ACCOUNTS OF JORGEN AND MARIE ANDREASEN
I heard someone call my name, I stopped, then I heard it again and knew it was my Mother (Marie). I had not seen her in about a year. She came running up to me and put her arms around my neck and said, "Rasmus, Rasmus, how I love you." I put my arms around her and we hugged each other. She stepped back and looked me over from head to toe. And with much pride she said, "My son, you look good." Then she just stood there, looking at me. She did not have to say much, because I could feel her love. Mom's love was like water running down hill, always giving. She was one heck of a woman and the best Mother a son could ever ask for.
She said, "How sorry she was that they were gone when I brought Mary home." She said, that Mary's Mother was so happy that you took the time to do that for Mary and her. She told us that you where taken horses to Missouri for Mr. Lee and that Mr. Lee sent us work that you were going to be leaving from Lamp. He said if we wanted to see you to come right away. Then Mom grabbed my hand and said, "I am so proud of you," and Mr. Lee said that you were a man he could trust. I always told Dad that you would be a man of great character. We are so proud of you Rasmus.
I told Mom how good it was to see her. I then asked, "Where is Dad?" He will be right along, he is taking care of the horses. Just then I saw him coming, you know he's not as fast as me, Mom said. Dad had been in the war with Germany while in Denmark and had part of his hip shot out. He walked with a limp and ya could tell it hurt him all the time.
As he got closer I went to meet him, he looked much older than I remembered. You could tell every step was a struggle. Dad never said a word about the pain he was in. I remember, him getting up and going into the shop to make someone a table or a chair. He could make anything out of wood. In my mind I could still hear the stories he told us about the war. War must be hell. I just don't understand why there has to be war.
Dad reached out his hand and shook my hand saying, "Good to see you Rasmus. Looks like you have taken real good care of yourself." I said, "Yes Sir." Dad was very stern and showed very little feeling. I just kept telling myself that he loved me because that is about as close as I was going to get him saying it. Maybe it was this way with all Dane men. He worked hard to care for his family and he taught all us kids to work. So ya knew he loved but he just didn't show it, like Mother did. I have learned that men just don't express their feelings and you for sure don't tell another man you love him. It just is not done. One thing I can say for my Dad, he was an honest man. There was not one dishonest bone in his body. He use to say being a Mormon was not just being a good man; it was being the best. He would say you had to pull everything that was bad out of ya, then put everything that was good in ya. You showed that by being honest, working hard and making that your way of life.
As we all stood there, I smiled and told them how glad I was that they were there. I thanked Dad for driving most of the night to get here. He said that it was important to Mother and so it was important to him. I wish he had said he really wanted to see me but he didn't, so that had to be good enough.
I said, "You must be dog tired?" Dad said, "No" but I could tell he was hurting all over. Mom said, "We'll be fine son, we are just happy to see you before you had to leave." I said, "I am too."
I asked Mom and Dad to come into the station so we could talk and they could rest. As we sat down Mom talked about everything and everyone. Dad did not say much but that was Dad. It didn't seem like an hour had gone by but Lars came in and said, "Sorry but the train is ready to pull out." We all stood up, Mom put her arms around me and told me to take care of myself. Dad and I shook hands, he said, "Remember who you are and do yourself proud." I told him that I would. I turned and we all walked out to the train. Mom gave me a hug and a kiss, then she said, "You know who you are and the good Lord will be looking out for ya." I'll be good; Mom and I'll be honest. If I see something nice I'll bring it to you Mom. Mom smiled and said, "I know." Dad reached out his hand and said, "You take care, now."
I really missed Mom and I thanked the good Lord for her and what she taught me. She was one grand lady. I sort of felt cheated having to leave home so young, but every young man had to find work. In fact a lot of young women had to do the same thing. It was just the way things had to be.
Rasmus also makes the comment that his mother made "Red Mush."
(Account taken from Rasmus Anderson's personal history who was the son of Jorgen and Marie Andreason, Jay Anderson a grandson wrote Rasmus's history).
Jergen was in the service while Denmark was in war with Germany. His hip had been shot in the socket, which had made him a cripple. This leg was much shorter than the other one and walking was very difficult for him. He and his wife and five sons came to America as soon as they were able to come by train to Utah, they came directly to Bear River City, where they made their home.
They were among the early settlers and shared in the many activities of the expanding community. All the people were poor, but they helped one another.
Grandpa Jergie was handy with tools and built much of the furniture and woodwork for the early homes. He was black bearded man and Grandmother was a smiling blonde; their fine, happy qualities rubbed off on their sons and their posterities. (Resource given by Nina Anderson Jensen, daughter of Andrew Carl Anderson, son of Jorgen and Marie Andreasen, note how she spelled his name).
Jorgen and Marie had joined the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in Denmark. Their home ways always open to the missionaries. They waited to come to America until the railroad was built because Jorgen had a hip socket shot out in a war in Denmark and he had difficulty waking.
Jorgen was a fine cabinetmaker by trade. The family came directly to Bear River City and made their home. Later, Jorgen and Marie moved to Brigham City where more work was available. After Jorgen passed away in Brigham on 23 February 1906, Marie moved to Elwood next to her son Casper. Marie lived by Casper for many years. She did her own cooking except on Sundays and she would always eat in our home. When she got older her granddaughters, Jennie and Cleo would comb and braid her hair. Grandma sang songs in Danish. She was short and sort of fat good-natured Danish lady. She passed away 02 June 1922. She was missed because she was deeply loved by us all. (Account taken from Mae Andreasen Cornwall's, "To the Best of my Knowledge and Reminiscence of my Childhood life.)"
Jorgen Andreasen born 22 November 1826 in Gerskov, Skeby, Odense, Denmark, son of Andreas Jorgenson and Abelone Marie Niclsdattr died 25 February 1906 in Bear River City or Elwood. He was a coach maker and a cotlager in Orristsliv, Odense, Denmark. Married in 1858 in Skeby to Marie Catherine Casperdatter born 10 November 1828 in Hestehavehus, Skeby, she died 02 June 1922 in Elwood, Utah. (Account given my Kaye Paskett Grimmett, Great-Great Granddaughter).
It would be interesting to know their experiences joining the church and coming to America. No known histories exist of their experiences. Her parents, nieces and nephews are also buried in Bear River City in the same plot as Marie and Jorgen. Her parents also came on the Minnesota in 1872.
I heard someone call my name, I stopped, then I heard it again and knew it was my Mother (Marie). I had not seen her in about a year. She came running up to me and put her arms around my neck and said, "Rasmus, Rasmus, how I love you." I put my arms around her and we hugged each other. She stepped back and looked me over from head to toe. And with much pride she said, "My son, you look good." Then she just stood there, looking at me. She did not have to say much, because I could feel her love. Mom's love was like water running down hill, always giving. She was one heck of a woman and the best Mother a son could ever ask for.
She said, "How sorry she was that they were gone when I brought Mary home." She said, that Mary's Mother was so happy that you took the time to do that for Mary and her. She told us that you where taken horses to Missouri for Mr. Lee and that Mr. Lee sent us work that you were going to be leaving from Lamp. He said if we wanted to see you to come right away. Then Mom grabbed my hand and said, "I am so proud of you," and Mr. Lee said that you were a man he could trust. I always told Dad that you would be a man of great character. We are so proud of you Rasmus.
I told Mom how good it was to see her. I then asked, "Where is Dad?" He will be right along, he is taking care of the horses. Just then I saw him coming, you know he's not as fast as me, Mom said. Dad had been in the war with Germany while in Denmark and had part of his hip shot out. He walked with a limp and ya could tell it hurt him all the time.
As he got closer I went to meet him, he looked much older than I remembered. You could tell every step was a struggle. Dad never said a word about the pain he was in. I remember, him getting up and going into the shop to make someone a table or a chair. He could make anything out of wood. In my mind I could still hear the stories he told us about the war. War must be hell. I just don't understand why there has to be war.
Dad reached out his hand and shook my hand saying, "Good to see you Rasmus. Looks like you have taken real good care of yourself." I said, "Yes Sir." Dad was very stern and showed very little feeling. I just kept telling myself that he loved me because that is about as close as I was going to get him saying it. Maybe it was this way with all Dane men. He worked hard to care for his family and he taught all us kids to work. So ya knew he loved but he just didn't show it, like Mother did. I have learned that men just don't express their feelings and you for sure don't tell another man you love him. It just is not done. One thing I can say for my Dad, he was an honest man. There was not one dishonest bone in his body. He use to say being a Mormon was not just being a good man; it was being the best. He would say you had to pull everything that was bad out of ya, then put everything that was good in ya. You showed that by being honest, working hard and making that your way of life.
As we all stood there, I smiled and told them how glad I was that they were there. I thanked Dad for driving most of the night to get here. He said that it was important to Mother and so it was important to him. I wish he had said he really wanted to see me but he didn't, so that had to be good enough.
I said, "You must be dog tired?" Dad said, "No" but I could tell he was hurting all over. Mom said, "We'll be fine son, we are just happy to see you before you had to leave." I said, "I am too."
I asked Mom and Dad to come into the station so we could talk and they could rest. As we sat down Mom talked about everything and everyone. Dad did not say much but that was Dad. It didn't seem like an hour had gone by but Lars came in and said, "Sorry but the train is ready to pull out." We all stood up, Mom put her arms around me and told me to take care of myself. Dad and I shook hands, he said, "Remember who you are and do yourself proud." I told him that I would. I turned and we all walked out to the train. Mom gave me a hug and a kiss, then she said, "You know who you are and the good Lord will be looking out for ya." I'll be good; Mom and I'll be honest. If I see something nice I'll bring it to you Mom. Mom smiled and said, "I know." Dad reached out his hand and said, "You take care, now."
I really missed Mom and I thanked the good Lord for her and what she taught me. She was one grand lady. I sort of felt cheated having to leave home so young, but every young man had to find work. In fact a lot of young women had to do the same thing. It was just the way things had to be.
Rasmus also makes the comment that his mother made "Red Mush."
(Account taken from Rasmus Anderson's personal history who was the son of Jorgen and Marie Andreason, Jay Anderson a grandson wrote Rasmus's history).
Jergen was in the service while Denmark was in war with Germany. His hip had been shot in the socket, which had made him a cripple. This leg was much shorter than the other one and walking was very difficult for him. He and his wife and five sons came to America as soon as they were able to come by train to Utah, they came directly to Bear River City, where they made their home.
They were among the early settlers and shared in the many activities of the expanding community. All the people were poor, but they helped one another.
Grandpa Jergie was handy with tools and built much of the furniture and woodwork for the early homes. He was black bearded man and Grandmother was a smiling blonde; their fine, happy qualities rubbed off on their sons and their posterities. (Resource given by Nina Anderson Jensen, daughter of Andrew Carl Anderson, son of Jorgen and Marie Andreasen, note how she spelled his name).
Jorgen and Marie had joined the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in Denmark. Their home ways always open to the missionaries. They waited to come to America until the railroad was built because Jorgen had a hip socket shot out in a war in Denmark and he had difficulty waking.
Jorgen was a fine cabinetmaker by trade. The family came directly to Bear River City and made their home. Later, Jorgen and Marie moved to Brigham City where more work was available. After Jorgen passed away in Brigham on 23 February 1906, Marie moved to Elwood next to her son Casper. Marie lived by Casper for many years. She did her own cooking except on Sundays and she would always eat in our home. When she got older her granddaughters, Jennie and Cleo would comb and braid her hair. Grandma sang songs in Danish. She was short and sort of fat good-natured Danish lady. She passed away 02 June 1922. She was missed because she was deeply loved by us all. (Account taken from Mae Andreasen Cornwall's, "To the Best of my Knowledge and Reminiscence of my Childhood life.)"
Jorgen Andreasen born 22 November 1826 in Gerskov, Skeby, Odense, Denmark, son of Andreas Jorgenson and Abelone Marie Niclsdattr died 25 February 1906 in Bear River City or Elwood. He was a coach maker and a cotlager in Orristsliv, Odense, Denmark. Married in 1858 in Skeby to Marie Catherine Casperdatter born 10 November 1828 in Hestehavehus, Skeby, she died 02 June 1922 in Elwood, Utah. (Account given my Kaye Paskett Grimmett, Great-Great Granddaughter).
It would be interesting to know their experiences joining the church and coming to America. No known histories exist of their experiences. Her parents, nieces and nephews are also buried in Bear River City in the same plot as Marie and Jorgen. Her parents also came on the Minnesota in 1872.
ACCOUNTS OF JORGEN AND MARIE ANDREASEN
I heard someone call my name, I stopped, then I heard it again and knew it was my Mother (Marie). I had not seen her in about a year. She came running up to me and put her arms around my neck and said, "Rasmus, Rasmus, how I love you." I put my arms around her and we hugged each other. She stepped back and looked me over from head to toe. And with much pride she said, "My son, you look good." Then she just stood there, looking at me. She did not have to say much, because I could feel her love. Mom's love was like water running down hill, always giving. She was one heck of a woman and the best Mother a son could ever ask for.
She said, "How sorry she was that they were gone when I brought Mary home." She said, that Mary's Mother was so happy that you took the time to do that for Mary and her. She told us that you where taken horses to Missouri for Mr. Lee and that Mr. Lee sent us work that you were going to be leaving from Lamp. He said if we wanted to see you to come right away. Then Mom grabbed my hand and said, "I am so proud of you," and Mr. Lee said that you were a man he could trust. I always told Dad that you would be a man of great character. We are so proud of you Rasmus.
I told Mom how good it was to see her. I then asked, "Where is Dad?" He will be right along, he is taking care of the horses. Just then I saw him coming, you know he's not as fast as me, Mom said. Dad had been in the war with Germany while in Denmark and had part of his hip shot out. He walked with a limp and ya could tell it hurt him all the time.
As he got closer I went to meet him, he looked much older than I remembered. You could tell every step was a struggle. Dad never said a word about the pain he was in. I remember, him getting up and going into the shop to make someone a table or a chair. He could make anything out of wood. In my mind I could still hear the stories he told us about the war. War must be hell. I just don't understand why there has to be war.
Dad reached out his hand and shook my hand saying, "Good to see you Rasmus. Looks like you have taken real good care of yourself." I said, "Yes Sir." Dad was very stern and showed very little feeling. I just kept telling myself that he loved me because that is about as close as I was going to get him saying it. Maybe it was this way with all Dane men. He worked hard to care for his family and he taught all us kids to work. So ya knew he loved but he just didn't show it, like Mother did. I have learned that men just don't express their feelings and you for sure don't tell another man you love him. It just is not done. One thing I can say for my Dad, he was an honest man. There was not one dishonest bone in his body. He use to say being a Mormon was not just being a good man; it was being the best. He would say you had to pull everything that was bad out of ya, then put everything that was good in ya. You showed that by being honest, working hard and making that your way of life.
As we all stood there, I smiled and told them how glad I was that they were there. I thanked Dad for driving most of the night to get here. He said that it was important to Mother and so it was important to him. I wish he had said he really wanted to see me but he didn't, so that had to be good enough.
I said, "You must be dog tired?" Dad said, "No" but I could tell he was hurting all over. Mom said, "We'll be fine son, we are just happy to see you before you had to leave." I said, "I am too."
I asked Mom and Dad to come into the station so we could talk and they could rest. As we sat down Mom talked about everything and everyone. Dad did not say much but that was Dad. It didn't seem like an hour had gone by but Lars came in and said, "Sorry but the train is ready to pull out." We all stood up, Mom put her arms around me and told me to take care of myself. Dad and I shook hands, he said, "Remember who you are and do yourself proud." I told him that I would. I turned and we all walked out to the train. Mom gave me a hug and a kiss, then she said, "You know who you are and the good Lord will be looking out for ya." I'll be good; Mom and I'll be honest. If I see something nice I'll bring it to you Mom. Mom smiled and said, "I know." Dad reached out his hand and said, "You take care, now."
I really missed Mom and I thanked the good Lord for her and what she taught me. She was one grand lady. I sort of felt cheated having to leave home so young, but every young man had to find work. In fact a lot of young women had to do the same thing. It was just the way things had to be.
Rasmus also makes the comment that his mother made "Red Mush."
(Account taken from Rasmus Anderson's personal history who was the son of Jorgen and Marie Andreason, Jay Anderson a grandson wrote Rasmus's history).
Jergen was in the service while Denmark was in war with Germany. His hip had been shot in the socket, which had made him a cripple. This leg was much shorter than the other one and walking was very difficult for him. He and his wife and five sons came to America as soon as they were able to come by train to Utah, they came directly to Bear River City, where they made their home.
They were among the early settlers and shared in the many activities of the expanding community. All the people were poor, but they helped one another.
Grandpa Jergie was handy with tools and built much of the furniture and woodwork for the early homes. He was black bearded man and Grandmother was a smiling blonde; their fine, happy qualities rubbed off on their sons and their posterities. (Resource given by Nina Anderson Jensen, daughter of Andrew Carl Anderson, son of Jorgen and Marie Andreasen, note how she spelled his name).
Jorgen and Marie had joined the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in Denmark. Their home ways always open to the missionaries. They waited to come to America until the railroad was built because Jorgen had a hip socket shot out in a war in Denmark and he had difficulty waking.
Jorgen was a fine cabinetmaker by trade. The family came directly to Bear River City and made their home. Later, Jorgen and Marie moved to Brigham City where more work was available. After Jorgen passed away in Brigham on 23 February 1906, Marie moved to Elwood next to her son Casper. Marie lived by Casper for many years. She did her own cooking except on Sundays and she would always eat in our home. When she got older her granddaughters, Jennie and Cleo would comb and braid her hair. Grandma sang songs in Danish. She was short and sort of fat good-natured Danish lady. She passed away 02 June 1922. She was missed because she was deeply loved by us all. (Account taken from Mae Andreasen Cornwall's, "To the Best of my Knowledge and Reminiscence of my Childhood life.)"
Jorgen Andreasen born 22 November 1826 in Gerskov, Skeby, Odense, Denmark, son of Andreas Jorgenson and Abelone Marie Niclsdattr died 25 February 1906 in Bear River City or Elwood. He was a coach maker and a cotlager in Orristsliv, Odense, Denmark. Married in 1858 in Skeby to Marie Catherine Casperdatter born 10 November 1828 in Hestehavehus, Skeby, she died 02 June 1922 in Elwood, Utah. (Account given my Kaye Paskett Grimmett, Great-Great Granddaughter).
It would be interesting to know their experiences joining the church and coming to America. No known histories exist of their experiences. Her parents, nieces and nephews are also buried in Bear River City in the same plot as Marie and Jorgen. Her parents also came on the Minnesota in 1872.
I heard someone call my name, I stopped, then I heard it again and knew it was my Mother (Marie). I had not seen her in about a year. She came running up to me and put her arms around my neck and said, "Rasmus, Rasmus, how I love you." I put my arms around her and we hugged each other. She stepped back and looked me over from head to toe. And with much pride she said, "My son, you look good." Then she just stood there, looking at me. She did not have to say much, because I could feel her love. Mom's love was like water running down hill, always giving. She was one heck of a woman and the best Mother a son could ever ask for.
She said, "How sorry she was that they were gone when I brought Mary home." She said, that Mary's Mother was so happy that you took the time to do that for Mary and her. She told us that you where taken horses to Missouri for Mr. Lee and that Mr. Lee sent us work that you were going to be leaving from Lamp. He said if we wanted to see you to come right away. Then Mom grabbed my hand and said, "I am so proud of you," and Mr. Lee said that you were a man he could trust. I always told Dad that you would be a man of great character. We are so proud of you Rasmus.
I told Mom how good it was to see her. I then asked, "Where is Dad?" He will be right along, he is taking care of the horses. Just then I saw him coming, you know he's not as fast as me, Mom said. Dad had been in the war with Germany while in Denmark and had part of his hip shot out. He walked with a limp and ya could tell it hurt him all the time.
As he got closer I went to meet him, he looked much older than I remembered. You could tell every step was a struggle. Dad never said a word about the pain he was in. I remember, him getting up and going into the shop to make someone a table or a chair. He could make anything out of wood. In my mind I could still hear the stories he told us about the war. War must be hell. I just don't understand why there has to be war.
Dad reached out his hand and shook my hand saying, "Good to see you Rasmus. Looks like you have taken real good care of yourself." I said, "Yes Sir." Dad was very stern and showed very little feeling. I just kept telling myself that he loved me because that is about as close as I was going to get him saying it. Maybe it was this way with all Dane men. He worked hard to care for his family and he taught all us kids to work. So ya knew he loved but he just didn't show it, like Mother did. I have learned that men just don't express their feelings and you for sure don't tell another man you love him. It just is not done. One thing I can say for my Dad, he was an honest man. There was not one dishonest bone in his body. He use to say being a Mormon was not just being a good man; it was being the best. He would say you had to pull everything that was bad out of ya, then put everything that was good in ya. You showed that by being honest, working hard and making that your way of life.
As we all stood there, I smiled and told them how glad I was that they were there. I thanked Dad for driving most of the night to get here. He said that it was important to Mother and so it was important to him. I wish he had said he really wanted to see me but he didn't, so that had to be good enough.
I said, "You must be dog tired?" Dad said, "No" but I could tell he was hurting all over. Mom said, "We'll be fine son, we are just happy to see you before you had to leave." I said, "I am too."
I asked Mom and Dad to come into the station so we could talk and they could rest. As we sat down Mom talked about everything and everyone. Dad did not say much but that was Dad. It didn't seem like an hour had gone by but Lars came in and said, "Sorry but the train is ready to pull out." We all stood up, Mom put her arms around me and told me to take care of myself. Dad and I shook hands, he said, "Remember who you are and do yourself proud." I told him that I would. I turned and we all walked out to the train. Mom gave me a hug and a kiss, then she said, "You know who you are and the good Lord will be looking out for ya." I'll be good; Mom and I'll be honest. If I see something nice I'll bring it to you Mom. Mom smiled and said, "I know." Dad reached out his hand and said, "You take care, now."
I really missed Mom and I thanked the good Lord for her and what she taught me. She was one grand lady. I sort of felt cheated having to leave home so young, but every young man had to find work. In fact a lot of young women had to do the same thing. It was just the way things had to be.
Rasmus also makes the comment that his mother made "Red Mush."
(Account taken from Rasmus Anderson's personal history who was the son of Jorgen and Marie Andreason, Jay Anderson a grandson wrote Rasmus's history).
Jergen was in the service while Denmark was in war with Germany. His hip had been shot in the socket, which had made him a cripple. This leg was much shorter than the other one and walking was very difficult for him. He and his wife and five sons came to America as soon as they were able to come by train to Utah, they came directly to Bear River City, where they made their home.
They were among the early settlers and shared in the many activities of the expanding community. All the people were poor, but they helped one another.
Grandpa Jergie was handy with tools and built much of the furniture and woodwork for the early homes. He was black bearded man and Grandmother was a smiling blonde; their fine, happy qualities rubbed off on their sons and their posterities. (Resource given by Nina Anderson Jensen, daughter of Andrew Carl Anderson, son of Jorgen and Marie Andreasen, note how she spelled his name).
Jorgen and Marie had joined the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in Denmark. Their home ways always open to the missionaries. They waited to come to America until the railroad was built because Jorgen had a hip socket shot out in a war in Denmark and he had difficulty waking.
Jorgen was a fine cabinetmaker by trade. The family came directly to Bear River City and made their home. Later, Jorgen and Marie moved to Brigham City where more work was available. After Jorgen passed away in Brigham on 23 February 1906, Marie moved to Elwood next to her son Casper. Marie lived by Casper for many years. She did her own cooking except on Sundays and she would always eat in our home. When she got older her granddaughters, Jennie and Cleo would comb and braid her hair. Grandma sang songs in Danish. She was short and sort of fat good-natured Danish lady. She passed away 02 June 1922. She was missed because she was deeply loved by us all. (Account taken from Mae Andreasen Cornwall's, "To the Best of my Knowledge and Reminiscence of my Childhood life.)"
Jorgen Andreasen born 22 November 1826 in Gerskov, Skeby, Odense, Denmark, son of Andreas Jorgenson and Abelone Marie Niclsdattr died 25 February 1906 in Bear River City or Elwood. He was a coach maker and a cotlager in Orristsliv, Odense, Denmark. Married in 1858 in Skeby to Marie Catherine Casperdatter born 10 November 1828 in Hestehavehus, Skeby, she died 02 June 1922 in Elwood, Utah. (Account given my Kaye Paskett Grimmett, Great-Great Granddaughter).
It would be interesting to know their experiences joining the church and coming to America. No known histories exist of their experiences. Her parents, nieces and nephews are also buried in Bear River City in the same plot as Marie and Jorgen. Her parents also came on the Minnesota in 1872.
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