DPO Pequot Minnesota PostCard Talk Mary Katherine May

Sam's Resort on Lake Edna
Nisswa, Minnesota

PostCard Talk DPO Pequot, Minn.

There is a special place for me in Northern Minnesota which holds some of the best memories I have from the past.  This summer my husband and I were able to relive one of the memories when we stayed at Fritz's Resort in Nisswa, Minnesota, the property purchased from my Grandfather, Sam (Samuel, Simon) Wakaruk.  I think the best memories of the few times at Sam's Resort that I can recall due to my young age are when my brother and I would go down to the resort's dock on Lake Edna and feed dried bread crumbs that came out of a bag in the boathouse to the little sunnies and crappies that Grandpa Sam had trained the fish to expect. 

The resort, run now by Fritz's son and his family, is far different than when Sam maintained his 'fishing resort,' being mostly for campers, and I didn't mind that.  We did, however, stay in one of the original cabins, which mostly I also slept in as a young child.  The hospitality of the resort owners, Richard and Jane Geike, was helpful, kind, and friendly, and I think that even without having emotional ties to the place I would not hesitate to book another reservation.




Boathouse in 1951 at Sam's Resort
Sam Wakaruk walking along the shoreline of Lake Edna.



Same boathouse in 2012 at Fritz's Resort on Lake Edna
Nisswa, Minnesota

Uncle Tony and Uncle Ellis begin putting in the dock
at Sam's Resort on Lake Edna, Nisswa, Minnesota.

Just five miles north on Highway 371 is the town of Pequot Lakes, and the cabin on Sibley Lake where we spent a lot more time over many years, after my widowed mother married again.  There are so many good experiences that I can recall.  And though the old musty cabin is gone, along with its 'honeymoon' suite that had a window looking into the kitchen, a curtain for a door, and an ancient iron bed with mattress that leaned always to the middle, among the other family inside jokes, the memories that helped shape who we are today will live on.

Pequot Lakes is known for its water tower that looks like a bobber.  They still make up a huge kettle of baked beans, cooked buried in the ground for Bean Hole Day, and at least used to put on a great small town Fourth of July with parade, races, tall tales contest, and more.  Today the movie theater, where we would go to watch movies for uner 50 cents after walking the mile into town now houses the Pequot Lakes Historical Society.

Pequot Lakes in its early years was associated with a few other names according to Crow Wing County history: Frogtown, Sibley, and also the single word, Pequot.  The town may have usually been called Pequot Lakes, but in regard to postal history the town was simply, Pequot, until some time in 1940, which is when the 'Pequot' postmark ceased to exist, and was replaced by Pequot Lakes.  The day after the last cancel, Pequot became what is known as a DPO, or Dead Post Office. 

DPOs, as they are called, are an option for a topical postal collection.  You will find DPOs on envelopes and postcards.  I happen to prefer postcards with a clear postmark and message, with the photo being of equal or lesser importance.  For me, envelopes with letters inside, particularly what are called mourning covers, run a close second in interest, and overall I lean toward postals originating in a select group of Midwestern States.

Over the years I have accumulated a few DPOs, and just the other day I noticed in my collection a few Pequot, Minnesota, postmarks, which were in existence form 1896 to 1940.

First Island, Sibley Lake, Pequot, Minn. ca. 1910-1919

Here is First Island on Sibley Lake in what was then known only as Pequot.  And actually at that time the property around the lake where our cabin was located was outside of the town proper.  My recollection from rowing back and forth on the 3 mile long, narrow lake, is that there was one island only, and this island was in the approximate middle of the 3 miles outside of the bay where our cabin, then owned by my stepfather's father, was located.  This island, if it is the one island and by what I see it very well could be, was also known as Goat Island, for the fact that someone would remove their goat or goats to the island for the summer to feed on the vegetation--and without the worry of keeping the goat from wandering away.

Dear Monson--card received glad to hear from you again. 
Am at Pequot in a car started for Bemidji a week ago Saturday
but was called back when I reached Hackensack. 
Think I'll be up this week Thursday.  Love from C. Bergren.

The top speed of the average car in 1915 was around 40  to 45 miles per hour.  If our postcard writer, C. Bergren, was able to go the 80+ miles from Pequot to Bemidji on the two lane roads cleared through the pine forests in Northern Minnesota, that would a little over two hours.  We have no clear idea as to why Bergren returned south to Pequot from Hackensack, and that is a mystery for speculation--not enough gasoline to fuel the car the whole way and not a good place to buy more?  Was someone sick, or was there car trouble?  If there was car trouble, our writer might have gotten the car serviced in Pine River if the dealership there is that long standing, and then stayed in Pequot with a friend or family, not needing to pay for a hotel.  Was the writer a man, since it is more likely for a man to address someone by their last name.  If it was a man, it is not typical to sign off with 'Love' unless Miss Sophia was his sweetheart.

Addressed to Miss Sophia Monson, Bemidji, Minn.,  (Box 432)

It is interesting to note that Miss Sophia Monson has a post office box, since most towns in Northern Minnesota are smaller than what many people call a small town.  The 1910 census shows Bemidji as having a population of approximately 5,000 people, then as now the largest town in the northern portion of the state.

Though the date is not completely present, the year may be 1912 because of the stamped line at the lower edge of the number one.  The month begins with an A, and I am speculating that the date is April 22, not August 22.

Lastly, the photograph over time has maintained good color, yet the lake is either still covered with a coat of ice, which is possible, or the water has been enhanced in some way. A close up of this type was either taken from a boat or with a zoom lens--were there zoom lenses in 1912? 

This article written by Mary Katherine May of QualityMusicandBooks.com.



1937 Bjork Letter PostCard Talk

PostCard Talk

Presented by Mary Katherine May
of QualityMusicandBooks.com

The second letter I present here before returning to postcards originated in Sweden.  I found it in an old Bible that came to me along with a few other books.  In another instance, in a group of books given to me by a friend, I found a letter from her deceased husband--which, of course, I returned to her.  For this reason, I recommend when asked to either purchase or accept books my recommendation that people leaf through them before showing them to me.

This letter was written in 1937, with all but a few lines the Swedish language.  We might assume reasonably that the recipient was located in the United States of America since here is where the Bible is located, in the state of Minnesota.  Unfortunately, because of my lack of Swedish language knowledge, my translation performed through Google Translate is at the worst extremely rough and at best somewhat close to what is literally present.

There is a sadness here for the separation that appears to have been complete for quite some time.  The author may have been in mourning or been in a depression, but still the writing implies a loneliness and sorrow over the fact that family communication is broken.  The recipient is not a distant relative, but an uncle.  There are separations among family members which occur that are not of our own choosing, and learning how to deal with them can be stressful and long time process.

The last line of the letter, written in broken English, really sums up the tone of the letter. I never will forget your girl and all of your other children.

Sollerön March 15 1937

Dear Uncle and Relatives….!

It is now a long time since we heard anything from me, maybe even a long time since you heard anything from that place where you have grown up and lived until your young sentencing days. I probably would have written for, but it's so hard not to believe that you are forgotten by us here on the island though it nests so watch out, after which I have not written to you in such a long time. Here it is now, as in other basins, new genera come to, and the old shall, mulling, down behind were old church, where we all a bunch of locals will end up. So I receive hereby tell of for you, that your sister, my mother,  now in these days have stopped his lifetime, So I may conclude with these simple rows announce you the sad nyket [news?], even is my father very sick, so we believe that even can die when sooner, the better. They have lived the sum man over 71 years, mother would turn 92 years on March 17,  mother ended their March 11, 1937.  Peace to her memory.

My father in law, parents, and so live still further, my father in law of Daniel Marten Jönsson has filled its 90 years, even my mother in law is on the 85th. But they, however, is healthy and well.

As you can see, you are now the only remaining of your Syrkon, for now, as I hope, these lines meet you in good health and cheerful mood, I do not know someone, address mi to Mrs. Annie Viberg, have not heard anything from them for years, so on you will be hard address, if you wanted to be nice and tell them that their aunt is now dead.

I will send your oll may bast gretings hops you soon wrieth to me.

I will send you all my best greetings.  Hope you will soon write to me.

I neaver forget your girl and your all oader cildrings.

I never [will] forget your girl and all [of] your other children.

Write once [soon?]

P. Bjork
Sollerön [Sweden]



Loved Lizzie Letter Dated December 28th 1856

Loved Lizzie

December 28th, 1856

on PostCard Talk

 

Presented by Mary Katherine May of QualityMusicandBooks.com

My thoughts about the letter.

On this posting I leave postcards for a moment to present a letter from 1856 so sweetly written to Loved Lizzie.  I know that this letter didn't come to me for free, though I cannot remember what it cost, and also the ink was faded at time of purchase though a little less so.  I recall that for some reason the letter then (whenever then, was), as it does now, struck me as particularly and softly senitmental.  Lizze is away, though we don't know where, or for what reason, or for how long.

I think, how wonderful the day would become if I received a letter in the post with such an endearing salutation.  If I was tired or sad or unhappy, to begin my morning activities by reading in my letter the bright, cheery greeting from someone I was close to in relationship and loved dearly,would surely make even a dark, cloudy sky seem joyous.

The letter from Lizzie's aunt is conversational and chatty.  A new baby named Louis Emerson just arrived, renovation of a church sanctuary, a good sermon heard, a marriage joke about how much Lizzie is adored.  A weekend guest named Emmah has gone home.   Francis is terribly ill but by the time of the post script a little better, and there is an upcoming party to celebrate the new year tonight at Wm. Whit's.  We can only speculate as to who the three men were that Lizzie lived with, since for certain in 1856 it wasn't just four random boarders living together with only one woman in the group.

It is truly a shame that ink is so faded, and that without input from a person who has intimate knowledge about the family of which Lizzie was a member it will be virtually impossible to specifically identify the who, what, when, where and how details of her life.  And perhaps that is just as well, since the imagination can make those who might have been absolutely ordinary, and not saying that Lizzie was ordinary in any way, light up like a bright, shiny star.

The names and clues:

Lizzie -- letter recipient

Rev. J.P. Lloyd -- there was a pastor by this name at the time of this letter's writing in Ohio.

Louis Emerson -- newborn boy

Emmah -- weekend guest

Frances -- sick with lung fever

Wm. Whit's --home where New Year party was to be held.

W.E.R. letter writer, Lizzie's aunt

Sylvester -- a person who lives with W.E.R.?

The letter came from Denmark --the country?  a city or town in the U.S.A

Denmark Dec 28^th /’56

Loved Lizzie

I now attempt to reply to your very kind letter which was received on Friday last.  Happily I have found the pen and paper on which to fasten my valuable thoughts but am inclined to think that neither pen nor thoughts will be very well executed.  I did truly think of charging you with gross neglect and felt almost like exclaiming in emphatic tones awake thou that sleepest arouse from the lethargy in which thou art indulging and answer or reply to your letter.

I feel quite solemn and sedate for me today, having been to church and heard Rev. J. P. Lloyd deliver a sermon from Nehemiah, relative to the rebuilding of the wall of Jerusalem, an excellent one it was to.  The Presbyterians are refitting their church inside by papering the wall, tareing away the brest-work elevated two of the back seats and placing the brest-work in front, turned the steps fronting the doors, painted the windows green, trimed the stand with velvet, purchased four new lamps, and intend to paint the seats this week.  And so the improvements increase in the land of your nativity. 

Sylvester is home today.   Emmah came home last Friday evening she made me a call Saturday and returned Sabbath day.  As for presenting the teacher with a kiss I must be excused.  But will give you liberty to do so by his granting you permission.  I should truly have thought you a bride ere this, inasmuch as you board with three young gents, if I had been a young man I would have married you long ago.  But I had forgotten to tell the news, don’t you think I am aunt to one of the pretty’est little boys in the county he is two weeks old and his name Louis Emerson.  I should like to have a good social chat with you were it convenient.  But we must part awhile a few short months, th’o short they will be without thy dear society but yet we must endure.  And our love will be the fonder after parting it will grow more intense in your absence and again burn with a tender glow when you dear Lib return.

Thursday morning 1857.

I wish you a happy new year, but Lib tis with a heavy heart I renew my writing.  Francis is very sick a heavy attack of the lung fever Dr says he will probabl(y) be sick some time.  I have no time to write more neighbor in general quite well.  Please except the best wishes of a friend.  Write as soon as you receive in great haste.

W E R

Francis is a little easier than he was yesterday and last night.  New Years party this evening at Wm Whit’s.

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