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Andor Romsaas
d.29 Sep 1969
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| Name |
Andor Romsaas |
| Gender |
Male |
| Birth? |
25 Jan 1890 |
Minnesota, USA |
| Baptism[1] |
1890 |
Our Saviour's Lutheran Church of Baxter, Boyd, Lac Qui Parle, Minnesota, USA |
| Confirmation[2] |
25 Oct 1903 |
Our Saviour's Lutheran Church of Baxter, Boyd, Lac Qui Parle, Minnesota, USA |
| Death? |
29 Sep 1969 |
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| Burial[3] |
1 Oct 1969 |
Our Saviour's Lutheran Church of Baxter Cemetary, Boyd, Lac Qui Parle, Minnesota, USA |
| Other[4] |
World War I |
Field Kitchen, FranceAnecdote |
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References
- ↑ The History of Our Saviour's Lutheran Church of Baxter,(The Story of It's Birth and Continuing Growth Through the Years). (1993)
Appendix C (Baptism), Fourth Page, First Column. - ↑ The History of Our Saviour's Lutheran Church of Baxter,(The Story of It's Birth and Continuing Growth Through the Years). (1993)
Appendix D (Confirmations), Fifth Page, First Column.
- ↑ Funeral Service at Our Savior's Lutheran Church of Baxter, Boyd,
Minnesota, at 2:30 PM on 1 October 1969.
- ↑ I KNOW THERE IS A GOD
As told by Olaf Viken
On a farm northwest of Boyd, Minnesota there lived a couple many years ago, they were Mary and Andor Romsaas, immigrants from Norway.
Erik and Abelone had a large family, but with the passing of time one after the other married and moved away, three (I believe) passed away leaving Mary and Andor who still claimed the old farmstead their home. Mary and Andor never married.
Then came World War I and Andor was one of the first to be drafted for
military service from this community and saw plenty of action on the battle fields of France. At the end of the war Andor came back to the farm to again assume management of the old farm.
Mary was office manager for the doctors in Dawson for many years, but
with the passing of the 'old folks' she came back to the farm as housekeeper for Andor.
Mary and Andor were nice Christian people and a joy to visit with, and
were always welcome in our home. Andor was never much for talking, but one fine summer evening we visited them, and Mary and my wife were busy with their things, he opened up and told me of his experiences in the war. From here let Andor tell it....
'My folks always wanted to go to Church on Sunday morning, so it was up
to me to take them. That bored me, I never got much out of a dry sermon... Then war came, and war changes things.....
My company was moving up in the black of night there once, and we were
never told why but we could hear gunfire more clearly so we knew we were getting closer to the front. We were putting up a field kitchen when the Captain called us together and told us 'we were replacement troups' which were to take over for a company then at the front which had been there for about four days and were worn to a frazzle..'They have suffered some casualties, and we may have to do the same, so, if you fellows know how to pray, I advise you to do it'...Now get yourself a good meal, it is hard to tell when we get the next one, and be prepared to move up in the morning. One more thing, when you go for chow don't run across like a bunch of sheep to be spotted from air or sniping, scatter out.'
As I stepped out the door with my messkit full of grub I distinctly felt
a hand on my shoulder firm enough to make me stop. At that very moment a shell came along and took the messkit right out of my hand, one more step would have meant curtaines for me...If that was not God's hand, whose hand was it? There was nobody closer than about ten feet from me....'
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