Martin Hanstad Funeral Will Be Sunday at Sand Hill Church
Funeral services will be held Sunday for Martin Hanstad, 72, pioneer resident of the Vineland community, who died at a Crookston hospital Wednesday morning. Mr. Hanstad had been in failing health the past year and had been seriously ill for two weeks before his death.
The funeral rites will be at 1:30 p.m. at the Hans Berg homestead, now occupied by the Helmer Bangen family, and at two p.m. at the Sand Hill church, with the Rev. Louis Olson officiating. Six grand-nephews will be pallbearers. They are: Harry and Reuben Thompson, Howard Hanstad, Alvin Berg, Loren and Sidney Stortroen.
Mr. Hanstad was born September 9, 1867 in Vestre Toten, Norway, and came to the United States in 1887, settling in Vineland township, where he had since lived. He was never married.
He is survived by 14 nephews and 15 nieces. The body will lie in state Saturday afternoon at the Stenshoel Funeral Home.
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Written by his grand-niece Alice Thompson Hegge:
Martin was my grandma's brother and stayed with her to help out when grandpa died. He never married so had no other obligations. He was always a kind and gentle person as long as I ever knew him. He always used to come over to our place in the evening to listen to Amos and Andy on the radio. We would see a light shining through the trees and know it was Martin coming through the woods swinging his lantern. He had kind of a laugh all his own--sort of like Santa Claus--ho, ho, ho. Sometimes he would sit by the table and hum to himself and thump his fingers on the table, dom, dom, dom.
I remember one winter he stayed at Einar and Carrie Thune's to help out with chores when Einar was sick. Anna and I liked to play trucks on him. He always smoked a pipe with Prince Albert tobacco. We found an old empty can and put coffee grounds in it and put that in the place of his tobacco can. Martin filled his pipe and tried to light it. It wouldn't burn very well and he kept taking the pipe from his mouth and looking at it, but never said anything. Anna and I were a picture of innocence, of course. Another time, Anna and I took Martin's glasses and washed them. He kept taking them off and looking at them. I think he must have thought the lens were broken because they were so clear. His glasses were usually kind of smeared.
My mother (Emma Berg Thompson) always used to invite the three neighborhood bachelors over for Christmas dinner--Martin, Alfred Lindem and Thorvald Thompson. This was kind of a tradition. Martin would always bring Christmas candy and give all the children a package. Also, whenever mother made homemade tomato soup, she would ask Martin to come for supper. We all thought Martin was just great!
Martin Hanstad Funeral Will Be Sunday at Sand Hill Church
Funeral services will be held Sunday for Martin Hanstad, 72, pioneer resident of the Vineland community, who died at a Crookston hospital Wednesday morning. Mr. Hanstad had been in failing health the past year and had been seriously ill for two weeks before his death.
The funeral rites will be at 1:30 p.m. at the Hans Berg homestead, now occupied by the Helmer Bangen family, and at two p.m. at the Sand Hill church, with the Rev. Louis Olson officiating. Six grand-nephews will be pallbearers. They are: Harry and Reuben Thompson, Howard Hanstad, Alvin Berg, Loren and Sidney Stortroen.
Mr. Hanstad was born September 9, 1867 in Vestre Toten, Norway, and came to the United States in 1887, settling in Vineland township, where he had since lived. He was never married.
He is survived by 14 nephews and 15 nieces. The body will lie in state Saturday afternoon at the Stenshoel Funeral Home.
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Written by his grand-niece Alice Thompson Hegge:
Martin was my grandma's brother and stayed with her to help out when grandpa died. He never married so had no other obligations. He was always a kind and gentle person as long as I ever knew him. He always used to come over to our place in the evening to listen to Amos and Andy on the radio. We would see a light shining through the trees and know it was Martin coming through the woods swinging his lantern. He had kind of a laugh all his own--sort of like Santa Claus--ho, ho, ho. Sometimes he would sit by the table and hum to himself and thump his fingers on the table, dom, dom, dom.
I remember one winter he stayed at Einar and Carrie Thune's to help out with chores when Einar was sick. Anna and I liked to play trucks on him. He always smoked a pipe with Prince Albert tobacco. We found an old empty can and put coffee grounds in it and put that in the place of his tobacco can. Martin filled his pipe and tried to light it. It wouldn't burn very well and he kept taking the pipe from his mouth and looking at it, but never said anything. Anna and I were a picture of innocence, of course. Another time, Anna and I took Martin's glasses and washed them. He kept taking them off and looking at them. I think he must have thought the lens were broken because they were so clear. His glasses were usually kind of smeared.
My mother (Emma Berg Thompson) always used to invite the three neighborhood bachelors over for Christmas dinner--Martin, Alfred Lindem and Thorvald Thompson. This was kind of a tradition. Martin would always bring Christmas candy and give all the children a package. Also, whenever mother made homemade tomato soup, she would ask Martin to come for supper. We all thought Martin was just great!
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