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Saturday, September 17, 2011

Anne Mathea's Conversion to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

This is the final history I have received from M. G., written about Anne Mathea (Matilda). It is the story of her conversion to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It was written by her granddaughter, Lula Kendall Williams. Lula and her two siblings--older brother, Theone and younger sister, Bertha, were the children of  Matilda's daughter, Ada. Ada and her husband, Joseph Bradford Kendall, Jr., died in 1917 and 1918 respectively and the children were then raised by their grandmother.
Here is a picture of the 4 of them. It was previously posted here.


Picture provided by and used by permission of D.R.


Here is the account, written by Lula:
     "A beautiful mental picture came to my mind as I tried to write this account of my grandmother's conversion to Mormonism.  Many times I heard her relate this experience, and every time it brought tears to her eyes and a lump in her throat, because she had that burning testimony within her bosom that told her the information and knowledge she received at the time is true; that this is the only true church; that Joseph Smith was a true prophet, and that he did receive divine revelation from our Heavenly Father.  I, too, feel touched by the account.  It has increased my testimony and made me want to live worthy of it's blessings.  I wish to show appreciation for the trials and hardships she encountered.
    "Way back in 1865, Latter Day Saint Missionaries were scarce in Norway.  Their districts were large, therefore, they could not hold meetings in these smaller branches more than twice a year.  Many weeks before the welcome visit, the news of their coming was broadcast far and near.  Thus it was that great-grandmother Olsen who was living in Nes Sogn Hedenmarkin decided to attend a cottage meeting and find out about this new religion.  A cousin of hers, who was a member, issued the invitation and created the desire for attendance.
     "The cottage meeting was held at Sister Petronella Anderson Briskeby's place. It was necessary for the journey to commence early in the morning in order to reach the appointed place in time for the services, which began at two o'clock in the afternoon.  Yes, walking was the only means of travel they had so we can easily account for the time spent on the road.  Grandmother Millard who was then eleven years old was then taken along as company for great-grandmother.
     "The services were similar to our Sunday evening meetings except for the fact that two elders Brother Jensen and Brother Peterson had charge of it and also were the principal speakers.  Each one in his turn gave wonderful sermons on the first principles of the gospel.  Grandmother sat spellbound throughout the entire meeting.  She said their testimonies thrilled her to the core; and she felt a tingling sensation go over her entire body.  She knew the elders were speaking words of wisdom and the truth.  Grandmother said the feeling she had was the same as when one hears a beautiful musical selection or sees a lovely painting or a gorgeous scene of nature.
     "When the meeting was over great-grandmother tarried some time to talk longer with the missionaries.  During the conversation great-grandmother purchased a Letter Day Saint hymn book from them but was afraid to let her husband know about it so she asked them to present it to grandmother as a gift.  Grandmother prized the book very dearly.  When she arrived home she was anxious to sing the new song she had learned, for her father and show him the lovely book the elders had given her.  Great-grandfather was very pleased with her singing and enjoyed reading the other hymns in the book.  That book did much to persuade great-grandfather to listen to Mormonism.
     "One year and one half elapsed before grandmother was baptised but during that time her testimony never wavered. On the contrary  she became more interested and studied more intensely.   Although she was but a child she could readily see that the Lutheran Church lacked much.  She compared Lutherianism to an unseasoned meal, while Mormonism was like a seasoned meal because it was so satisfying to the soul."


This account helps me understand a little better the deep feelings that members of the family had for this new found religion and the sacrifices they made to have it in their lives. How grateful I am, that they followed the promptings and adopted a whole new way of life!

   
 

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Another History of Anne Mathea (Matilda or 'Til)

      Anne Mathea's name was shown as Martha on the ship passenger list coming from Norway into New York. Once she arrived in Preston, Idaho she was known as Matilda and even 'Til to her friends. Both in Norway and in America she loved music and especially to sing. Below is a picture of the Preston, Idaho choir. She is the woman on the bottom right underlined in red.

Preston, Idaho Choir, circa 1900 Used by permission of M.G.


    
     Both M. G. and R. P. sent me 2 different life histories for Anne Mathea, written by two different women. I became really confused when I saw these two women had the same surname--Kendall--but they were not mother and daughter or sisters. How could this be?  I checked and Anne Mathea had six daughters--three of them married three brothers!
     Adea Matilda (1884-1918) married Joseph Bradford Kendall, Jr. (1873-1919); Ethel Julean (1890-1968) married William Edwin Kendall (1887-1958); and Lillia Irene (1892-1948) married David Earl Kendall (1889-1954).
     The history on this previous post was written by Anne Mathea's daughter, Ethel. The history below is written by her granddaughter, Lula Kendall Williams. Lula was the daughter of Adea and Joseph Kendall.  Adea and Joseph died a year apart, leaving three children to be raised by Anne Mathea.
  Lula also wrote the story of Anne Mathea's conversion to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I will post that soon. The following is posted just as I received it.


THE EARLY LIFE OF MY GRANDMOTHER ANNE MATHEA OLSON MILLARD
                                                             By Lula Kendall Williams

     Anne Mathea Olson Millard was born December 30, 1853 at Helgain Nes Sogn, Norway. She was the third child in a family of nine children. Her parents were among the sturdy peasant farmers who tilled the land rented to them by the Lutheran minister. Her early childhood was spent doing the same things as the normal child would do. She played some, worked much and learned all she could.

     When six years old the family moved to Nes Sogn Hedemarken where they resided until they joined the L.D.S. Church in 1866. It was here that she started to school when eight years of age under the tutorship of a Lutherian School Master. The lessons consisted of oral arithmetic, writing and Bible reading. She and her sisters and brothers walked to school which was four miles away. During the winter time they were able to ride most of the way on hand sleighs for the country was sloping but at night when they returned it was necessary for them to walk up the hill and pull the sleigh with them. Many a happy day was spent here but there were a few sad ones too. How Grandmother envied the minister’s daughter because she could bring lunch to school which consisted of milk and many other good things. Often, however, she was given rare treats by this pampered child for Grand-mother was her best girl friend. During recess and lunch hour the children played in row boats on the water for in Norway tiny children learn to swim and enjoy water sports. They use the waters as their chief playgrounds because of the abundance of beautiful clear, smooth fjords.

     Not all of Grandmothers childhood was as happy as this for when she was eleven it was necessary for her to take her mother’s place in the fields. At that time the wife as well as the husband must work in the land lord’s fields to help reap the crops. This work consisted of cutting the grain with a cycle and tying it into bundles with pieces of straw. Day after day Grandmother will toil away at this task but she was a very healthy child so this extra work only tended to make her more robust. Often during these times the children longed for more eatables but on many occasions food was scarce. It was not uncommon for Grandmother and her brothers to pick berries in the forest all day to give to the landlord in exchange for a soup bone or some other favorite food they seldom had.

     Christmas for the children was very different from ours. Many weeks ahead the girls made rag dolls while the boys made animals by carving them out of wood. These animals resembled real ones very much for they even added hair for the mane and tail. Christmas was one time when food was in abundance. Grandmother helped her mother as well as the other children, work for days ahead to prepare this feed. A fat pig was done on Christmas day. The table was spread the eve before in readiness. The largest feast was had Christmas Eve, and some pests for the birds to eat. Even the paths in the yards were decorated with pine bow and brisk to give the home a clean festive atmosphere.

     When Grandmother was twelve the entire future of her families life was changed by the Latter Day Saint Gospel for it was then they became converted to its teachings. Great-Grandmother was baptized first but she kept it a secret until a year later when her husband joined. It was at this time too when Grandmother was baptized. When the Lutherian Minister learned about them joining this new religion he bade them leave this Peterborg place they were renting. They had but a short time to dispose of the few personal belongings they could not take with them. It was a very sad parting for they had become so attached to the country and the lovely Peterborg place where they had lived so long. They left no friends for these people had turned bitterly against them. These former friends tormented and made moving as disagreeable as possible. The family had no place to go so they decided to move to Oslo for employment for the family could be found more easily there.

     Life in a big city goes well when one has plenty of money or a good job but when work cannot be had and money for the necessities of life is scarce, it brings a sad chill over one to be there. So it was with Grandmother and her family. The first winter in Oslo, was a dreadful one. Her father sprained his back and was “laid up” the entire winter. Her mother suffered illness too. Grandmother was sent to relatives to work for her board but it seemed like work was plentiful but food scarce. Can you imagine wealthy people baing so stingy as to deprive a growing child food necessary for body growth and development? Grandmother says it was here she really learned the pangs of hunger but she had no other place to go for her parents were even shorter of food than she. Grandmother says it was lack of food and worry that caused her mother to loose her baby prematurely that winter and to suffer the sickness she had. This good mother divided the last morsals of food in the house to her children and went without herself because there was not enough for both.

     Spring finally came. It was then that most of the family found employment in a brickyard. From the smallest to the largest were willing to work there to provide eatables for themselves although the salary were very small. Grandmother did her part at this job. Later in the year however she procured work in a cotton factory. She was fourteen years old when she started to work on the spinneries. She worked there until she was twenty-four. It was then that she migrated to America and Utah.

     Those years in the factory were some of the happiest and yet some of the hardest years of Grandmother’s life. They were hard because the boss was not always the kindest or the work which began at six in the morning and lasted until six at night was not always pleasant nor was the salary large enough to provide a young lady with the clothes she desired or the food she liked most. If a new dress was to be had the meals had to be more sparing. Happiness found its way to her during this time for she became a member of the L.D.S. Choir. This choir gained recognition from all religious choirs and many times participated in contests with them.On one occasion a double mixed quartet was chosen from this L.D.S. choir to compete with a group of Methodist singers. Before the appointed time arrived word was received there of the death of president Brigham Young. It was decided that Grandmother’s group dress in black with white accessories. Grandmother had been very ill and had been unable to work for sometime so was financially unable to buy her outfit. The members of the group each donated enough to buy here for her. Imagine their joy when the judge awarded them first place even though their hearts were grieved for their president. This choir won many contests and high honors. While a member of this choir Grandmother helped to sing many songs her mother had composed and set to music.

     Love found Grandmother for several suitors had she.One of them became more ordinary for their friendship budded into an ardent love, however fate played havoc with it later. She left this sweetheart in the old country but he later came here although he married someone else and lived in Salt Lake. She never saw him after their parting there.

     During these eight years the Olson family had been blessed with much work so along with their saving and scheming they finally accumulated enough money to take them to Utah. It was decided that father, mother and the youngest children come first then the older ones would come later. Grandmother remained in Oslo two years after her parents left before she could get enough money to come.

     In 1876, just one year before Grandmother came here she received the sad news that her mother had passed away. Her mother was unable to stand the added hardships which came to her with pioneering. She had been a sufferer of consumption for years. The news of her mother’s death (although she did not get the letter for a month after) was great shock to Grandmother for she had been so hopeful of meeting all her loved ones again when she came to Utah. However Great-grandmother left a song which she had composed which told about her life from the cradle to the grave which gave solace and inspiration to her children.The last verse was composed on her death-bed.

     In 1877 Grandmother was able to come here. She had enough money to pay her fare to Denmark by selling some of her handwork and her watch. Her father borrowed the money to bring her the rest of the way from Sister Lundegreen. This money was later paid back after she came here. When Grandmother came she still left two sisters and one brother there.(The oldest sister never did come here.) She traveled this long journey with friends. Her closest companion was Gundy Olsen. 

     The long tiring trip took one month to complete due to slow means of travel. How well I remember her telling of the food box she took with her. (In second class and third board was not furnished.) What a hard task it would be to prepare food that would keep three weeks.Coffee was their main beverage and food along with the other non-perishable foods she could afford. Grandmother was never sick one day on the trip for when she felt nauseated she would go on deck where she could walk in the fresh air. The North Sea was rougher than it had been for years and as the waves beat the small steamship and tossed it to and fro Grandmother and Gundy sang all the L.D.S. hymns that had become so dear to them. During all their spare time they would administer to the wants of the sick and do their best to cheer them up. Her wonderful faith in the gospel made their cares change to joy.

     The trip from New York to Franklin was made by rail but fifty-five years ago accommodations were scarce. The seats were just wooden benches and the rate of speed was from fifteen to twenty miles an hour. How tiresome that ride became. Grandmother has often told me how dirty she got for she had no way of bathing since beginning the trip. Not only that but she got lice from some of her associates and they added to her discomforts until she could get rid of them. Her ticket called for Franklin but when her brother – Uncle Emil Peterborg – who was in Ogden after fruit in the lumber wagon, met her she decided to leave the train and ride with him from Ogden to Franklin.

     It was the first of October 1870, in one of the driest years the saints had seen since coming to the west when she arrived here. That area is now called Preston Fifth Ward, but then it was called Worm Creek. To her, who was used to Norway’s heavy rainfall and beautiful green vegetation, it really seemed as if she had come to a barren desert. Many times I have heard her tell of her lonesomeness for the water. The Grand River of Oslo had so many falls in it. These falls were used to run the many factories along its banks. As the river surged along its course the roaring sound could be heard all over the city. Grandmother often became so lonely that many times she would walk to Bear River to see and hear it, but even then she still felt that emptiness for Bear River is so quiet and still. Not until she visited the Yellowstone Park and later the Pacific Ocean did she finally find a comparison to her own country in the waterfalls and shrubbery. She often longed to return for a visit but when she was young and strong money was not available. Later years she hardly dared risk the long journey.

     During these trials Grandmother’s testimony never wavered. So great was her faith in the gospel that she was willing to deprive herself of much in order to enjoy its blessings. Each Sunday found her at Church and the first Thursday of each month she attended testimony meeting.Until she learned the English language she encountered many difficulties. I have heard her often say that when the Choir sang some song she had helped sing in Norway, that tears became uncontrolable.

     During the first year she was here she helped to shear the sheep, wash the wool and card it. Then she would borrow Mrs. Songberg’s (Thomas Songberg’s mother) spinning wheel so she could spin this wool into yarn.Then she went over to Mrs. Lund’s (Dagmar Jensen’s mother) and used her looms to weave it into cloth. From this cloth she made underwear for her father and herself. She also made dresses for herself. She learned to dye the wool too. All the soap they used she made. Grandmother was always an ambitious, thrifty person.

Here are a couple of facts I see a little differently--through the research I have been doing. Unless her mother was baptized twice and the first time was never recorded, I have her baptismal record showing that she was baptized almost 4 months after Ole. See the image below. I am sorry it is so small. If I make it larger it goes off the page! I can send a copy of the image to anyone who would like a copy. This was taken from LDS Church Record of Members 1850-1952, Oslo District; FHL film #123202, Item 5, no pages listed.


Ole, Marie and Anne Mathea's baptismal record



     Lula wrote that Anne found out in 1876 that her mother had passed away. She also says that it was a year before she came to America. Ole, Marie and two of their children actually emigrated to America in 1876 and Marie died in January 1879. Anne Mathea is listed on the passenger list arriving into New York on 16 Sept 1879.
     The two children who emigrated with Ole and Marie were Emil and Beate.
     The copy of the history I have has Oct 1870 as a very dry year in Idaho. I think this is a typo and should be 1880.
     Interesting side note: The woman, Mrs. Lundegren, who lent the money for Anne Mathea's passage, was her brother, Emil's, mother-in-law. Emil married Erika Bjorkman Lundegren in 1877 after her husband had been killed in an accident. The two ladies had the same married last name because they had both been sealed to Martin Lundegren on the same day (1 Aug 1868) in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City.
     I am grateful to Lula for taking the time to write this information down so that we could have a glimpse into the lives of our Petterborg ancestors and what they went through so that we could be here today!

Monday, July 11, 2011

A History About Anne Mathea (Matilda)

One of the documents I recently received from M.G. was a short personal history written about 1965 by Ethel Julian Millard Kendall. She is the daughter of Anne Mathea, Ole and Marie's daughter. I am posting the part that tells Ethel's version of Anne Mathea's history. It is posted just as I received it.

     I, Ethel Julian Millard Kendall, was born June 27, 1890 in Preston, Idaho.  The house is located on East State Street.  My father and mother are William Charles Millard and Anne Mathea Olsen (Peterborg) Millard.

    My mother Anne Mathea Olsen (Peterborg) Millard was born in Helgain Nes Sagn, Norway to Marie and Ole Olsen (Peterborg).  She joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints with her parents in Norway.  Her family lived on the Peterborg estate.

     When they joined the Mormon church, they were driven off the Estate and told never to return.  They spent two very hard years in Oslo, Norway while trying to save money to come to America, and to Zion, so they might rear their children among the saints. However, at the end of the two years, they had saved only enough to bring two of their children with them.  They brought their oldest boy ( who was 18, and would have been drafted, had they not), and the youngest girl, who was three years of age.

   Upon reaching Zion, her parents and the two children filed a homestead in Preston, Idaho.  Through the hardships, her mother took sick after three years, and on her death bed, her request was that Mathea ( or Matilda as she was called by her friends) be brought over from Norway to take care of her.

   So mother left her fiancé in Norway and began her journey.  He was to come the following year.  When she had only begun her journey, she received word that her mother had already passed away.  She moved in with her father, and kept house for him.

   She became very lonely and homesick, so she let a rich farmer (Jacob Jensen) convince her to marry him in polygamy two years after she came. (Dec. 2, 1880).  She was his second wife.  After she had been married a little over a year she found that she was pregnant.  At this time, the farmer’s wife became uncontrollably jealous.  Mathea felt very hurt and unwanted.  After standing it as long as she could, she left and went back to her father.

   Three months later she gave birth to twins, Oliver and Hager Mathea. (13 April 1882). She took a stroke near the time of their birth, which almost took her life and the life of the twins.  Hager Mathea lived until October of the same year.  It was only through the special care given by a good neighbor lady, Mrs. Sophia Early, that Oliver’s life was saved.

   She met my father, William Charles Millard, when Oliver was one year old.  They fell in love and were married (24 Sept. 1883) civilly.  (Later after obtaining temple divorce – 19 April 1933 – from the farmer, they were sealed from time and all eternity in the temple. Dad promply adopted Oliver.  Mother and Dad had seven children.  I was the fourth child.  I was born 13 years after my mother came here—to this country.  The other children were Ada, Pearl, William, Lillia, Lavean and Carl.

As with any history written years after the event and by someone else, there can be inconsistencies. I found a couple of things that differ from some of the information I found as I have done research. I am showing a few of them, not to criticize but to clarify. 
            
In an earlier post I wrote about the "farm books" or "bygdebøke" and it showed that the name of the farm was Petterborg. The only reason I am bringing this up is because there was also a farm Peterborg and I don't want someone looking at the wrong farm information. I have seen where the family spelled their name as Peterborg and Petterborg. It changed back and forth from one to the other over the first 50+ years.

The family joined the LDS Church in 1866 but did not emigrate to America until 1876. They lived in Oslo about 10 years, not just 2.

Emil was 20 years old when they came to America and Beate was 12 years old.

I am grateful that Ethel took the time to write about her mother and share the things she knew about her.
I will be posting histories about Ole and Marie's family, written by other family members that I have been given. If anyone, reading this blog, knows of other histories that have been written about the family, please let me know so that we can share with others. Every little bit helps us learn more about this strong and courageous family.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

I'm Back!!!

Wow, it has been two months since I posted anything. It is not because I haven't been busy. I have been doing research on John's (Ole Johan) family. Akron, Ohio has some awesome websites and I am so grateful for all the information I have found! I have found about 25 obituaries and through the information listed, I have been able to construct families for John and Caroline's children. I had almost no information and now I have pretty good family group sheets. I was able to write a couple of letters and I connected with a new cousin--M.R. Ole and Marie are also her g-g-grandparents. She has filled in some of the gaps I have. It has been wonderful making contact with yet another cousin.

The Akron, Ohio public library has 2 databases with the obituaries from the local newspaper, The Akron Beacon Journal. One database is the index for ALL published obituaries from 1841-1939 and the other is the index for years 1937-2010. I was then able to go to the Newspaper Archives using my Pima County Library card and get the actual obits from 1984 until present. The ones before 1984 cost $.05 from the library!!!!! There was a $1.00 handling fee, so for $1.50 I got the digital obits for TEN people!!!!!! Amazing.
I will be posting some of them.

I also was able to connect with another cousin, M.G.  Her g-grandmother was Anne Mathea. I got some wonderful histories and more pictures to post for Anne Mathea. M.G. and I have spent lots of time on the phone trying to decide what we each have and how we can share it on this blog.

I am grateful for these two sweet ladies and the other new cousins I have connected with during my research. I am not sure how to calculate the true relationship with M.R. and M.G. My PAF (Personal Ancestral File) database shows relationships with others but it stops before it gets to them. It shows that Ole and Marie are our 2nd Great Grandparents. The 3 of us follow 3 different children of Ole and Marie. Those children become our Great Grand Aunt or Uncle. The next generation is our grandparent and they become our 1st cousin 2 times removed. I then click on our parent and it gives no relationship. I never have understood this "cousin ? times removed". I am very satisfied and happy to call them "COUSIN"!

Thursday, May 12, 2011

New Information on the Petterborg Farm

It happened again--a cousin, reading the blog, shared new information about the Petterborg farm. The cousin is R.S. She speaks Norwegian, works part of the year as a consultant on the International floor at the Family History Library in Salt Lake City and has really helped me in the past.
Thank you, again, R.S. for sharing your expertise.

I wrote here about not being able to find when Ole and Maria moved onto the Petterborg farm. R.S. sent an email with the information. Here is what she said:
Here(below on this blog) are two images from tinglysingsdokumenter (the court documents). The first is from the register or Mortgage book index, the second is from the Mortgage book. This gives the date Ole Olsen leased the part of Prestegarden which was called Petterborg. They were dated the 29 January 1861 and read in court the 9 March 1861.
From The National Archives of Norway website
Above: Image of the Mortgage Book Index. Since this image is so small you can see the original image here. It is on the right hand page, the next to the bottom entry.

Below: Image of the Mortgage Book document. The original can be seen here.  It is #10 on page 181.
          The document translates as: Lease document dated 29  January, court  dated 9 March 1861, from Priest Wille to Ole Olsen at (on) the place,  Petersborg. (That is the way it is spelled there).

From The National Archives of Norway website




Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Ole and Marie's Graves

Franklin, Idaho Cemetery
The Franklin Cemetery is a very pretty, well maintained, active cemetery. There is even a spreadsheet of the graves posted on the Internet.
Image from Franklin Cemetery website:http://franklinidaho.org/Cemetery.htm




Marie & Ole came to America in 1876. Marie's health had not been very well for many years. They had lived under some pretty rough conditions. When they first got to Oslo, in the late 1860's, food was scarce and Marie went without many times. I am pretty sure the conditions in Idaho were not much better when they arrived. I have conflicting information on the exact year of her death. I have that she died 24 Jan 1879 but the grave marker says 1878. I will have to do some more research and see if I can find the correct date. She died from consumption or what is known today as tuberculosis.
Ole and Marie were so poor that they couldn't afford to purchase burials plots.The story goes that Hans Olsen and his wife, Nettie, gave the family two plots. At the time they only put up wooden markers to show the grave locations. I am sure these rotted many years ago. Ole died in 1885. The cemetery records burned in a house fire, so the exact location of the unmarked graves in unknown. Lucille Petterborg Perkins showed some family members who attended her sister, Ruby's, funeral the location of the graves, as best you could remember them. She had been shown the location by Nettie Olsen. The Olsen family is no relation to Ole.

R.P. made the following drawing to show the actual location of Ole and Marie.He was with Lucille the day she showed the spot.




Lee Arnold Petterborg's family are the ones who had the marker placed as a memorial to Ole and Marie. Lee is Emil's oldest child with his wife, Annie Dobson. The marker is not on the exact location of the graves. Thank you for your kindness!

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Google Earth

Easter Sunday I got home from church and saw the light blinking on the answering machine. That was quite unusual because most of the people who would be calling me, knew I would be at church, so I was anxious to hear the message.It was my cousin, R.P. He had been on Google Earth and had pictures of the Petterborg farm as it looks today!

Before I post the pictures, there needs to be a short explanation. Marie was born and raised on the island of Helgoya on a farm named Hovinsholm. According to Wikipedia,  Helgoya is the largest fresh water island in Norway. It is connected to the peninsula known as Nes by a bridge since 1957. It was formerly a part of Nes municipality.
The island consists of 32 farms. The most notable of these are the old manor Hovinsholm that until 1612 had its own church. Here is a link to the article on Wikipedia and a small map that puts into perspective where Helgoya and Nes are located.

I am not sure how Ole and Marie met--was Ole on Helgoya or was Marie on the peninsula? I do know that Marie was born on Hovinsholm. The parish records for her birth, christening and marriage show her birth place. The parish records for Gine, Ole Johan and Anne Mathea's christenings also show Hovinsholm. I always thought that meant the three children were also born there, but the more I look at things, the more I think it was in reference to her birth place and not theirs.

Enough said--here are the pictures:

Image from Google Earth
Above: The land at the bottom of the picture is the peninsula. The picture is looking south onto Helgoya. Hovinsholm is at the far tip of the island.

Below: is a picture of the Hovinsholm farm. Pretend the red line is an arrow pointing down at the farm. I don't know how to make a real arrow and have it transfer to blogspot!

Image from Google Earth
Below: A picture of the area in the winter time. This is gorgeous!!! It looks like a Christmas card.

Image from Google Earth
Below: You can see the bride connecting the two pieces of land--Helgoya to Nes. Helgoya is at the top.

Image from Google Earth
Below: Here is another picture of the bridge. The land on the left is Nes and Helgoya is on the right but is not showing. Notice the church on the tip by the head of the bridge.

Image from Google Earth
Below: Here is a closer look at the church at the head of the bridge.

Image from Google Earth
Below: Here is the chapel in the wintertime:

Image from Google Earth
I am not sure when the family moved to the area of Nes known as the Petterborg farm. Here is an earlier post about the books that give the history of the farms. It does not tell when they took over the farm.

Below: The picture sent by R.P.of the farm. The red line at the top of the picture is just above 3 buildings. This is where R.P. has figured out the farm in located. The red line at the bottom is pointing to the church that is shown in the 2 pictures above.
Image from Google Earth.
I am sorry these pictures are so small. If you would like bigger pictures, just double click on the image and it brings up a much larger image. When you are finished with the larger image, there is a white X in the right corner of the image. Click on that and the image closes and you will be back on the blog.
If you want to save a copy of the image, right click on the larger image, a menu will pop up. Choose the choice that says something like "Save image as" (depending on the browser you are using, the wording may be a little different). Give the image a name and choose where you want to save it on your computer.

Below: A closer up view of the farm. This is from the side so that you can see more.
Image from Google Earth.
Thanks to R.P. for finding these modern day pictures.
In an earlier post I showed the farm as it was in 1988 when L.P. was able to visit in person.
I hope someday, I too, can visit the farm.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Why I created this blog.

From Oct. 2007-Sept. 2008 my husband, Leonard Ingermanson, and I served a full time mission for the LDS church in the Church & Family History Mission in Salt Lake City.  We were assigned to be in the US/Canada zone which meant we worked at the Family History Library. We decided that after we were released, we would stay in Salt Lake the month of Oct. and do personal research.

In Sept. 2008 there were Norwegian research classes being held at the Library, so I decided I better take them and get some expert help before it was too late. The classes taught me a lot and gave me the confidence to branch out and try the websites and other tools that were available.  With Ole Olsen's information written down, I went to the Norwegian archives website and within just a few minutes I had the image of his christening record up on my computer screen.  It had been so much easier than I though it would be. I was hooked. I played around with doing research but did not really get too serious until just a few days before we were to be released. I looked in a book listing all the farm names and found the Petterborg farm. Here is an earlier post about that book and what I found.

The last official day of our mission was 26 Set. 2008. The evening before, we decided to spend at the library doing research. I had a piece of paper with the Petterborg name written on it. I went up to the Scandinavian research desk to ask for some assistance with finding more information on them and their farm. I showed the consultant the paper and explained I needed help. Another consultant, who was standing right there, looked at the paper and said, "That is my family!" I about fell over. The consultant's name was R.S. and I had looked for her at the beginning of our mission but she was not working at the FHL at the time. I had left a message on her home answering machine but somehow we had never connected. She was back for her FIRST day after having hip replacement surgery and it was the last hours of my mission. Coincidence? I think not!! I spent the next couple of hours looking some things up and getting acquainted with R.S. Boy, was I excited to start my Petterborg research. I was flying high!!!

I am not sure where my information came for the Petterborg family that I have in my PAF (Personal Ancestral File) database. My husband was into genealogy, way before I was, and he spent quite a long time looking on the old Ancestral File (AF) and downloading information on my family. I had known the information on AF was not accurate but it still created a foundation on which to start researching. As I looked at what I had, I noticed there was very limited information on Ole and Maria's oldest children, Gine and Ole Johan. That was where I was going to start.

The last day of our mission was reserved for packing and wrapping things up but since we were staying another month, we had the whole day to work on research. I spent the whole day on the International floor next to the Scandinavian help desk and connected to a computer. I was so lucky because R.S. was on duty and I could ask her all kinds of questions. I really got a good start.


During the month, I found so much, that was new to me, and I am still not sure it is all where it needs to be. I hope this blog will be a place where others can find and share information. I was never quite sure where to go to learn about my family. It's probably because I did not realize there would come a time when those who knew would be gone and I would be left having to dig by myself. Oh how I wish I had taken the time to ask questions of those who had the answers--it would have been so much easier and a lot more fun!!!

I started this blog so that there was one place to go to coordinate what little I have to share and to organize the research I have done. I am hoping to find other Petterborgs who will enjoy reading and learning and might even have something to share.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Added information to today's earlier post

I posted photos earlier today and I received an email from L.P. He is the person who furnished the photos. He sent some added information about the family and area.
Here is what he sent--

 We were there in 1988. Nes (which means headland or promontory) is a common name in Norway, there may be a Nes in every county. Our Nes is in Hedmarken as you know. You can see it if you go to Google maps and find Hamar (north of Oslo) and then look to the west. At the tip of the peninsula into lake Mjsoa, you should find it. Petterborg is a place name; the name of a farm. The original settler (no relation) was named Petter and this was his borg (castle). Our name was taken from the site, not any person. The people that lived at the farm when we visited in 88 were named Stollen (the other name of the mailbox). If you look south from Nes, you will see an island, Helgoya, connected by a bridge. Our family lived on a farm at the southern tip of that island prior to moving to Petterborg. 
The name should be pronounced Petter Borg, not Peter Berg the way I grew up.

I have received some aerial photos of the area from R.P. but I was waiting to post them until I have a source. They are a great view of the area. Look for a post in the near future.

Modern Day Nes, Norway & the Petterborg Farm

When cousin, R.P., learned about the blog he sent me some beautiful photographs that he had received several years ago from another cousin, L.P. I contacted L.P. and he gave his permission to post the pictures.
In case this is the first post that you have read, I do not give the full names of living individuals. I will be more than happy to share contact information if you contact me personally.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words and I think these prove it.
This is a view of modern Nes, Norway.

Picture provided by and used with permission from L.P.

Just a little wider view.

Picture provided by and used with permission from L.P.

The Petterborg farm. I am not sure if all of these buildings are part of the farm but I assume since they are so close together that they are. They also look newer than buildings that would have been there in the 1860's when Ole and Marie lived there.
Picture provided by and used with permission from L.P.


Not much different than the bank of mailboxes found in rural America!

Picture provided by and used with permission from L.P.

Oh, to see this in person! Maybe, someday.

Picture provided by and used with permission from L.P.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Anne Mathea

It happened!!! Just what I was hoping would happen. I have connected with cousins and they shared beautiful pictures with me. This is EXACTLY what I was hoping would happen.
One cousin, R. P. sent pictures that were photocopied several years ago and I am trying to track down the originals. I will be excited to share those. D.R. sent pictures of Anne Mathea and gave permission to post them on the blog.
I previously mentioned that I am not going to post the information of living individuals but I will be more than willing to share contact information, if you get in touch with me.
If you see that I misspell a name, use the wrong date or post something that is not correct, please let me know.
I don't have a lot of information on Anne Mathea (I wish I knew what name she went by. Maybe someone can tell me!) but I will share what I have found in my research--from the time she was born until she came to America. I know there is much more about her but I have done absolutely no further research. DR did tell me she has a booklet written about Anne Mathea's life for a family reunion and she will share that with me after her move into a new home. I will post that information in a future blog. There are three more pictures at the end of this post. Be sure to see them.
Picture provided and used by permission of D.R.


Anne Mathea was born 23 Dec.1853 in Holvinsholm, Nes, Hedmark, Norway. She was christened 16 Apr 1854 in Nes, Hedmark, Norway. Here is an image of the record:


 I found the digitized images on The National Archives of Norway website. The source is listed as: Hedmark county, Nes, Parish register (official) nr. 4 (1852-1886), Birth and baptism records 1854, page 17.
The permanent page link will show the entire image.

I also found her LDS Church baptism and confirmation record. She was baptized 19 Aug 1867 and confirmed 20 Aug 1867 in Nes, Hedmark, Norway. Here is an image of the record:


I found this record on a roll of microfilm at the Family History Library. She is listed right below her parents. The source is film #123202 Item 5--Norway-LDS Church Records--Record of Members, 1861-1873 Hadeland. The image is not as clear as I would like it to be. I made them about 3 years ago and did not know how to enhance them. I was too anxious tonight to get them up on the blog to work with them. I may repost better images later.

I next found her emigration record. I found that she emigrated 30 Aug 1879 through Copenhagen, Denmark. It has her listed as Martha Peterborg, age 26 years and sailing on the ship Wyoming. The microfilm at the Family History Library was #0040994--Passageer-liste for udvandrerskibene fra København til Hull, 1872-1894 (Passenger lists of the members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints from the Scandinavian Mission who emigrated between the years 1872 to 1894), p.267. I think this record was kind of a synopsis of her emigration because the ship, Wyoming, only traveled between Liverpool and New York.

LDS emigrants usually came on ships that were chartered by the Church. The groups were very well organized and under the direction of priesthood leaders. The wiki at familysearch.org gives this information on emigration from Norway:

     In the mid 1860s, large numbers of people began leaving Norway on steamships. Most emigrants sailed to Hull, England; then traveled by train to Liverpool, England. From there they sailed to the United States and Canada. Steamships took only two to three weeks instead of three months, so emigration increased. During this time period 700,000 people left Norway.
     After the mid-1860s, most Norwegian emigrants left through the ports of Kristiania (Oslo), Bergen, Trondheim, and Stavanger.

When I knew the date she left Oslo, Norway for Hull, England, I then had an idea when to look on the New York Passenger Lists for her arrival in America. I found her arriving in New York 16 Sept 1879. Here is an image of the record:

She is listed as Martha Peterberg, age 26 and a spinster. She is passenger #107 in steerage. I don't recognize any names of other travelers. At least she had other family members waiting for her in America although I am not sure if she went to Utah or Idaho.

I next have her listed in the 1880 U.S. census, living with her father and sister in Oneida County, Idaho. She is listed as Matilda, her sister as Beatrice and her father as Ole Peterson. Even with the inconsistencies, I think this is the correct family.  The girls' ages are correct and the most convincing evidence is that they are living two houses from her brother, Emil and his family. They are on p. 18B, dwelling #162, family #164, and on lines 39-41.

I don't have much information about her after 1880. I hope that by posting this information I might connect with others who have things to share. I have that she married Jacob Jensen and William Charles Millard. I don't have accurate information to post, so I hope I can do that in the future.

Here are the 3 extra pictures of her. I am not proficient in using an image editing program. That is next on my "to do" list! These untouched photos will have to do for now. The information about the photo is listed underneath each picture.

Picture provided and used by permission of D.R.

The children have numbers on them and the information is written on the back.
Left to right, back row: Ada M., Anne Mathea, Oliver E., William Charles, Pearl
Three children in front: Lilia, Ethel, William H.
The baby, Lilia, was born in Aug of 1882 which means this picture was taken the later part of 1882.

Picture provided and used by permission of D.R.
Left to right, back row: Ada, William H., Ethel, Oliver, Lilia
Front row: Anne Mathea, Levean, Pearl holding her daughter, Hazel, Carl, William Charles
I found that Hazel was born in 1906, so again I am supposing this picture was taken in 1906.

Picture provided and used by permission of D.R.
This is a picture of Anne Mathea and the three grandchildren she raised. Her daughter, Ada, passed away in 1918 and Ada's husband, Joseph Bradford Kendall, Jr., died the next year in 1919. 
Theone is the son, Lula is the oldest daughter and Bertha, the youngest.

I have enjoyed learning about Anne Mathea and I look forward to learning more about her as I continue with my research and connecting with more cousins.


Wednesday, April 13, 2011

I Want to Know More Than Just the Facts

When I started doing genealogy, I didn't realize just how much these "people" would mean to me. They became more than just a name on a family group sheet or pedigree chart. There had to be more to them than just a birth date, marriage date and death date. I really wanted to know their stories, learn how they lived and see what they looked like.
Even as a little girl, I loved to have my mom tell me stories about when she was a little girl but I never thought to ask my Grandma, Grandpa, aunts and uncles about their lives. By the time I realized the importance of the stories, it was too late to ask those who could tell me. They had either died or were lost in the darkness of dementia. Just like most of us, I had thought they would always be around. It didn't dawn on me, until I was almost 50, and becoming the oldest generation, that I didn't know a lot about my ancestors.
As I became more interested in genealogy, I met wonderful friends who had beautiful pictures and stories of their ancestors. They had more than just the facts and it made me also want to know more than just the facts about my family. That is why this blog has become--I want to connect with others who are related and share what I know with them and learn what they know and want to share with me and others.
I know that this life is just part of a long journey and that we knew each other before we were born. Life goes on, even after death, and I am grateful that I will one day again see my family. I will be able to really "get the facts" and learn about their lives.
I once read a beautiful poem that showed that there is indeed more to a person's life than just the dates on their tombstone. The dash between the birth date and death date represents much more than the space it takes up. It encompasses all of life's experiences—good and bad, happy and sad. It is important what we do between our birth and death. The 36-line poem touches on other subjects but it really got me thinking about what that dash represents in my ancestor's lives.
          The Dash by Linda Ellis
Here is a link to the author's website. A short video illustrates the poem. I hope you enjoy it!