Married Gunder Elias Fredrickson
All children born in Norway
Immigrated 1870

Children (could be more):
1. Anders (27 May 1853-1916)
2. Ole (10 sept 1855-.) of MT
3. Knudt (18 Dec 1857-3 April 1910)
4. Mads G (1859-Jan 1934)
5. Frederick G (1861-May 1935)
6. Patrina Stendal-Solberg (1864-1943) of Skagit, WA, married Andrew J Stendal, he died 1917 in Kalispeli, MT, later married Stephen Solberg
7. Mary (John T) Stendal (1866-1943) of Skagit, WA
8. Oliver (5 Jan 1868- 1934 or 1935 ) of Kalispeli, MT

In 1900 lived with daughter Mary Stendal in Eau Claire
In 1920 lived with Grandson George Orlando Fredrickson in Jackson Co.
Died in Skagit Co., WA near two daughters

OBITUARY
MRS. GUNDER FREDRICKSON (FAUSKE)
About three and a half years ago, when nearly eighty-nine years, just before she left for her last trip to the far west, Mrs. Fredrickson gave the following facts from her life's history. "I was born at Fauske, Norway,August 21st, 1831. Fauske was a group of seven farmsteads. Pentecost day, in 1849, when I was between seventeen and eighteen years, I was married to Anders Gregorious Senesat, who died in January 1852.

On April 5, 1863 I married Gunder Fredrickson Hjeleland. By my first husband, I had no children. By my second husband I had the following named children:

1. Andrew, born May 27, 1852. He died December 13, 1916.
2. Ole born September 10, 1855;
3. Knudt, born December 18, 1857. He died April 3rd, 1910;
4. Mads, born March 16, 1866, and
5. Oliver, born January 5, 1868.

All my children were born there. In the summer of 1870, we came to U.S. and settled on Big Slough in Jackson County, Wisconsin. My second husband died in Schimmerhorn, Jackson County, Wisconsin, July 22, 1892." I give these dates because they are probably correct; and also because they indicate the retentive quality of her memory at such high age. I shall add to the foregoing some facts from my own knowledge of her life, not only because I find pleasure in reviewing a life so long and complete.

Her second husband, Gunder Fredrickson, was my mother's brother. In 1867 my folks decided to emigrate to U.S., but they had no money for the trip. My uncle loaned them the money as he also had come to the conclusion that this country had more to offer than our native land. After we came here, correspondence between the two families was maintained, and this and other things induced him to sell our farm in Norway and come to this country. In 1870, with wife and eight children, he came to our house on Big Slough where they stayed until fall. There were nine in our family. Our log cabin was just 13 feet by 13 feet inside, with a very low attic reached by a ladder. Fredrickson brought with him two other people whose fare he had paid. Therefore, when all were at home, that cabin had to shelter 21 people. This did not happen very often but there were at least fifteen people most of the time during the summer of 1870. And I may add an illustrative of conditions in those pioneer days that the following summer, Halvor Monson, with a family almost as numerous, found a home with us in the same little cabin. And the next summer, in 1872, came Henry Gunderson and his wife who lived with us for at least a year.

In the fall of 1876 Fredrickson bought a farm on Big Slough where he built a house and lived for a short time. Later on he bought the George Olds homestead in the town of Pigeon. Here he lived for a number of years. He afterwards bought and occupied several farms in the town of Northfield, Jackson, County. He died on the farm now occupied by George Gilbertson in Schimmerhorn.

After his death, Mrs. Fredrickson divided her time among her married children. She made five trips to the far West, and her last westward journey was made in company with her brother, Mads Knudtson, who went to California, and the writer and his wife. We saw her for the last time alive at Kalispel, Montana, where she had two sons and daughter at that time. During the last three years she has made her home with her two daughters at Sedro-Woolley, Washington. She died at the home of her oldest daughter, Petrina Stendal, November 13, 1920.

Her last sickness lasted only about ten days and she was confined to bed only five days. She was conscious up to a few hours before she passed away. Her grandson, William Stendal, brought her body to Pigeon Falls, where she was laid away by the side of her husband.

Rev. Orke ministered at the funeral which was held in the afternoon of November 19, 1923. It was a beautiful day, in harmony with her sunny life, and a goodly number of her friends and relatives followed her body to its place of rest. Her sons Mads Fredrickson and 6. Fred Fredrickson were present.

Her three other surviving children are 7. Petrina Stendal and 8. Maria Stendal of Sedro-Woolley, Washington, and Oliver Fredrickson of Kalispel, Montana.

I may be charged with using an extravagant statement if I say that her life was a glorious life. But I cannot conceive anything more glorious in the life of either men or women than completeness in the performance of duties and living up to all the opportunities that come within the sphere where circumstances have placed them. The humblest and the great can do no more. And this the deceased did to an extent rarely found among the men and women I have known. That she was endowed for the benefit of her home and the social circle within which she was called to act merits our highest regard and appreciation. She had not the learning of schools nor the culture we associate with men and women of aristocratic birth and affiliations - neither of which I would disparage - but she had acquired what was much more useful and essential for her station in life. She had a pleasing personality, great fluency of speech, unusual tact, a remarkable memory and above all the ability to adapt herself to all the varying circumstances of life. It has been said that a child learns more under normal circumstances during its five first years than the most extensive curriculum of a university can teach it. Mrs. Fredrickson was almost constant health and her splendid faculties for gathering and storing knowledge had ninety-two years to educate herself. And to the last she was intensely interested in ever happening around her. And now as I sit under the spell of a thousand memories of intimate associations with the departed during a period of nearly sixty years, I cannot help but recall the pleasing and entertaining qualifies of her mind and her constant tendency to gather and store up all that was brightest and best in her experiences, and let exile, ugliness and shadows fly away. Over arching every sorrow and disappointment that came to her she always saw a beautiful bow of hope or promise. So she remembered and recalled her days and years not by the gloom and darkness they left in their passing but by the light and gladness they dispensed. And from every depression in the voyage of life she rose on silver-crested billows till she reached the golden harbor of her hope and faith. Another link in a precious chain, Lies crushed by the weight of years. Only a few more links remain: Some of them dimmed by cares and tears. But I turn my glance to olden days, That lie with the ages asleep; To feel the warmth of ancient rays, That come up from the buried deep. I see, once more a brilliant chain, Of a hundred links or more; All strong and bright without a stain As they were in the days of yore. Life is as good as ever it was, And God's glory encircles the earth But a time must come for us to pass, From fruitless age to a new birth. O, Merry laughter and blissful smile! That brightened our morning skies; Come back to cheer up a little while, Until we can say our last "Good-byes."

Written by H.A. Anderson on November 19, 1923. THE WHITEHALL TIMES-BANNER - NOVEMBER 29, 1923

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