Feb 22, 1945 Chisago County Press
It is the good things a man does for his fellowmen that lives after him; what weaknesses there may be are often interred with his bones,” is a paraphrase of Tennyson's poem that fits Charles J. Anderson exactly.
Charles J. Anderson or “Lilla Kulle” as he is known familiarly to hundreds of Lindstromites was small in stature but he was a giant in friendliness.
His purse was ever open, no matter how slim it became or how amply full it was. No one in trouble ever has his door slammed in their face, when they asked “Lilla Kulle”, for a bite or a dime.
Charles was so tremendous a loyal rooter during the halcyon period of Lindstrom's baseball glory period, when the local team was so Amazingly good that they even met and defeated the American Association Baseball Clubs, that his fame as a Lindstrom rooter spread far and wide.
On top of that, “Kulle,” in recent years, became a specialist in the raising of watermelons and did so well that he soon earned the justified title of “The Watermelon King.”
Now Taps has sounded for the friendly little gentleman
On the evening of Feb 14, while allegedly lighting a kerosene lamp in his home, a stroke must have seized him, during which, the lighted lamp crashed to the floor, sprinkling him with the flammable fluid. Unconscious from the seizure, the flames ran rampant through his clothes, and burned him. He was discovered by a neighbor, Arthur Olson, who was bringing him food, prepared by Mrs. Olson, because Charles had not been feeling well for several days. He was dead.
The final rites were held at the Grandstrand Funeral Chapel, Saturday afternoon. Pastor Gilbert Monson of the Chisago Lake Lutheran Church officiated. He was laid to rest in the Center City Cemetery.
Charles Anderson left no relative mourners. But he left a host of friends who knew his straight forward manner and his kindliness.
One seldom saw him in natty, bandbox attire but underneath his very plain dressing was a heart as big as a mountain.
The Press never failed to receive from him every year in the autumn, the choicest and the largest of the melons that he had raised with so much care.
Charles J. Anderson was born in Vastergotland, Sweden on November 6, 1873. Fifty two years ago he crossed the Atlantic to America and to Chisago County.
He loved the lakes, the hills and the woodlands.
Sleep well, friend, for you were a friend to mankind.
It is the good things a man does for his fellowmen that lives after him; what weaknesses there may be are often interred with his bones,” is a paraphrase of Tennyson's poem that fits Charles J. Anderson exactly.
Charles J. Anderson or “Lilla Kulle” as he is known familiarly to hundreds of Lindstromites was small in stature but he was a giant in friendliness.
His purse was ever open, no matter how slim it became or how amply full it was. No one in trouble ever has his door slammed in their face, when they asked “Lilla Kulle”, for a bite or a dime.
Charles was so tremendous a loyal rooter during the halcyon period of Lindstrom's baseball glory period, when the local team was so Amazingly good that they even met and defeated the American Association Baseball Clubs, that his fame as a Lindstrom rooter spread far and wide.
On top of that, “Kulle,” in recent years, became a specialist in the raising of watermelons and did so well that he soon earned the justified title of “The Watermelon King.”
Now Taps has sounded for the friendly little gentleman
On the evening of Feb 14, while allegedly lighting a kerosene lamp in his home, a stroke must have seized him, during which, the lighted lamp crashed to the floor, sprinkling him with the flammable fluid. Unconscious from the seizure, the flames ran rampant through his clothes, and burned him. He was discovered by a neighbor, Arthur Olson, who was bringing him food, prepared by Mrs. Olson, because Charles had not been feeling well for several days. He was dead.
The final rites were held at the Grandstrand Funeral Chapel, Saturday afternoon. Pastor Gilbert Monson of the Chisago Lake Lutheran Church officiated. He was laid to rest in the Center City Cemetery.
Charles Anderson left no relative mourners. But he left a host of friends who knew his straight forward manner and his kindliness.
One seldom saw him in natty, bandbox attire but underneath his very plain dressing was a heart as big as a mountain.
The Press never failed to receive from him every year in the autumn, the choicest and the largest of the melons that he had raised with so much care.
Charles J. Anderson was born in Vastergotland, Sweden on November 6, 1873. Fifty two years ago he crossed the Atlantic to America and to Chisago County.
He loved the lakes, the hills and the woodlands.
Sleep well, friend, for you were a friend to mankind.
Feb 22, 1945 Chisago County Press
It is the good things a man does for his fellowmen that lives after him; what weaknesses there may be are often interred with his bones,” is a paraphrase of Tennyson's poem that fits Charles J. Anderson exactly.
Charles J. Anderson or “Lilla Kulle” as he is known familiarly to hundreds of Lindstromites was small in stature but he was a giant in friendliness.
His purse was ever open, no matter how slim it became or how amply full it was. No one in trouble ever has his door slammed in their face, when they asked “Lilla Kulle”, for a bite or a dime.
Charles was so tremendous a loyal rooter during the halcyon period of Lindstrom's baseball glory period, when the local team was so Amazingly good that they even met and defeated the American Association Baseball Clubs, that his fame as a Lindstrom rooter spread far and wide.
On top of that, “Kulle,” in recent years, became a specialist in the raising of watermelons and did so well that he soon earned the justified title of “The Watermelon King.”
Now Taps has sounded for the friendly little gentleman
On the evening of Feb 14, while allegedly lighting a kerosene lamp in his home, a stroke must have seized him, during which, the lighted lamp crashed to the floor, sprinkling him with the flammable fluid. Unconscious from the seizure, the flames ran rampant through his clothes, and burned him. He was discovered by a neighbor, Arthur Olson, who was bringing him food, prepared by Mrs. Olson, because Charles had not been feeling well for several days. He was dead.
The final rites were held at the Grandstrand Funeral Chapel, Saturday afternoon. Pastor Gilbert Monson of the Chisago Lake Lutheran Church officiated. He was laid to rest in the Center City Cemetery.
Charles Anderson left no relative mourners. But he left a host of friends who knew his straight forward manner and his kindliness.
One seldom saw him in natty, bandbox attire but underneath his very plain dressing was a heart as big as a mountain.
The Press never failed to receive from him every year in the autumn, the choicest and the largest of the melons that he had raised with so much care.
Charles J. Anderson was born in Vastergotland, Sweden on November 6, 1873. Fifty two years ago he crossed the Atlantic to America and to Chisago County.
He loved the lakes, the hills and the woodlands.
Sleep well, friend, for you were a friend to mankind.
It is the good things a man does for his fellowmen that lives after him; what weaknesses there may be are often interred with his bones,” is a paraphrase of Tennyson's poem that fits Charles J. Anderson exactly.
Charles J. Anderson or “Lilla Kulle” as he is known familiarly to hundreds of Lindstromites was small in stature but he was a giant in friendliness.
His purse was ever open, no matter how slim it became or how amply full it was. No one in trouble ever has his door slammed in their face, when they asked “Lilla Kulle”, for a bite or a dime.
Charles was so tremendous a loyal rooter during the halcyon period of Lindstrom's baseball glory period, when the local team was so Amazingly good that they even met and defeated the American Association Baseball Clubs, that his fame as a Lindstrom rooter spread far and wide.
On top of that, “Kulle,” in recent years, became a specialist in the raising of watermelons and did so well that he soon earned the justified title of “The Watermelon King.”
Now Taps has sounded for the friendly little gentleman
On the evening of Feb 14, while allegedly lighting a kerosene lamp in his home, a stroke must have seized him, during which, the lighted lamp crashed to the floor, sprinkling him with the flammable fluid. Unconscious from the seizure, the flames ran rampant through his clothes, and burned him. He was discovered by a neighbor, Arthur Olson, who was bringing him food, prepared by Mrs. Olson, because Charles had not been feeling well for several days. He was dead.
The final rites were held at the Grandstrand Funeral Chapel, Saturday afternoon. Pastor Gilbert Monson of the Chisago Lake Lutheran Church officiated. He was laid to rest in the Center City Cemetery.
Charles Anderson left no relative mourners. But he left a host of friends who knew his straight forward manner and his kindliness.
One seldom saw him in natty, bandbox attire but underneath his very plain dressing was a heart as big as a mountain.
The Press never failed to receive from him every year in the autumn, the choicest and the largest of the melons that he had raised with so much care.
Charles J. Anderson was born in Vastergotland, Sweden on November 6, 1873. Fifty two years ago he crossed the Atlantic to America and to Chisago County.
He loved the lakes, the hills and the woodlands.
Sleep well, friend, for you were a friend to mankind.
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