The
following was written by John Oliver Thorson who was a
Grandson of John and Ida
O'Neil THE JOHN O'
NEIL FAMILY This is the story, as far as
I know it,
of the John O'Neil family who settled near Inkster,
Grand Forks County, Dakota
Territory, about the year 1881.The head of the family
was one John O'Neil, who
was born near Valparaiso, Indiana, on April 15, 1853.
His mother died when he
was two years old, and his father left him, never to
be heard of again. Both
parents were born in Ireland, UK, and were of the
Roman Catholic faith. Little
John was taken by his uncle, Dennis O'Brien, his
mother's brother, where he
lived until he was six years of age. At this age, he
was taken into the home of
a man by the name of Syfers,
with whom,
he remained until he was 14 years of age. He then went
to live with a family by
the name of Howells, where he remained only a short
time. He said that before
he left, the family would sit down for supper, and
they had a son grandpa's age
by the name of Sammy, and that the plates were dished
up only once for each,
excepting the mother would ask the son, Sammy, "Sammy,
would you like
another piece of bread". She would not ask John that,
and he was hungry
and soon left to be on his own. Also, the Civil War
being on during these early
years, he tried to enlist as a "drummer boy" at age
13, but was not
accepted. John O'Neil had only one
sister who was
eight years his senior. They never lived together
after their mother's death,
and knew little of one another. Her name was Maggie
O'Neil. She was raised
Roman Catholic and was married to a man by the name of
John Doyle, who was a
railroad man out of Rochester, Minnesota. The family
lived in Sleepy Eye,
Minnesota, where Maggie died about 1890. She had only
one son, James Doyle, who
never married. Apparently there was not much intimacy
between the families, as
Mrs. John O'Neil stated that Maggie was out to the
O'Neil farm but once. John O'Neil told me as a boy
he moved
west, earning his own way after he was 14 years old.
He talked of having worked
in Wisconsin as a farmhand. While he was in Wisconsin,
he worked for a farmer
with 100 milk cows. He and another hired hand had to
milk these animals by hand
twice daily. He said they would just finish the first
milking and then they
would have to begin over again. I asked him how long
he lasted, and he said one
week. He said his cords in his arms became so sore
that he could no longer use
his hands. Another thing he told me was how to tie a
loose bundle from a grain
binder. He learned that in Wisconsin, too, having
worked behind the old
McCormick binder, before they had perfected the knotter
on the binder. The binder would cut the Grain and drop
the bundles on the
ground, after which the farmhands came along, tied the
bundles and put them in
shocks to dry prior to threshing. There seems to be quite a
space of time
between the early years when he was in Wisconsin, and
the later period which I
shall mention. Grandpa told me about being on the
Custer Battlefield three
months after the Custer Massacre in June, 1876. Later,
in talking to his son,
John Leland O'Neil, it was established that John
O'Neil had driven a mule team
for General Miles at that time. General Miles, who has
an excellent
autobiography, came to Dakota Territory shortly after
the Massacre to punish
the Indians responsible, which they did by attacking
the Indian camps in the
dead of winter. I asked Leland why grandfather had not
been a U.S. soldier at
that time, and he said grandpa had told him that the
soldiers only got $20.00
per month and their board, and had to walk, while he
got $80.00 per month and
board, and could ride on the wagon. At approximately
the same time, he was in
the Black Hills for the gold rush of that time, and he
saw Wild Bill Hickok and
Calamity Jane in Deadwood, DT. He also told of an
athletic meet they had in the
Black Hills then, and he took part, and won the hop,
skip and jump event. I can
believe that as he had extremely long legs for his
size. He also talked about
the party he was in having been chased by hostile
Indians, who never caught up
with them. Some
time
later, he took up railroad construction. One of my
aunts, Margaret Elizabeth (Maggie) Johnson, said he
began working on the old
Manitoba railway right-of-way at Crookston, Minnesota,
and was employed until
the railway was completed to Larimore, DT. About 1881,
he was section foreman
for the Great Northern Railway Company's construction
of the main line from
Grand Forks to Larimore, DT. His home was in the first
Section �house in
Larimore, where he had 100 track laborers under him.
He had to feed them, and
Sarah Jane Sanderson was his housekeeper and cook. In
July 1881, he homesteaded
in the Southeast Quarter (SE1/4) of Section
Twenty-three (23), Township One
Hundred Forty�-four (144) North, Range Fifty-six (56)
West in Elkmount
Township, Grand Forks County, DT, which was
between 20 and 25 miles from Larimore. The United
States Patent was issued to
John O�Neil on May 15, 1883, and was recorded July 13,
1889 at 5:00 P.M. in
Grand Forks County, DT. John O'Neil met Ida Emily
Sanderson at
Thompson (near Grand Forks). At that time, her mother
was his housekeeper and
cook in the Section-house in Larimore. They were
married in Larimore, DT, on
April 3, 1882.Ida O'Neil went to the homestead in Elkmount
Township almost immediately after the marriage. Her
father, Stauts
Sanderson, built the frame home in the SW corner of
their homestead. It was a
shack of two rooms, and the trip to the farm was made
by oxen with their small
belongings on the oxcart, and the young bride of 16
walking the 20-odd miles to
the claim. No crop was planted in 1882. The building
of the claim shack and the
breaking of the first sod seemed to have occupied
their time. The first crop
was planted to break the virgin soil for John, who
continued to work on the
railroad. They planted 26 acres and the crop was a
complete loss when the same
was hailed out. Ida O'Neil related that John wished to
give up the claim after
their loss, but she refused to leave the farm and
remained there until her
death in 1952. Ida Emily Sanderson was born
near Seaforth, Ontario,
Canada, on February 18, 1866. Her
parents were Stauts
Sanderson, who was born near
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, in 1832 of
Scotch-Holland-Dutch origin, and Sarah Jane
Latta, who were married
near Seaforth
in 1864. They migrated to the United States, coming to
Crookston, Minnesota, in
1879, when Ida was 13-1/2 years of age. The children
in the family were: Ida;
Ed Sanderson, born in Seaforth
in 1866 (Ida's twin),
and died in Larimore in 1886, and is buried in a
protestant cemetery there; Chauncy
L. Sanderson, born in 1870 at London, Ontario,
Canada, and died in British Columbia, Canada in 1942.
"Uncle Chance"
as we used to call him, came to the Thomas Thorson
home in Minot on several
occasions. He was a heavy cigarette smoker and was
passing through going from
North Dakota to Saskatchewan, Canada. He was a veteran
in the Canadian Armed
Force in World War I, 1914-1918, and was reputed to
have taken part in some of
the heaviest fighting in Europe, but came out of the
war without a scratch. He
went to Scotland after the war, married a Scotch
lassie and went to British
Columbia and lived there until his death in 1942. A
search of the Benson County
Register of Deeds records in North Dakota shows that Chauncy
L. Sanderson filed on, the Northwest Quarter (NWl/4)
of Section Twenty-four (24) in Township One Hundred
Fifty-five (155) North, in
Range Seventy-three (73) West by recorded Receiver's
Receipt (Devils Lake
office) dated September 10, 1901, and recorded in Book
RRA, page 138, for
$200.00, and recorded United States Patent to such
land in Book B, Page 79, on
August 18, 1902. Land later lost through Sheriff's
Deed (foreclosed for $150.00
mortgage). Charley Sanderson, born in 1872, (record in
1885 Dakota Territorial
Census) in London, Ontario, Canada, who came to the
United States and lived
with his parents. On May 1, 1901, he filed on the
South Half of the Northeast
Quarter (S1/2NE1/4), and North Half of the Southeast
Quarter (N1/2SElj4),
Section Twenty �two (22) in Township One Hundred
Fifty-six (156) North, of
Range Seventy-two (72) West in RR A, Page 121, in
Benson County, ND, on May 6,
1901, at 4:OU P.M. for $200.00, and United States
Patent to such land filed
March 17, 1903, in Book B of Patents, Page 6, and
Sheriff's Deed to such land
was issued April 21, 1903, to the Winona Savings Bank,
Winona, Minnesota. Uncle
Charles, as he was known in our home in my early
youth, returned to Canada and
farmed near Willow Bunch, Saskatchewan, Canada, the
remainder of his life. Not
much is known. Further, as to Ida's father, Stauts
Sanderson, although for years I was under the
impression that he had a claim near
Larimore, I find that his claim to land was in Benson
County, DT, in Aurora
Township, described as the Northeast Quarter (NEl/4)
of Section Twenty-five (25), in Township One Hundred
Fifty-two (152), in Range
Sixty-eight (68) West, by recorded Receivers Receipt
Vol. 9, Page 96, $200.00
paid and filed July 10, 1885, at 2:00 P.M., entry
number 1172, and later United
States Patent issued to Stauts
Sanderson recorded
9:00 A.M., May 18,1889. They lost the farm through
Sheriff's Deed dated July
19, 1887, to foreclose a mortgage dated July 8, 1885,
given by Stauts Sanderson
and Sarah Jane Sanderson, his wife, for
$400.00. Sold for $511.03 and recorded July 21, 1887
at 1:00 P.M..
Stauts Sanderson was a
carpenter by trade and seemed
to have spent most of his life in Dakota Territory at
that trade. He was on his
claim in Benson County when the Dakota Territorial
Census was taken in 1885,
and is listed thereon as age 52 (see such in Number
11, Supervisor District No.
2, Enumeration District No. 41, Schedule 1, Space 30
and 31). He died in 1886
and is buried in the Dodge Cemetery near Inkster, ND.
Sarah Jane Sanderson,
after the death of her husband in 1886, was living in
Benson County. I have
found no marriage certificate showing she was married
to one William Tough, a
farmer a few miles east of Rugby, ND, but I did find a
recorded entry in the
office of the Register of Deeds of Benson County, ND,
showing an entry at Book
C, page 343, where on November 19, 1898, Sarah Jane
Tough quit-claim deeded the
NW1/4, Section 9, 156 North, Range 72 West to William
B. Tough for $300.00 and
filed January 13, 1899 at 1:00 P.M. Little is known
about my great grandmother
Sanderson, except that I remember as a small boy that
Ida O'Neil stopped at the
Thomas Thorson residence on her way to Canada to visit
her mother who had taken
a claim near Willow Bunch, Saskatchewan, south of
Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan.
Also, she most likely wanted to visit her namesake,
Ida Emily, who was living
with Sarah Jane on the claim. Stories I remember about
the hard times they had
on this Canadian claim were to the effect that when
they ran short of meat,
they would catch gophers. They were living 30 miles
from town and had to rely
on their neighbors to bring them supplies, which
apparently was rather
infrequent. I have tried to have my aunt Ida recite
some of the facts concerning this period of her life,
but she is reticent to
discuss it, saying "she was quite a person". Ida
returned to the John
O'Neil farm around 1917, after being in Canada for
seven years. Ida O'Neil was
supposed to have been criticized for "giving away" her
child by
letting her go to live with Sarah Jane in her old age,
but I always considered
it a kindly act by a daughter to her aged mother.
Sarah Jane was supposed to
have died of cancer about 1920, and is buried in the
Willow Bunch Cemetery. For
a detailed genealogy of the Latta
family, so far as
it is known, see "family tree" to come elsewhere. ******************************************* Now, as
to some of the
physical characteristics of John O'Neil. He was a man over six feet in height,
straight in carriage, and
well-built and handsome in appearance in his younger
years; and later in life,
distinguished by his well preserved physique. Most of
my recollections are of
his later years, from his age 60 to 70. He was then in
good health, robust,
ruddy of complexion, tall and straight with only a
slight stoop at the
shoulders. He had no scars or lost members of his
body. His hair was white and
fairly thick, even at that age. His eyes were blue and
his facial features of
the sharp, well-shaped kind. He wore a short,
well-clipped mustache, and on
most days was well dressed when I knew him. He rode in
a buggy around the farm,
doing his work of managing the farm. The heavy work
was done at that time by his
son, John Leland and hired help, of which I became one
at an early age - 8 or
9. John O'Neil was a man of quick temper. If anything
displeased him, he was
prone to let one know on the spot. A couple of
examples that happened to me, or
which I saw: One time, my brother, Orrin Thorson, 18
months younger than I, had
been told by Grandpa O'Neil to fix a fencepost that
was down. It was dry out
that summer, and we got the post out but the hand
powered posthole digger did
not go down to make the hole like it should have.
Grandpa came over and bawled
us out and Orrin "sassed back" at him and Grandpa took
him by the arm
and shook him. I grabbed the digger and made a great
show of digging. Needless
to say, we were both frightened. Another time, Grandpa
had a cow "in
heat" and asked us to lead the cow over to the McManus
farm, about a mile
away for service. The cow lead
nicely until she was
getting away from the O'Neil land, and then she
dragged us young lads into the
ditch and headed for the barn. Grandpa came along
about that time, grabbed an
old fence post lying nearby, and hit the cow one blow
across the horns, and we
had no further trouble leading her over to the McManus
farm and back. Another
time, a neighbor named Blackhead came into the O'Neil
yard and complained to
Grandpa that one of his calves was in the Blackhead
wheat, across the fence to
the north of the house. An argument ensued. Finally, I
saw Grandpa remove his
suit coat (he was ready to go to Fordville)
and
handed it to me and said "I never saw a Norwegian yet
that I couldn't
lick", and took after Blackhead, who instantly turned
and ran out of the
yard unto the road with Grandpa in full pursuit. When
he let you know of his
displeasure, there was no mistake as to what he meant.
However, he was quick to
forgive and forget. He was a man of great
character. His word
was his bond. He had the respect of his neighbors and
business associates. He
never mortgaged his real property at any time during
his life and did not want
his family to do such a thing after his death. His
wishes in this regard were
always respected. During his early years on the farm,
he was prone to
occasionally "drink to excess", but when Uncle Leland
was born on
October 13, 1897, he took
the oath and never drank
again. He was an excellent boss of people and a keen
judge of human nature. I
know little of his work habits when he was first on
the farm, as he was past
that stage of his life when I grew up big enough to
know him. My mother, Dora
Mable, stated that she always worked with him in the
barns and in the fields
when she was a girl and a young lady, and they worked
together with good
success. Mother liked to work with and for John
O'Neil. All farm work was done
during those years with horses for power. Grandpa had
a two-bottom gangplow using
five horses, and occasionally a sulky plow (16") with
three horses. The year that I was 9 years
of age, my
brother, Orrin, and I started doing the first shocking
of grain for John
O'Neil. Harvest was there, World War I was on, and
farm help for harvest was
scarce. Grandpa asked us lads if we wished to work. We
said yes. He asked us
how much wages we wanted for working. We thought
awhile, and I finally inquired
if 25 cents for three days was too much. He chuckled,
though trying to keep a
straight face, and finally said "No, I guess not", and
we were hired.
The first year, Orrin lasted shocking only one day and
then was assigned to
carry the water jug to the workers, then the next year
and thereafter, Orrin
and I would do the shocking, with him on one side of
the field and me on the
other, and Grandpa posted up toward the end of the
field to which we were
working, with a big shock of grain to lie against when
we got there, and he had
the burlap-wrapped jug of water on hand to cool us
boys down a little. It was
then that he would tell us of his adventures in his
early days. Leland handled
the binder. I recall how hard the work was for us
small boys, but we stuck to
it, and John O'Neil undoubtedly got the most possible
work out of us two small
lads. After we had been behind the shock, had some
lunch and cold water (the
outside temperature was probably 80 to 90 degrees
Fahrenheit), and he had told
us of his adventures in his youth and early manhood,
we would be much refreshed
and make the next round of the field as quickly as
possible so as to get back
for more stories. This harvesting procedure
lasted three or
four years until we no longer went to the farm in the
summer months, but tried
to get out and find paying farm work. We also were
taught other tasks on the
farm, including handling horses, running the binder,
and dragging. John O'Neil
was a very good teacher, in my estimation, and he
always saw that both his
hired men and his teams had a good meal at noon.
During the noon-hour on hot
harvest days, we would go to the house, unharness the
horses, give them a good drink and plenty of oats, and
then, after we had
eaten, he would lie down on the front room floor
(which was almost always bare)
and insist on us lads and Uncle Leland taking a nap,
or at best, a nice rest
and cool off, and then we would go back to work
refreshed and usually worked
until nearly sundown. He was undoubtedly the master
of his
house, although Ida Sanderson O'Neil was a strong
person and had a lot to say.
I do recall them having some words occasionally, and
on such occasions,
Grandpa's voice became loud and hard, and occasionally
I saw him raise a chair
as if to strike, but I never saw him strike anyone.
Ida was very devoted to
him. I can recall her giving him his bath of a
Saturday night, which included a
haircut, fingernail trim and toenail trim, as well as
some powder, clean
clothes, and a little petting that they did not know
that we small boys were
taking in on the sly. To see Grandpa O'Neil eat a meal
was an education in the
old school. He had no gentile manners, but being
raised among rough, working
people, he did as others in his class did. He ate with
his knife, using his
fork only to assist him in holding his meat in
cutting, as I remember, and
holding all the food on the flat side of his knife. He
was very dexterous at
this and had no trouble beating the rest of us through
with his meal, if he was
in a hurry. He was a fast eater. When he ate soup, he
used a big spoon and made
quite a noise in getting it in his mouth, as his
moustache interfered to some
extent. He enjoyed good meals and his table was one of
the best set and
hospitable in this neighborhood. Many neighbors and
friends ate there every
week, as well as his large family, including us
grandchildren (Thorson's), and
the usual hired help. Grandma O'Neil was a mistress of
the fast meal. I can
recall a neighbor or friend calling unexpectedly. She
would hustle us boys off
to catch a couple young roosters, dig a few potatoes
and pick a few other
vegetables. If there was ice, we would start the ice
cream freezer, turning by
hand, and in no time she would have a big feed on the
table, one that would
have taken most others hours to prepare. Grandpa
O'Neil always sat at the head
of the huge table in the dining room, and very affably
insisted on his family
and guests to have another helping. Needless to say,
we small fry needed little
or no urging to get our second and possibly third
helpings of Grandma's good
country cooking. Now that I think of it, as good a
table as was set in those days,
I never remember either Grandpa or Grandma O'Neil ever
having been on the heavy
side. Grandpa never was in my boyhood, and Grandma,
though being
well-proportioned for a small lady, was never obese. Another thing I remember
about John O'Neil, was
that when he went to town to transact any
business that concerned figuring or arithmetic, or
business of any sort, he
always took Grandma along to verify the result. This
was a wise thing for him,
as he did not read or write. He was supposed to have
had (being an orphan) only
three days of schooling. He could sign his name and he
had taught himself to
read a newspaper, but his academic training was nil.
Grandma O'Neil had an
eighth grade schooling in Canada, and was good at
figures as well as being very
sharp mentally to grasp the ultimate result of any
piece of business. It was a
good method of doing the family business, as it left
Grandma with a ready
knowledge of their business when Grandpa died in 1924. John O'Neil was a great
hunter in his
early days. I never went with him on his hunting
expeditions, but I do remember
seeing him look out the window of the house, grab his
shotgun which was lying
nearby, run out of doors, and knock down a chicken
hawk circling over our
poultry in the yard. Other times, he would grab his
10-gauge LeFevre shotgun
and shoot at a fox or coyote that may have
had designs on the turkeys. To small boys, these were
things long to be
remembered, and to Grandpa O'Neil, things that he
liked to do for the fun of it
as well as being very practical. This LeFevre shotgun
took a man to handle it, as it was heavy. Uncle Leland
owned it for many years
and was a very fine wing-shot with it. Grandpa could
handle this gun until the
last years of his life. I have heard stories of his
early-day hunting and
fishing expeditions. One took him by horse and buggy
all the way to Clearwater
Lake, north of Devils Lake, ND. He would return home
with his buggy filled with
ducks, geese and prairie chickens to enrich the family
larder. In addition to
the meat so secured, Grandpa had the fun of the
expedition, which apparently
was something he needed. I do not know if he was
joined by others in these
expeditions, but he undoubtedly had companions. The
joy of the hunt has been
transmitted to his son, grandsons and
great-�grandsons. Although I had never seen
John O'Neil go
on much of a trip, other than in the neighborhood and
occasionally to my home
in Minot, I have heard about his trips to various
parts of the United States.
He usually went alone as Grandma O'Neil had her
children and other work to keep
her on the farm. Furthermore, she did not approve of
the financial outlay
needed for these trips. She preferred to stay at home
and save the money. But not so
Grandpa. He went alone and took in these
things
he wanted to see badly. I have heard it said that he
went to the World's Fair
in St, Louis, Missouri, in 1903, and made trips to
other cities, the names of
which I do not remember. This is probably explained by
the restlessness of his
youth and his curiosity as to life in general. He was
a very smart man and
could figure faster in his head than most persons
could with paper and pencil
(there being no adding machines or computers in those
days). Apparently, John O'Neil was
born a Roman
Catholic, but did not become very well indoctrinated
in that faith, as he did
not follow it in adult life. Grandma O'Neil was
Presbyterian and the O'Neil
children were sent to the Presbyterian Sunday school
at Belleville School,
about 2-1/2 miles north of the farm where the early
services were held for the
community. Besides the O'Neil children going to the
Presbyterian Church at the
school (they never erected a church in the country),
Grandma O'Neil would send
us grandchildren to Sunday School, too, and I can
remember the fun we had with
the other children, the nicely-dressed people
attending church there, and the
nice horses and buggies then used, and later, a
sprinkling of the first
motorcars then about. I have found out, through the Fordville
History that Grandpa did attend the Presbyterian
Church in Belleville and was a
member of the Christian Endeavor about 1894. Grandpa
was a charter member of
the Inkster Lodge, A F & AM, and was the first tyler. John O'Neil was a small
farmer by today's
standards in the same area. However, his two quarters
of good farmland was
enough to keep he and his
family busy. There was
little expense for farming outside of machinery and
buildings. They had small
grains, including flax, wheat, oats and barley. He
also raised 15 acres of
Timothy Grass which he hayed for horse feed. He also
kept a large patch of
corn, which was cut early before frost for fodder,
shocked, and then hauled to
the barn for feeding as needed. I can recall
cultivating this corn patch and
how big and strong were the cornstalks at the height
of the summer season.
Inasmuch as I was on the farm only in the summertime
during our school
vacation, my impressions of the other seasons of the
year on this farm are made
up mostly of what I heard the next year from the
members of the family. The
farm work was done with horses. John O'Neil was a good
judge of horseflesh and
had some fine draft animals, including Dan, Jennie and
others I do not now
recall. He also had several fine driving animals at
various times during his
life on this farm. I particularly recall Belle, a
small black or dark brown
mare of about 1000 pounds, who, at the time I was
familiar with her, was still
a good buggy horse. Many are the trips I have taken
behind this animal. This
was partly true at this time because she was extremely
gentle and trustworthy.
She was very fast on the road and I recall that she
was never passed by other
horses. When a little race was on (nowdays they would
call it "hotrodding"), she
really got down
and ran, even when she was old and spavined. I also
remember Grandpa giving me
a team to plow with, made
up of one ordinary
workhorse, one old grey mare with colt at side, and
Belle, to plow with the
sulky (a one �bottomed 16" plow). I could plow three
acres daily. However,
I did suffer as this team was not well matched, either
as to size, speed, age,
color, weight or temperament. Belle, being nervous and
speedy, would try to
pull the whole plow, the old grey mare being in the
rear and the third animal
in the middle. I had to pound the old grey mare to
make her pull her share of
the load, and I had to pull in on Belle to make her
ease up. She would have
killed herself if I had not. Anyway, for a lad of 11
or 12, it was a rich
experience which I shall never forget. It showed how
Grandpa got his work done
at the right season with a makeshift crew to assist in
this important task.
Another incident occurred when Grandpa was haying on
the "lower
place". Grandpa always raised 15 acres of Timothy hay
for his horses. It
was a solid stem plant which the horses relished and
on which they stood their
work in the fields well. On this particular day, Uncle
Leland was pitching the
hay off the ground unto the hayrack and Orrin and I
were loading the hay and
spreading it around on the wagon. The wagon had two
slings, one placed on the floor
of the hayrack and then loaded until the rack was
about half full, at which
time the other sling was placed on top of the then
loaded hay and the load was
completed. When this load was about to the top, the
horses became frightened at
something and suddenly lurched forward with the loaded
hay. Orrin was at that
moment on the rear of the load and was bounced
backward off the top on the load
and landed on his head on the ground. I have often
thought since that he was
lucky not to have broken his neck. He was a little
wobbly on his feet but
seemed to have survived. The loaded wagon was then
hauled to the new barn which
had a track in the haymow with a long, heavy rope
extending to the ground which
was attached to the top sling, and the other end to a
double-tree, and a team
of horses which pulled the hay sling loaded with fresh
hay up to the top of the
haymow and into the barn where it was dumped in the
exact spot they wanted it
unloaded. This was accomplished by pulling a dangling
rope attached to a tripping
device. After the first sling was unloaded, the second
one was treated in the
same manner and we went for another load while the sun
shown. John O'Neil was a charter
member of the
first Masonic Lodge in Inkster. It was the Forest
River Lodge, granted its
dispensation on September 8, 1888, chartered June 13,
1889, with the tyler of the lodge
listed as John
O'Neil. He also filed on a tree claim from the United
States prior to 1893,
which was in Walsh County a few miles north of Fordville.
I do not have the date. I learned about it from Uncle
Leland when we were
driving up there one time, when Leland's son Jack had
owned a piece of land
they had purchased from the Andrew Davidson estate, of
which Leland was
administrator. Suddenly, Leland said: "There's Grandpa
O'Neil's tree
claim". I asked if he still owned it and he said: "No,
he traded it
in the early days for a team of horses." It appeared
to me to be a rather
hilly piece of land running into a small creek valley
and I paid no further attention
to it, except when the U.S. built a huge
anti-ballistic missile base south of
Langdon, ND, about 1970. They went all the way to the
Fordville
vicinity for an ample supply of fresh water, and I
would think this farm would
be in the middle of the aquifer used for that project
which was abandoned
almost immediately. I shall now put down some of
my many
remembrances of my Grandma, Ida Emily (Sanderson)
O'Neil. She was born at Seaforth,
Ontario, Canada, on February 18, 1866, and died
at home on the farm on August 25, 1952. She was
married to John O'Neil on April
3, 1882, at Larimore, DT, and almost immediately
started for the John O'Neil
homestead with a few belongings in a cart drawn by
oxen. The original claim
shack on the farm (SEl/4,
Section 23, Township 154N,
Range 56W in Elkmount
Township), was built in the
southwest part of such claim by great-grandfather Stauts
Sanderson, but was later moved to the northeast part
because of drainage
problems. Ida was then barely 16, and she remained
faithful to her home for 70
years. First, as
to her
appearance. She was not a tall
woman, and as a young boy, I remember her as not being
too heavy, but not too
slender either. She was possibly 5'3", and I remember
her as having a
rather shuffling gait, quick of movement, and with an
exceptionally clear, loud
voice. She was a person of great compassion - it being
her desire and ambition
to help others. She had a great love for children,
otherwise I should not have
known her as well as I did, because I was sent down to
the O'Neil farm nearly
every summer after I was two years old and she was the
one who took care of me
and my brother Orrin, who also went with me on most
occasions, especially after
we were a little older. They still tell the story
about me that when the
O'Neil's were building the big house on the farm in
1908, I was just a real
small boy, but at the farm, and the carpenter, Ole,
was up on the frame of the
house building, and he happened to see me in the
garden close by, eating potato
bug. He hollered loudly to my grandmother O'Neil,
"Mrs. O'Neil, the little
boy is eating potato bugs". Needless to say, my
grandmother yanked me out
of the garden in a hurry. Another time, when I was
real small, but at which
time I can still remember, she grabbed me out of her
persimmon patch and in no
uncertain terms told me I did not have watermelons but
persimmons. They grew on
a vine like a watermelon and though small in size, had
light and darker green
stripes in the same fashion. Grandmother O'Neil was a real
wheelhorse for work, with
unending energy in the days I
spent with her on the farm, which would be 10-12
years. It was her place in the
household to get the rest of us up, get us fed and
about our tasks. During
harvest, I can remember her sticking her head up the
stairway to the second floor
and hollering "Leland, time to get up, going on five
o'clock", and at
that time it was maybe five minutes after four
o'clock. Incidentally, Leland
was then going with his first wife, Julia Thoe, and
had not been in bed long at the time and needed the
sleep. She was a great
hustler and a good leader and teacher. I particularly
remember later when Uncle
Leland's wife, Julia, died,
she stepped into the home
and cared for Jack and Louise O'Neil. When I was
small, she assigned many small
chores to Orrin and I
around the farm. I would help
her milk when I was older - she would milk four cows
twice daily and I would
milk two. Orrin did not like to milk and I do not
recall him milking, but I
suppose he did occasionally. Also she taught me
gardening when I was six or
seven years of age. She always had a big garden,
fenced, directly north of the
big house, and I was the official weeder. She taught
me the beets and the carrots from the weeds, and
explained carefully how to
remove the weeds without harming the vegetable plants.
It was something I
followed all my life and which I still do (1985) to a
limited extent. She was
great with poultry - raising 100 Holland turkeys and
400 chickens each year. I
remember one had to be careful or you would step in
something you did not want
to scrape off your shoes, or if you did not have any
on, your bare foot. One
time when my brother Donald Thorson was two or three
years old, he walked out
into the barnyard where the turkeys were, and the big,
white gobbler took
offense and ran at the boy and began picking at his
face. My aunt Ella Mae and myself
were present, and Ella Mae ran out and took Donald up
and out of danger. We immediately ran to Grandma
O'Neil and reported the
incident, and that night the gobbler was taken from
the henhouse, on top of
which he was then roosting, and caged and the next
morning was taken out to the
heavy, wire clothesline, and after the big butcher
knife had been well
sharpened, he was decapitated. After the proper period
of bleeding, he was
picked and made ready for the oven. The bird weighed
40 pounds, and Grandma
could hardly get him into the oven to roast him, but I
do recall what good
eating he was, and of course, the circumstances kept
it fresh in my mind ever
since, which is close to 70 years. Grandmother had
many other duties at that
time from early morning to late in the evening on
those long, summer days of
the teens. She was a great cook. The morning fare for
years was large
buttermilk pancakes with lots of thick cream from the
evening milking, with
brown sugar and fresh, country butter. Also, eggs and
some sort of meat -
bacon, ham or otherwise, depending on the time of the
year and whether there
had been butchering going on shortly before then. Her
large meal at noon took
many forms - chicken and dumplings I remember well,
and though her dumplings
were mostly soft and fluffy, she was able to make hard
dumplings in the same
pot with the soft ones, as Uncle Leland liked the hard
ones. During harvest,
there being no refrigeration on the farm, she would
buy beefsteak from the
butcher in town and we would have steak, or maybe a
large pot-roast or even
occasionally a home-cured ham that she had hidden in
the oats in the oat bin
near the house. Of course, there was a large variety
of garden vegetables during
the growing season, on which preparation squad I was a
member, and then much
fresh bread that she baked daily in the old Malleable
Range in the kitchen. She
also was an expert on soda biscuits which were an inch
and one-half tall, never
hard, and perfectly shaped, every one of them. For
dessert, we had some pie,
but often, especially when there was company, the
dessert was homemade
ice-cream or homemade sherbet. I always got in on the
turning end of that and
still like both ice cream and sherbet. With the
ice-cream she would serve
either a piece of homemade cake, or a homemade cookie.
The cookies were her
pride and joy and which she made as long as she lived.
I recall when Edna and I
were living in Portland, OR during World War II in the
forties, she was out
visiting her daughters (Irene, Ida, Jenny) and she
called up and wanted to come
over to visit us. We went after her and she was ill
when she came but did not
want her daughters to know it, so she called us and
stayed several days until
she felt better before she went back. During the time
she was there, she was
busy making her famous cookies, fruit, gingersnap and
white sugar, and I, of
ice cream or homemade sherbet. I always got in on the
turning end of that and
still like both ice cream and sherbet. With the ice
cream she would serve
either a piece of homemade cake, or a homemade cookie.
UMMM! Other things she
did in those days was the
making of the butter, the
surplus of which she would sell Saturday night at the
store in Medford (later Fordville).
The preparation of this butter was made to very
high standards of health and cleanliness. First was
the milking of the cows,
they had to be wiped down under the udders, and, if
necessary, washed. The milk
was strained through cheesecloth on the top of the
bowl on the cream separator
and the cream separator was located inside the pantry
just off the kitchen,
which was spotless, with a varnished, hardwood floor.
The cream separator was
cleaned after the morning milking and the sieves were
not only washed in hot,
soapy water, but then dried with a clean towel and
laid out in the morning sun
to dry. Grandma's butter never had anything but a
good, fresh taste, and that
which she sold in the five-and ten-pound crocks in the
store in town were the
first to be taken by those who were in the market for
fresh butter at the time,
and it had a wide reputation in the vicinity. This
butter was sold by the
storekeeper and applied to Grandma's account on any
purchases she would make.
She would get jars back for the next week's sale of
butter. As to the making,
she had a large barrel-like churn that would make up
to 20 pounds at once. This
churn was wooden-staved
with metal horizontal bands
when the churn was standing in an upright position,
ready to fill with the
rich, thick cream. Grandma kept her cream separator
"turned down" so
that the cream was thick. The churn sat on a wooden
cradle and the churn had a
handle on it which was fitted into the notches, which
after a little oil, we
boys sometimes churned an hour and it usually seemed
longer. After the butter
began to "come", Grandma would release the pressure on
the lid to the
churn (which had an ingenious fastener) to check if it
was fully churned, and
we would then remove the butter, add some coloring and
salt, and she would
begin a mixing operation which took quite a little
time. I think butter sold
for about 20 cents a pound then and Grandma first used
all she wanted in her
household cooking before selling any. There was not
much use of lard then and
oleomargarine was unknown then in that neighborhood. Another activity that I
remember helping
Grandma with was the making of lye soap. In the
winter, the big house was
heated by a large, hard coal heater in the dining
room. It gave off a sort of
white ash which was removed from the stove and placed
in an ash pile near the
house, but in the direction of the new barn near the
privy. She would send me
out to the ash pile with a pan or box and instructed
me to bring in some of
these ashes. From that, the lye and lard, tallow and
other fryings
she made light-brown bars of soap, about twice the
size of the old commercial
laundry soap that my mother and wife later used. This
would be cut up and used
in the washing machine to wash the bedding and
clothing of the family. This was
before electricity on the farm so everything was power
by manpower, of which we
lads were donators. The washing machine in those days
was another thing and I
do believe Grandma had as good a washer as was on the
market then. As I
remember it, the machine was round, made of wooden
staves with a plug in the
bottom to drain. The lid was made of heavy hardwood
with a mechanism to turn
the washing blade on the inside of the washer. The
washer was filled with hot
water and then with clothes and bedding which had been
processed by Grandma
according to her high standards, usually by boiling
over the hot fire in the Maleable
Range first. Then we boys would stand by the hour
and turn the washer and wringer until the clothes had
all gone through the
washing machine and the rinse, which was cold, fresh
water, all of which was
lugged in and out of the house. Usually the wash was
done on Monday which was
called "washday", which it was and which took most of
the day. Of
course, Grandma did not do all the washing and other
heavy work alone. She
often had some of her many fine daughters home to help
her. I remember aunts
Irene, Maggie, Blanche and Ida, as well as Ella Mae,
who was only three years
older than me, as being home at different times to
help with the cleaning of
the big house (5 bedrooms and big attic) as well as in
the kitchen and
barnyard, but Grandma O'Neil was the big producer and
the one who made things
hum around the farm. Grandma O'Neil was nobody to
talk about
herself or her relation. Consequently, I never did
know too much about her
folks as you can see by what is written above about
them. She never explained
to us about the birth of her own children, eight girls
and one son. I never
heard of any of her children dying, so she must have
been a careful person
concerning health and considering the primitive
environment she was living in
after her marriage and trip to the farm. She was a
person who had the very best
of health although I remember her having indigestion
and occasionally taking a
little baking soda to relieve her stomach. She did
have bad feet. She had
bunions on her feet and when she was alone on the farm
with just the family,
she often wore canvas shoes that were on the large
side, which I always
imagined was more for comfort than style. She always
wore a dress. I cannot
remember her having ever worn a pair of pants, though
I presume she did
sometime in her lifetime. Her hair was long, drawn up
into a pug on top of her
head, and fastened with hairpins or some other
fastener. Her complexion was
ruddy and her movements swift with no wasted space or
time when she was doing
something. I once told her that I could not go to
sleep easily at sundown. She
took time to explain that it was easy - all you had to
do was lay down, tell
yourself you were to go to sleep, and,
presto, you were sleeping. She may have had an alarm
clock but I cannot
remember one. She must have had a "built-in" alarm
clock, as she was
always the first one up at daybreak. I slept most
years I was on the farm in
the summer in the bedroom right over the kitchen on
the west side of the house,
and this room was connected with a heat ventilator so
I could hear what was
going on in the kitchen. When she had the cook stove
going, she would begin
cooking and the pans would begin to rattle and the
hot, good smells that came
up through the ventilator would entice one to get up
and get downstairs to
where the food was. One incident I do remember about
this situation happened
when I was ten or eleven years old. During an
early-morning thunderstorm and
shower, a bolt of lightning hit the house, descended
through the ventilator in
this bedroom, and hit the hot cook stove below, rolled
on its top and
disappeared, without damage to any of us. My
grandmother was fortunate she was
not hit, as were myself
and my brother Orrin, as the
lightning passed within a couple feet from us to the
room below. Another thing
that Grandma did when I was with her was "rubber" on
the telephone.
This phone was in a small room off the kitchen, now
used as a bathroom. The
telephone was an old type that was on a country line
and was operated with a
hand-crank by giving just so many long- and
short-rings to summon the listener
you wanted to talk with. She loved to talk to her
neighbor ladies but sometimes
the ring could be heard for another party on your line
(about 8 to the line
then) and she would go into the small room, raise the
receiver very gently, and
listen to the conversation. Sometimes she would repeat
what the conversation
was about, especially if it was of "earth-shaking"
importance to her.
Because of that, she was able to keep up on the
neighborhood gossip, events of
importance, and occasionally be of help to her fellow
man. Before the telephone
was around, I presume the local gossip was learned by
visiting other neighbors
and friends and by the weekly trip to Inkster, where
they traded. I believe
Inkster was incorporated about 1884, so I do not know
where they traded prior
to that but presume it was to Larimore, which was
considerably further, especially
traveling by horse and buggy. One time, Grandma O'Neil was
up to Minot,
visiting, and she and my mother got into a
conversation on early marriages. She
was against them for that generation. Mother made the
remark, "You're only
seventeen years older than I am." To this Grandma
replied, "Just
because I was a darn fool is no sign others should be
too". Having been
married at age sixteen, assuming the responsibilities
of a wife, homemaker and
mother all at once at that age and making a success of
it speaks highly of her
energy, friendliness and productiveness. She had six
girls before she was 25,
and all were born in the two-room homestead shack. I
have talked to my mother
as to how they got by in such tight quarters, and she
said that her folks had a
big bed in the living room part of the house and it
was well feather-ticked and
the children were laid like cigars on the bed so that
they were cross-wise and
all could have a bed. The other bed was in the other
room where Grandpa and
Grandma slept with usually the baby in between them,
especially in the
wintertime for warmth. Mother said that when she and
her sisters wanted to move
during the night, they would all have to do it
together. I never heard how the
children were
delivered when born, but it had to be by midwife, of
which many of the farm
women of that era were proficient at. Grandma was
famous for this. She helped
all over the neighborhood with this important task,
and all without any thought
of reimbursement. She also was a very good self-made
physician, knowing alot
of homemade remedies and poultices, and being sharp
mentally, she had good success in this, her avocation,
which she carried on as
long as she lived. After Grandpa O'Neil died in 1924,
she hired out as a nurse
during confinements. It worked like this. The
expectant parents, most always
farmers, would contact her a month or two before the
baby was expected, and
would engage her to help the expectant mother prepare
for a home delivery. She
would spend on the average of three weeks on each
case, going to the home about
10 days before the confinement and spending her time
giving the home a thorough
cleaning. When delivery was near, the doctor - usually
Dr. Lommen
from Fordville - would
come to the farm and remain
until the delivery was made, all with grandmother's
assistance. After the
doctor had finished and left, grandma would remain and
take care of the new
baby and the mother (who then was usually confined to
bed for from 10-14 days)
before she got up and began caring for her baby.
Grandmother, depending on
circumstances, would give instructions to a new mother
on feeding and caring
for a baby before she went home and there waited until
she went on a like case.
For this service, she got her board and room and
$20.00. She carried on this
activity for some years until more hospitals were
built and the custom of home
delivery changed to hospital delivery. I do suppose
some pregnant women about
this time went into what was termed a "lying-in" home,
where the
householder took in the woman until after the
childbirth. After the death of my uncle
Leland's
first wife, Julia, about 1929, Grandma took charge of
the farm home again for
my Uncle and helped raise Louise (O'Neil) Haugen and
Jack O'Neil, until they
got a stepmother, Stella O'Neil. Grandma was great
with babies and small
children and loved to hold them and feed and clean
them until she was very
elderly -- never showing that streak of impatience and
sudden temper that many
older people show toward small children, including
their own grandchildren. One
thing she did that I questioned, was to put food in
her own mouth and chew it,
and then take a spoon and transfer it to the mouth of
the young child. How old
the custom was, I do not know and I do not remember my
mother doing it to my
younger siblings, but Grandma did it at home, and the
grandchildren she helped
feed and raise were always healthy. An example is her
own children, most all
having lived past 80 years, and my mother being 93
when she died in 1976, and
my aunt Maggie still alive and going strong at 99
years (1985). Grandma O'Neil was a life
member in the
Masonic Order of Eastern Star. In fact, a portion of
the name of the Forest
River Lodge at Fordville
(formerly at Inkster, but
transferred many years ago) was named after her given
name - Ida. She also was
a member of the Women's Christian Temperance Union
(WCTU), as was my mother,
and she also was a charter member of the Christian
Endeavor Society of the
Belleville Presbyterian Church which was organized in
1894, and of which not
only Grandma was a member, but also Grandpa O'Neil, my
mother Dora Mabel, and
my aunt Jennie. She was very much against alcoholic
beverages in any form; also
tobacco, especially cigarettes which she called
"coffin nails".
Possibly because of her strong stand on these issues,
I can never remember my
grandfather having used either alcohol or tobacco,
though I am sure he did
drink some in his earlier years - otherwise, he would
not have been Irish.
Uncle Leland did chew "J.T. Plug Tobacco" and he liked
to say he
liked it as his wife's initials were J.T. Grandpa O'Neil came many
times to get
Orrin and I at Niagra
when we came to the farm for
the summer, or took us there when we left in the fall
to go back to Minot to
return to school. It was a long drive by horse and
buggy, but it appeared to go
fast because we did not want to leave her. She always
went alone, and when we
were returning home, we visited and occasionally had
lunch at the McLean home.
She and Mrs. McLean were great friends, and I suspect
she left early so as to
get in some time to visit with her friend. We did not
always come that way.
Sometimes, after we were older, mother sent us to
Devils Lake on the Great
Northern Railway Company train. We would get off there
and carry our little
packages over one mile to the Soo
Line Railway depot,
where we waited some little time to board a passenger
train for Fordville,
where Grandma would again meet us with the
buggy. Also, she would make calls by buggy in the
neighborhood. I remember
trips to the Bond farm, one mile north; to the Bell
farm, also a mile; to the
Best farm, about one mile; to the Radcliffe farm,
about two miles; to the
McManus farm, over a mile; and then the close
neighbors, Sam Wicktom, McConachies, Walkers,
Bensons and the McMillans.
The McMillan family was
one where I went to play and visit, and later my aunt
Ida married John
McMillan. The first car I drove was a Model-T Ford
from one of those neighbors,
but which one I have forgotten. The McMillans also
owned an early car called the Kissel
car, and I recall
Orrin and I being taken along one bright summer
evening while Ida and John went
driving. We sat on the floor in the rear and were
advised to keep our mouths
shut - to be seen and not heard. It was an exciting
night for a ten-year-old.
Later, John and Ida married and John went off to camp
in World War I but was
discharged before he left the country. He returned to
North Dakota and farmed
near Fordville in the
1920's until they left for
Portland, Oregon in the late 1920's. Ida was a great
mother and an equally
great grandmother whom I shall never forget. |
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