My Dad was a six foot tall, very handsome man. He was a cutter in a sash & door Co. His job was to cut up the wood in the correct lengths, so that they could make window frames and such. My Dad could look at a tree, and tell you within a few feet how many frames you could get out of that tree, he was very good at this. He had a wonderful tenor voice. He sang in one quartet for over 25 years.

Tragedy struck our home one Sunday morning, about 7: A.M. The Lord came and took my Dad home with him, to Heaven. I was nine then that May, oh how we missed him, this was on June 7th 1914. I remember the funeral, it was so large, I rode in a Hack, it was driven by two horses. And the Hearse was all glass, also driven by two horses. The flowers were so many we could not get only half of them in the church. This church still stands on the corner of 30th Ave. No. and Emerson. Mpls. The Bethlehem Methodist. We no longer have it. The passing of our Father, was a hard blow to us, and of course to my Mother.

Charles Irlodt Swensen