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Teresa Ingeborg Utgaard from Trondal, Norway. Teresa was born May 9, 1886 and died at the age of 58 years after a six week illness. She died from Encephalitis. She married Jonas Dravland, son of Ole, in 1904. Jonas, born August 26, 1882 and died at the ripe old age of 81 on March 22, 1963.
Teresa was the daughter of Issac Utgaard, son of Anfin, and Thora Bartnes, 1849-1909, from Beitstad, Norway.
The following is a part of the Utgaard Relationship:
Issac and Thora Utgaard had five children. Arne, the oldest, lived on the Heggesbeck Farm and he had two daughters, Magnhild, born 1895 and Inga born 1904. Magnhild married Arne Westerhus and he took the name of the farm, Heggesbeck, which he took over when Arne Utgaard retired.
The Westerhus family members are Magne and his wife, Aase, live in Steinkjer, Norway; Eldbjorg who lives with her parents, is a secretary and walks with a cane because of a bout with polio; Arnuf and his wife, Mary live on the farm and share the home with his parents. Arnuf and Mary have three children: Ola Maurten, Arnstein, and Anne Marite.
The second son of Issac and Thora, Olaf, Married Hilma Munkeby and they had two sons, Inge and Johan. Olaf died in September, 1944 after being imprisoned by the Nazi's in June. Johan's wife Ruth was Head Nurse in the Red Cross Hospital in Trondheim, Norway. Ruth and Hilma went to the hotel, which was the headquarters for the Nazi occupying forces, to beg for permission to put Olaf in the Hospital. Inge was also a prisoner, but Johan had gone into the mountains to wait out the occupation. Johan came to the hospital and Ruth dressed him as a medical doctor and he was able to see his father before he died. Hilma lived till the 1980s.
Johan and Ruth have three children: Anne-Helene, Ragnhild, and Berndt. Anne-Helene served at a Norwegian mission in Ecuador and now lives in Oslo. The other two children are married and there are several grandchildren. Johan who was involved with international trade after WW11, and dealt a great deal with Germans said he felt no bitterness until he retired.
The second son of Olaf, Inge, also was a prisoner of the Nazi's and still bares the marks of beatings on his thighs. He has a family and has a painting business in Trondheim. Johan worked for the City of Trondheim and was a dignified, 'gray flannel suit' type who walked down the street swinging his cane.
Arn's second daughter, Inga, married Maurius Bredesmo and they have a daughter Liv who is married, has a son and a daughter, and lives in Steinkjer.
Peter Utgaard, the third son of Issac and Thora, was married to Olga Bardal, known as Bartness in Norway. They had five children: Sigfred, Thelma, Irene, Morris, and Wanda.
Mother and Dad had all kinds of ways to get a few dollars. Dad did barbering for the local boys at 25 cents a head. Most paid the price but if they couldn't pay at the time he still cut their hair. I don't suppose he kept track of those that couldn't pay.
He also had a feed grinder set up behind the granary which was behind the house. The farmers would shovel their grain into a hopper above the mill and as it went through the grinder they would shovel it back into their wagon. Dads International 15-30 tractor would provide the power to the mill.
Dad also had a fanning mill to clean the grain before seeding. The mill was sometimes placed in the loft of the barn over a hole that was used for letting straw down to the cattle below. This area would be swept out and a truck or wagon placed in the barn below this hole. The grain with weed and other unwanted seed would be placed in the hopper on the mill. There was a crank on the side which had to be turned to clean the grain. The clean grain would fall through the hole into the wagon below and the trash would come out the back and shoveled aside.
One time when one of the Sjule boys(I believe it was Ray)were using this facility, Vernon was playing in the straw above this area. Of course the expected happened and he slid down the pile of straw carrying a lot of it with him right into the hole for the clean grain. Ray didn't say anything, he just cleaned up the mess as well as he could and then said, 'I'm going to make you my hired man'. He most likely gave him something to do to keep him out of the way.
Mother had here business as well. Besides raising chickens to help feed the family she had a big garden, just south of the house, which could be irrigated from the well by the barn. She also raised turkeys. She had from fifty to one hundred turkeys each year. They were mainly raised to sell. Mother and Dad, and as many kids as they could round up, would herd these turkeys through the wheat fields to eat grasshoppers. The crops were yielding so poorly, only two to five bushels an acre. What didn't dry out the gophers or grasshoppers would destroy. So the turkeys did double duty, they would eat some grasshoppers and mother would ship the turkeys to market.
I remember one year the turkeys were to be shipped to Minneapolis. The main butchering was done in the yard. When all the feathers were removed the birds were washed and taken into the house to have all the small pin feathers removed. Then a paper sack was placed over their head and birds were placed on the stairs leading to the upstairs. This was always done in the fall so that it was cold outside and the doors to the house and upstairs windows would be open so that a cold draft going up the stairwell would cool the turkeys. They were packed in wood barrels that had very thin staves. The barrels were first be lined with brown paper and a layer of salt placed in the bottom. Then a layer of turkeys and more salt, followed by more paper and salt. This was kept up till the barrel was full. Then the lid was placed on it and labeled and placed on the train in Carbury on its way to Minneapolis. Sometimes mother didn't get enough for the turkeys to pay for the shipment.
