Friday, February 27, 2009
MAKIN' THINGS HAPPEN
Again I commend the pioneers who went about their business despite the weather. In the dead of winter business meetings and gatherings continued to happen.
There were, in 1931, two churches in the Rosewood area. One was the Mission Church and the other the Rindal Lutheran. The Mission Church was started by Reverend Olaf A Anderson. It was sold and became a carpenter shop. Rindal continues to function as a gathering place in the spring for cleaning and the cemetery is well maintained.
From the Times we learned that a business meeting of the Rindal congregation was held at the Selmer Haugen home last Friday evening to discuss church plans for the coming year. A proposition was aired to bid on the hall building in Rosewood, and which is now for sale, for use as a meeting place, but opposition tabled this proposition. A committee consisting of Charlie Sagmoen, Otto Saugen, and Emil Anderson was appointed to investigate possible costs if the church should be moved to a more favorable location. Opinion varied to the most desirable site was varied as a few wished the church moved to the intersection of Rosewood Road and Highway D, while others favored Rosewood as the most suitable place. A free 50 foot front location has been offered the committee, if the church should be move into Rosewood.
While the Lutherans were considering moving their church to Rosewood, the Swedish Young Peoples Society of the mission church, (in town), met for a program of musical numbers, including the string band. It was announced the sermon for Sunday would be "Is There a Second Chance After Death?"
Gust Opseth went to St. Paul on to visit his sister Mrs. Roy Skinner. It is wondered by the author of this blog if he was in attendance to the mixed carload of stock that was shipped to South St. Paul.
Which church did Even Anderson belong to? Who prayed for him when he was very ill and still bed ridden at the time of this writing?
What is it about our nature that brings us to pages were information includes the simplest of things like what people are eating, how they are feeling, where they are going, and how they are inner acting with others? But we ARE interested and we DO have curious spirits and opinions.
We like to know who died, birthed, moved, visited, churched, got drunk, and what ever else. I can hear and see my mother. Licking finger as she scrambled through the local paper, "Well, I wonder who got picked up." Meaning of course, the police blotter in the paper.
It is the same curiosity and opinion that makes me wonder why the retired mail man across the street decided to chose a cold February day to have his house roofed and sided and watching the laborers tear off the old shingles and siding and toss them on the ground because the dump truck was full and left. Yet, I am grateful the wind has let up and the roof is free from ice and snow as I watch them lay the paper down before applying the new shingles. And I am annoyed because they parked their trailer a good 18" from the curb and partially blocked the east of us lady's driveway. I find a fascination in watching the roofers expedite the tarping process with a nail gun while I remember how Noah, on bended knee, managed to shoot a nail into the side of his leg and come out in the calf and how the guys carried him off the roof and took him to the hospital in the bed of a pick up because his leg was nailed together.
Although I get poopy about my sweet Thomas playing question and answer in his head, I do the same thing. Just as the multiple ideas regarding the moving of the Rindal Church and the different songs which may have been requested when the string band, led by Lloyd P Anderson, played for the Swedish Young People Society.
Most of us like trivia. Most of us grasp unto information that we may never need. Churches still have meetings and special events. This takes people to make it work. Agreements have to be made, someone has to compromise. Like the mailman's house, it take a crew to get things done.
Appreciate your part, even if you aren't the BMOC, (big man on campus).
Making burgers, want yours rare or well done?