if dad didn't carry his gun they were bold. In the summer they could be seen sometimes. I tried to follow dad once when he went into the woods, and one wolf crossed the path ahead of me and I sure ran for home. We would play hide and seek around the barn and I got kicked by a horse once when I ran too close. Didn't break any bones. Dad had a few cows and kept them in the barn in the winter and the calves also, because the winters were extremely cold and a lot of snow. Sleighing was good there. I can still see the drainage ditch dad dug to drain a low place and the muskrats swimming in it. The thunderstorms in the summer. Lots of lightning. We moved to Columbus, Montana in May of 1910. Dad opened a creamery and made butter and ice cream. I used to take the local blacksmith a gallon of buttermilk often and watch him shoeing horses and welding pieces of iron for machine repairs. It was done by getting the irons red hot and hammering them together (it worked too). The Yellowstone River ran close to the creamery, until the high water of 1918 washed the bank over to the creamery. But dad had quit the creamery by then. He worked in a grain elevator for several years. In the meantime we had moved across town (west) to a better house. We only lived near the creamery 2 years. I was nearly through the second grade when we came to Columbus and I went on to finish high school in Columbus. In the winters the towns people would cut ice from the river (by hand with 8' saws) and haul it to a big icehouse and pack sawdust around it, for next summers refrigerators. They peddled it by horses and wagons. We had a large place to skate on the river. There was a large island and the river ran slower around the island and it made an ideal skating rink, about a mile long and 150 feet wide. It was along the railroad tracks and we would race the freight trains. It wasn't as cold in Montana as Minnesota, but cold enough to freeze ice 2 feet thick. Sometimes 20 degrees below occasionally 30 degrees below 0. We moved out of town 1 mile in 1913 and I can remember the war headlines in the paper. Also remember the sinking of the Titanic in 1912. We milked cows on the small acreage and raised corn and potatoes, sold milk in town. Frances bought 160 acres more added to our 12 A. Had some pasture and raised 12 more acres of corn on it. We raised potatoes also some large enough to sell to the R.R. diners (1 lb. each). Dryland potatoes are sweeter than irrigated potatoes. We had a milk route in Columbus and that is where I met Ethel Goldy. She was working her way through school. She worked for the Drs' Payne who were osteopaths. While we were still living in Columbus I had a good friend Lisle Magee. His uncle had a sheep ranch up in the mountains near Fishtail about 30 miles south. One time when the scouts (me included) were camped near there Lisle & I got to visit the sheep herders camp. I joined the scouts in 1913. That was when WWI was starting and our scoutmaster drilled us like soldiers. Dad was in the home guard also. When the Drs' in 1923 left to go to Kirksville, Missouri, Ethel went with them and went to high school there. So in the fall I left home and started a trip that ended in Kirksville also. Dr. Payne had a brother near Colfax, Washington. He had a wheat ranch. So they (Dr. Payne) wrote me that I could get a job there. So I started a trip to Washington state. I had to work 3 weeks near Columbus to get my train fare to Colfax, Washington. I worked near Colfax for a month. Four days on a combine pulled by 33 horses. It cut a 22 foot swath and the grain was sacked on the combine and the sacks were sent down a chute and when there were 6 sacks we tripped a lever and let them slide out on the ground. After we were through cutting I had the job of hauling the sacked grain to piles where we could load it on a wagon and haul it 4 miles downhill to Almoto landing on the Snake River. It was an awful steep hill and it took 4 horses to pull the wagon up the hill again. We hauled 45 sacks (90 bu.). I became acquainted with an exsoldier from Canada who worked at the same place. He had relatives in San Francisco. So after harvest we bought a Model T Ford bug in Colfax and started for California. We burned out a rod bearing at Zillah. So we picked apples there for 2 weeks. Also stacked hay 1 day and sorted potatoes a day. From there we went to Maryhill (Ferry then) to Biggs and down the river to Oregon City. We spent a miserable night there. Had to sleep in the seats. Next night we camped at Grants Pass. We cut up a R.R. tie for heat, had a kerosene lantern for headlights. It was real foggy. I stopped off at Woodland California where I got a job in a rice field, as bundle hauling with a team of mules & hayrack (wagon) for threshing. Worked there 4 days. Then got another job, after we had walked 7 miles back to Woodland, helping fill a silo with corn fodder, also stacking the 4th cutting of alfalfa. Then I went to San Francisco, got a job in a junk smelter, near the waterfront. I had a room on Mission Street. I sent home for a trunk full of clothes. I worked there 3 weeks, then got a job, near Oakland milking cows. Finally a few days before Christmas I took the train to Kirksville Missouri. I sat up the first night in the day coach. It was cold going over the pass into Utah. We crossed the Great Salt Lake by train (12 miles). The second night I got an upper berth ($1.88) & got a good nights sleep from 9 P.M. to 7 A.M. Changed trains at Moberly Missouri and I got a ticket for Kirksville and set down and went to sleep. Missed the first train to Kirksville. Arrived there about 2 days before Christmas. I rented an upstairs housekeeping room. It took me a month to find work. Was lucky I had $100 in a bank in California. Finally got a job in a chicken hatchery. They had seven incubators that held 7500 eggs. I worked the night shift. It sure could rain in Missouri. Thunder storms would light up the sky so you could read a paper. The season (hatching) was over the 1st of June. So I got a job in a cold storage place, packing dressed chickens. It was hot in Missouri 85 degrees day and night & no air conditioning. On June 1st Ethel and I were married at the Dr.'s house by a Baptist Preacher. Spanish rice was the main course of our wedding dinner. We had a small apartment till the 1st of August when we took the train to Columbus. Going across Nebraska it was 120 degrees at Alliance Nebraska. We stayed at my folks for a while then 2 weeks at Goldys. I got a job with Adolph Witt out on Shane Ridge (15 miles south of Columbus) thru harvest (wheat). Then got a job 6 miles west of Columbus with John Halmgren. A person could always find farm work then. I got $60 a month, a garden spot and free milk and a place for a few hens. He raised hay and grain and had 200 head of cattle. He had quite a lot (2 sections) of summer range six miles farther west. I bought a 1917 Model T for $25. We had a cellar, a walk in, because there was a draw back of the house. One night I heard a noise and went to the cellar and found a pack rat there. I spoiled 2 quarts of canned goods when I shot him. We raised all kinds of vegetables and canned a lot. In the winter he gave me a team and wagon & I hauled logs and split wood and sold it in Columbus. It was mostly pitch pine as a fire had been through where his pasture was. Clara was born in Columbus April 18, 1925. While we worked at Holmgrens, the Drs Payne had returned from Missouri and Clara was born at their house. I worked there 2 years then on a small farm up Pershing Creek where I milked a few cows and peddled milk in Columbus. Got tired of that so Ethel wrote Bob & Stan Goldy for a job. Before we left I worked in a grain elevator during harvest, also packed dressed turkeys. It was pretty cold by then 20 degrees below. Sometime about the 10th of December we took a train for Idaho and stopped of at Dad's place at Blanchard, Idaho. I helped cut cordwood while there. They shipped a flat car load to Spokane and took the T Model Truck loaded (about a cord) also. We all went in & they shopped at Burgans Department store (that store is still there on Division St). they had a cafe on the top floor (4 floors). After Christmas we took the train to Wenatchee and Bob Goldy met us and took us to Palisades. They had orchards there. That was the first time I had worked in an orchard and it took me 2 years to really know how to prune. Methods were primitive then. Horse power except the sprayer engine. The sprayer was pulled by a team. The brush rake was a plank with wooden teeth pulled by horses. The driver stood on a short plank on the back of the rake. You drove over the fire and flipped the rake and ran around the end. We ditched the orchard for irrigation. Worms were bad in those days, we sprayed every ten days and still had 10% worms. We had wooden ladders to pick with, and the boxes were stacked under the trees and we hauled them out of the orchard with a team and flat sled. We lived at Palisades ten years. In the spring when the snow melted up in the wheat country, we would have a flood in the coulee (Moses Coulee). Our road would get washed out for about 2 weeks. We had a school at Palisades and apple packing sheds, a depot, store, & post office also a grange hall. It was a nice community. We had grange meetings and potlucks and played cards and danced. A good sociable time. Alice & Beulah were born while we lived at Palisades. We had to go to Wenatchee by Model T. Sometimes the creek was up in the spring and would have to be forded running board high, as was the case when Alice was born. March 1, 1938 we moved to Wenatchee and I took care of 12 acres for an old maid, on Western Avenue. March 1, 1939 we moved up Mission Creek & I took care of 12 acres for Frank Hurt. It was 4 miles south of Cashmere. It was nice up there except for the rattle snakes. Killed 32 of them that summer. [RALPH.PCX] Ralph Hansen and his daughters Clara, Alice and Beulah March 1 1940 we moved to Pioneer Avenue 2 miles west of Cashmere, where we bought 9.5 acres from the land bank. We had apples and pears and cherries. We pulled out some of the apples and I worked for Fred Waters on Mission Creek for 1 summer and John Knox our neighbor for about 4 summers. We raised 3 acres of grapes for 10 years. Then took them out and planted goldens and reds and had a nice orchard. At one time, the 3 acres that had been grapes produced 4500 boxes (loose) of apples. That would have been about 1000 packs per acre. In 1968 I leased it to Everett Watson and in 1970 sold it to Robert Schell (the orchard). We had built a new house in 1953, after Lottie Schell & I were married. We kept the house and 1 acre until 1976 when we sold it and moved to Cashmere after Georgette Michael & I were married. This was written by Ralph Hansen for Carol Whitman his granddaughter.
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- BIO: Dad first farmed in southern Minnesota where Carrie and Frances were born. They moved to north central Minnesota where I was born in 1902. They farmed a piece of land there in the summer and cut cord- wood in the winter. I remember the haying when ma would help load the hay as it was elevated up to the wagon by a mechanical loader, and the fields of buckwheat and the binding of it. We had a colt, and dad broke him by driving him in the team. The other horses would help keep him quiet. We had several acres of pumpkins one summer. One horse was cut in the wire so dad hooked up the other horse and hauled them in that way. They were good cow feed. He would chop them up in small pieces. There were wild blueberries in the woods. Sure were good. One summer there was a forest fire close and dad helped put it out. He sure got dirty. I went to school in a small log school house about a half mile from home. The desks were homemade, benches and desks 4 kids to a bench. I remember the mice running along the walls some times. There were some wild kids there. There was a settlement of Finns near there, who came and baled our hay. They all carried knives in their belts. The buckwheat was ground and sure made good sour- dough hotcakes. We would go visit Uncle Lawrence's about a mile away through the woods. Uncle Lawrence's place was about a mile or so north of dads. I only faintly remember them when Carrie, Frances and I walked to see them. In the winter dad would cut cordwood and haul it by sleigh to Sebeka, about 6 miles. It was cold there in the winter as low as 45 degrees below 0. The wolves were thick there and if dad didn't carry his gun they were bold. In the summer they could be seen sometimes. I tried to follow dad once when he went into the woods, and one wolf crossed the path ahead of me and I sure ran for home. We would play hide and seek around the barn and I got kicked by a horse once when I ran too close. Didn't break any bones. Dad had a few cows and kept them in the barn in the winter and the calves also, because the winters were extremely cold and a lot of snow. Sleighing was good there. I can still see the drainage ditch dad dug to drain a low place and the muskrats swimming in it. The thunderstorms in the summer. Lots of lightning. We moved to Columbus, Montana in May of 1910. Dad opened a creamery and made butter and ice cream. I used to take the local blacksmith a gallon of buttermilk often and watch him shoeing horses and welding pieces of iron for machine repairs. It was done by getting the irons red hot and hammering them together (it worked too). The Yellowstone River ran close to the creamery, until the high water of 1918 washed the bank over to the creamery. But dad had quit the creamery by then. He worked in a grain elevator for several years. In the meantime we had moved across town (west) to a better house. We only lived near the creamery 2 years. I was nearly through the second grade when we came to Columbus and I went on to finish high school in Columbus. In the winters the towns people would cut ice from the river (by hand with 8' saws) and haul it to a big icehouse and pack sawdust around it, for next summers refrigerators. They peddled it by horses and wagons. We had a large place to skate on the river. There was a large island and the river ran slower around the island and it made an ideal skating rink, about a mile long and 150 feet wide. It was along the railroad tracks and we would race the freight trains. It wasn't as cold in Montana as Minnesota, but cold enough to freeze ice 2 feet thick. Sometimes 20 degrees below occasionally 30 degrees below 0. We moved out of town 1 mile in 1913 and I can remember the war headlines in the paper. Also remember the sinking of the Titanic in 1912. We milked cows on the small acreage and raised corn and potatoes, sold milk in town. Frances bought 160 acres more added to our 12 A. Had some pasture and raised 12 more acres of corn on it. We raised potatoes also some large enough to sell to the R.R. diners (1 lb. each). Dryland potatoes are sweeter than irrigated potatoes. We had a milk route in Columbus and that is where I met Ethel Goldy. She was working her way through school. She worked for the Drs' Payne who were osteopaths. While we were still living in Columbus I had a good friend Lisle Magee. His uncle had a sheep ranch up in the mountains near Fishtail about 30 miles south. One time when the scouts (me included) were camped near there Lisle & I got to visit the sheep herders camp. I joined the scouts in 1913. That was when WWI was starting and our scoutmaster drilled us like soldiers. Dad was in the home guard also. When the Drs' in 1923 left to go to Kirksville, Missouri, Ethel went with them and went to high school there. So in the fall I left home and started a trip that ended in Kirksville also. Dr. Payne had a brother near Colfax, Washington. He had a wheat ranch. So they (Dr. Payne) wrote me that I could get a job there. So I started a trip to Washington state. I had to work 3 weeks near Columbus to get my train fare to Colfax, Washington. I worked near Colfax for a month. Four days on a combine pulled by 33 horses. It cut a 22 foot swath and the grain was sacked on the combine and the sacks were sent down a chute and when there were 6 sacks we tripped a lever and let them slide out on the ground. After we were through cutting I had the job of hauling the sacked grain to piles where we could load it on a wagon and haul it 4 miles downhill to Almoto landing on the Snake River. It was an awful steep hill and it took 4 horses to pull the wagon up the hill again. We hauled 45 sacks (90 bu.). I became acquainted with an exsoldier from Canada who worked at the same place. He had relatives in San Francisco. So after harvest we bought a Model T Ford bug in Colfax and started for California. We burned out a rod bearing at Zillah. So we picked apples there for 2 weeks. Also stacked hay 1 day and sorted potatoes a day. From there we went to Maryhill (Ferry then) to Biggs and down the river to Oregon City. We spent a miserable night there. Had to sleep in the seats. Next night we camped at Grants Pass. We cut up a R.R. tie for heat, had a kerosene lantern for headlights. It was real foggy. I stopped off at Woodland California where I got a job in a rice field, as bundle hauling with a team of mules & hayrack (wagon) for threshing. Worked there 4 days. Then got another job, after we had walked 7 miles back to Woodland, helping fill a silo with corn fodder, also stacking the 4th cutting of alfalfa. Then I went to San Francisco, got a job in a junk smelter, near the waterfront. I had a room on Mission Street. I sent home for a trunk full of clothes. I worked there 3 weeks, then got a job, near Oakland milking cows. Finally a few days before Christmas I took the train to Kirksville Missouri. I sat up the first night in the day coach. It was cold going over the pass into Utah. We crossed the Great Salt Lake by train (12 miles). The second night I got an upper berth ($1.88) & got a good nights sleep from 9 P.M. to 7 A.M. Changed trains at Moberly Missouri and I got a ticket for Kirksville and set down and went to sleep. Missed the first train to Kirksville. Arrived there about 2 days before Christmas. I rented an upstairs housekeeping room. It took me a month to find work. Was lucky I had $100 in a bank in California. Finally got a job in a chicken hatchery. They had seven incubators that held 7500 eggs. I worked the night shift. It sure could rain in Missouri. Thunder storms would light up the sky so you could read a paper. The season (hatching) was over the 1st of June. So I got a job in a cold storage place, packing dressed chickens. It was hot in Missouri 85 degrees day and night & no air conditioning. On June 1st Ethel and I were married at the Dr.'s house by a Baptist Preacher. Spanish rice was the main course of our wedding dinner. We had a small apartment till the 1st of August when we took the train to Columbus. Going across Nebraska it was 120 degrees at Alliance Nebraska. We stayed at my folks for a while then 2 weeks at Goldys. I got a job with Adolph Witt out on Shane Ridge (15 miles south of Columbus) thru harvest (wheat). Then got a job 6 miles west of Columbus with John Halmgren. A person could always find farm work then. I got $60 a month, a garden spot and free milk and a place for a few hens. He raised hay and grain and had 200 head of cattle. He had quite a lot (2 sections) of summer range six miles farther west. I bought a 1917 Model T for $25. We had a cellar, a walk in, because there was a draw back of the house. One night I heard a noise and went to the cellar and found a pack rat there. I spoiled 2 quarts of canned goods when I shot him. We raised all kinds of vegetables and canned a lot. In the winter he gave me a team and wagon & I hauled logs and split wood and sold it in Columbus. It was mostly pitch pine as a fire had been through where his pasture was. Clara was born in Columbus April 18, 1925. While we worked at Holmgrens, the Drs Payne had returned from Missouri and Clara was born at their house. I worked there 2 years then on a small farm up Pershing Creek where I milked a few cows and peddled milk in Columbus. Got tired of that so Ethel wrote Bob & Stan Goldy for a job. Before we left I worked in a grain elevator during harvest, also packed dressed turkeys. It was pretty cold by then 20 degrees below. Sometime about the 10th of December we took a train for Idaho and stopped of at Dad's place at Blanchard, Idaho. I helped cut cordwood while there. They shipped a flat car load to Spokane and took the T Model Truck loaded (about a cord) also. We all went in & they shopped at Burgans Department store (that store is still there on Division St). they had a cafe on the top floor (4 floors). After Christmas we took the train to Wenatchee and Bob Goldy met us and took us to Palisades. They had orchards there. That was the first time I had worked in an orchard and it took me 2 years to really know how to prune. Methods were primitive then. Horse power except the sprayer engine. The sprayer was pulled by a team. The brush rake was a plank with wooden teeth pulled by horses. The driver stood on a short plank on the back of the rake. You drove over the fire and flipped the rake and ran around the end. We ditched the orchard for irrigation. Worms were bad in those days, we sprayed every ten days and still had 10% worms. We had wooden ladders to pick with, and the boxes were stacked under the trees and we hauled them out of the orchard with a team and flat sled. We lived at Palisades ten years. In the spring when the snow melted up in the wheat country, we would have a flood in the coulee (Moses Coulee). Our road would get washed out for about 2 weeks. We had a school at Palisades and apple packing sheds, a depot, store, & post office also a grange hall. It was a nice community. We had grange meetings and potlucks and played cards and danced. A good sociable time. Alice & Beulah were born while we lived at Palisades. We had to go to Wenatchee by Model T. Sometimes the creek was up in the spring and would have to be forded running board high, as was the case when Alice was born. March 1, 1938 we moved to Wenatchee and I took care of 12 acres for an old maid, on Western Avenue. March 1, 1939 we moved up Mission Creek & I took care of 12 acres for Frank Hurt. It was 4 miles south of Cashmere. It was nice up there except for the rattle snakes. Killed 32 of them that summer. [RALPH.PCX] Ralph Hansen and his daughters Clara, Alice and Beulah March 1 1940 we moved to Pioneer Avenue 2 miles west of Cashmere, where we bought 9.5 acres from the land bank. We had apples and pears and cherries. We pulled out some of the apples and I worked for Fred Waters on Mission Creek for 1 summer and John Knox our neighbor for about 4 summers. We raised 3 acres of grapes for 10 years. Then took them out and planted goldens and reds and had a nice orchard. At one time, the 3 acres that had been grapes produced 4500 boxes (loose) of apples. That would have been about 1000 packs per acre. In 1968 I leased it to Everett Watson and in 1970 sold it to Robert Schell (the orchard). We had built a new house in 1953, after Lottie Schell & I were married. We kept the house and 1 acre until 1976 when we sold it and moved to Cashmere after Georgette Michael & I were married. This was written by Ralph Hansen for Carol Whitman his granddaughter.
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4 Mar 1989 |
Wenatchee, Chelan, Washington, -USA [1] |
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1 Jul 2022 |
1902 - 1989 (86 years)
