Earl Dishaw was at Pearl Harbor 61 years ago

Lin Dishaw, Larry's wife, posted this photo of Uncle Earl on Facebook. I've never seen this photo before and wanted to share it with all of you! Thank you Lin!

Earl Dishaw during World War II

I know we have other photos of family members who served during this war -- Lloyd, Bill and Kenneth. If others would like to share their photos, or others, we would love to see them.

From the Wednesday, October 15, 1958 Ironwood Daily Globe, Ironwood, Michigan

The following relatives visited recently at the David DeVowe home, Mrs. Teckla Lundwall, Mrs. Margaret Schubert and son, Roger, Mr. and Mrs. L. Lundwall and family, Mr. and Mrs. W. Curtis and family, Stambaugh, and Mr. and Mrs. Earl Dishaw and family of Flat Rock.

(Does anyone have photos?)

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

And this from Roger:

Happy Thanksgiving. We miss all of you!

Our best,

Roger & Karen

Daisy Samuelson obituary from the Newspaper 

Falu Kuriren, Falun. Sweden

Daisy Samuelson in Minneapolis has died 8 November 2012 at the age of 94 years.

Related

Daisy Samuelson in Mora Costume, in a photo from 1997 when Vasaloppet in Mora, Minnesota, 25-årsjubilerade (25 years jubilee?). The Chief Sheri Douglas, left.

Photographer: Lars-Erik Klockar

She had roots in Litullgården in District Heritage on Sollerön and Hold Farm in Langlet Mora was born February 12, 1918 in America Dalarna, Isanti County, Minnesota, where she grew up on a farm.

It founded her interest in Sweden and the Swedish-American heritage and where she learned to speak Swedish and Dalarna by their grandparents. Their exodus took place in 1870 (the grandparents with three small children) and 1882 (grandparents and my grandfather's mother) and it was fascinating to hear Daisy 140 years later using their old language with many words and expressions that have long since gone out of use in Sweden .

As long as she could she worked voluntarily at the American Swedish Institute, where they often found her in the kitchen, where the cakes were baked for Christmas sales and midsummer celebrations and tempted visitors to the coffee house.

It was important to keep the Swedish traditions and in the Institute's women's guild, Idun Guild, she was an active member, as well as in the Twin Cities Dala compound, where she spread comfort around her at the monthly meetings and directed the table setups at Swedes' Day at Minnehaha Park every summer.

She was a good PR woman for Sweden, where she received visitors in her great grandmother’s costume. At Dala Days at the American Swedish Institute in spring 1998, which became a festive event with many participants from different parts of our landscape, she was one of the hostesses.

Daisy will be missed by many friends in Swedish circuits out there that one of the last among traditional carriers. She was proud of her origins and Dalarna had a special place in her heart.

Daisy was the widow of Mora emigrant Erick Samuelson with roots in Langlet and Utmeland.

written by Margaretha Hedblom

A tidbit from the past

Found this in a search for something else:

From the Daily Globe Newspaper, October 11, 1945, Ironwood, Michigan

The following people spent the weekend at the home of Mr. and Mrs. David DeVowe, Mr. and Mrs. Walter Lundwall of Iron River, Mr. and Mrs. Ward Lundwall daughter Nancy and Donald Backstrom of St. Paul, Minnesota, and Mrs. Oscar Lundwall and son Marlin of Stambaugh.

I don't remember this particular visit or what the occasion was, but we spent a lot of time in Trout Creek!

Daisy Samuelson

For those of you who met or remember my father's companion, Daisy Samuelson, Daisy died on Thursday evening, November 8th. Following is her obituary:

Daisy Samuelson Age 94 of Minneapolis. Preceded in death by husband, Erick and friend, Ward Lundwall. Longtime member Idun Guild of A.S.I. Survived by daughters, Karin (David) Derfler and Karol (Bob) Underwood; 3 grandchildren, Lisa (Paul) Linder, Jennifer (Chris) Charbonneau, Matthew (Jeni) Underwood; 3 great-granddaughters, Katie Linder, Ana Underwood and Megan (Brandon) Zachman. Private family graveside at Fort Snelling National Cemetery.

Reflections on elections,  

I remember Grandma telling me she was over 30 before women could vote.

I remember Aunt Nancy telling me how when Social Security was enacted, her father told her to make sure she signed up for it immediately. She was always grateful for both Social Security and Medicare – and how grateful we were for Social Security after he was disabled and unable to work. 

I remember how grateful I was when I turned 65 and had Medicare – affordable health insurance and health care I believed nobody could take away from me any more. I just went through weeks of choosing supplemental health insurance and it was an agonizing decision trying to choose just the right one. I can't imagine being 10 to 15 years older, talking with sales reps, reading through insurance booklets, trying to make a fair and balanced decision on private health insurance policy to be paid for with a voucher.

I remember when women were paid less than 65 cents an hour for every dollar an hour men were paid. Why? At the time I thought I knew why -- their jobs were harder (the miners, the construction workers, the police, the firemen, the laborers in our world). But I worked in an office, doing the same kind of work as the men, working the same hours, with the same education, and they made more money than I did. I trained many of the men I worked for. Aunt Nancy asked the same question when she found out the men she worked with made more money than she did, and she was told "He is a man, and you are a woman." Aunt Nan told her boss that "I can wear pants too!"

I remember when women with college degrees were asked how fast they could type – the only degrees that were useful for women were teaching and nursing degrees – and very few women were accepted into medical schools. A girl's best job preparation at the time was taking typing and shorthand. Most men just needed a high school diploma. 

I remember Nancy telling me that Grandma told her she was going to be Teacher of the Deaf. Nancy wanted to be a stenographer, the most respected job for a woman at the time.

I remember in 1955 when a female relative married and could no longer hold her job at the power company because of their "policy". 

I remember when women were "let go" from jobs when they were 4 or 5 months pregnant, and there was no such thing as maternity leave. 

I remember being asked during a job interview if I intended to have more children and what my childcare plans were.

I remember when women at 3M received tuition refund only for classes that pertained to their current job, but men were offered tuition refund to work on degrees that would give them promotions. Thanks to the women’s movement and updated policies, I also was given tuition refunds for both a 4-year degree, followed by a Master’s degree. 

I remember when a good friend almost died from a “back-alley” abortion when we were 15 and in the 9^th grade. She didn't finish high school because of her "bad reputation." There were no consequences for the boy who got her pregnant. 

I remember when girls who got pregnant weren't allowed to finish high school.

I remember when modern birth control wasn’t offered yet and I had 4 children in my first six years of marriage.  None of these births were covered by medical insurance (we couldn't afford medical insurance). 

I remember when tubal ligations were neither offered, and certainly not covered by insurance, for women who decided they had had enough babies.

I remember being helped by Planned Parenthood.  Thanks to them I received one of the first six IUD’s offered in Minnesota, shortly after my last baby was born, at a nominal cost.

What do you remember? What laws enacted have benefited you? What President made the biggest impact on your life? What are you grateful for? How does your life story compare to your children's and your grandchildren's life today.

How far we've come since our ancestors made the choice for "coming to America!"

If you would like to share your thoughts in a posting with us, please send this in an attachment to an email (or just in an email) with "Time Will Tell" as the subject to nanr@aol.com. 

Have a wonderful day while I "wait and see" -- Time Will Tell.