From: Kringhaug@shaw.ca Subject: Memories of the Civil War Date: May 14, 2005 2:42:36 AM CDT Translated from 'Nordmændene i Amerika' by Martin Ulvestad. 1907 http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~maggiebakke/ulvestad.html "Norwegians in American Wars" Memories of the Civil War (by Torkel Torgersen, Erskine, Minn.)* "-----Now I was a soldier and as such I came to learn the soldier's life. We came to Madison with our Company and began to train and when more Companies arrived, we went to Camp Randall in the outskirts of Madison where we learned to drill and at the same time became acquainted with one another. Among the soldiers there were three who were well-known from Norway and who probably were still spoken of at home for their fighting ability. Tosten Dangerud, one of Hallingdal's best fighters who when drunk caused much damage and was feared by our soldiers. I remember once that he came roaring into our quarters. Everyone ran out the door except one who remained, which Tosten took as defiance. After an exchange of words it ended that Tosten was sent headlong between two bunks. There were three bunks above one another. Tosten had little room and could not get out until he humbly promised to be a good boy. After that he always left the man at peace. Christian Colbjørnsen from Christiania was also another brawler there. He was also known for his great strength since it was said that he could get under a horse, lift it up from the ground and swing it around. He also found his superior, the same man who stowed Tosten into the bunk. Now those celebrities were conquered but Andreas Fosse from Sogn**, who at home had travelled around as a peddler, was probably better than the other two. It was said that he could put his heels on a chair and his head on another and support three men who sat on him. He never had the opportunity to show his strength in the regiment for he never picked a quarrel and left everyone at peace. I believe besides that the Fifteenth Regiment consisted of such good soldiers as any regiment could show; all healthy and fit and courageous. When we left Madison we knew little of what we would undergo in the three years that faced us. We came to St. Louis where we were taken aboard boats and sent to the vicinity of Island No. 10, which our gunships bombarded for over two weeks. During that time we lived partly on the boats and partly on log booms where we did our cooking. It was not unusual to see one or another with a coffee cup or soup bowl in their hands fall between the logs to the laughter and amusement of the onlookers but little joy for those who received an involuntary bath and lost their food. We guarded the land on the Missouri side so the enemy could not come and attack our gunships that were on that side of the river. We guarded a two to three long line. I will never forget a night when together with some others I was set on watch at 7 o'clock in the evening. The sky was filled with thick, black and coppery clouds that indicated a coming storm and we did not have to wait long. The rain began to fall in torrents. The thunder struck blow after blow. The lightning lit the sky so it looked like the inside of a stove and sparks seemed to fall all around us. And to make things worse the cannons at Madrid Bend, right across from us, began to fire and things really broke loose. Round after round for about two hours. Many of the rounds crossed the river, uncomfortably close to us. We became rather unconcerned as we walked back and forth since we knew that nothing could come through the impenetrable darkness after the worst of the thunderstorm had passed. Three or four of us walked together in order to better pass the time. We took a rail, set it in a fence and sat on it. But we had not been there long before a cannon ball came and hit the fence. That sent a cold shiver down our backs but we stayed where we were except for one man who ran off into a field and threw himself down. That was hardly pleasant for the field was soaked with water. We were not relieved until 5 o'clock in the morning. The reason was that the watch troops had been lodged in a log cabin and a cannon ball went right through it, breaking a log and sending the watch to flight. They found a mortar scow where they stayed the rest of the night and so we were left to our fate. This was our first test under fire but we found harder nuts to crack after a while. The reason the rebels used such heavy cannon fire was that three of our gunships sailed past the island and when they had successfully made the trip, there was nothing else for the enemy to do but surrender. The next morning we were ordered to go ashore at Madrid Bend and gather prisoners and anything else. And many a full box of clothing was packed and sent to the families up north. Now we had the island in our possession and three Companies of the Fifteenth Regiment were ordered to remain and set up defenses in case the enemy should come back up the river. But before the Brigade left us we made a little excursion to a railroad station called Union City, 21 miles from Hickman. We went by boat from the island and up the river and went ashore at Hickman. From there it was away through the country without knowing where we were going. It became rather dark before we halted. We knew then that something unusual was ahead for we were not allowed to speak loudly or light fires. We had to eat hardtack and drink cold water. During the night we held our rifles like a mother holds her child. As the day began to dawn we were again on the march. We went straight into the forest that had been cut down, with trees felled in all directions. We crept ahead as best we could and it was not long before we were right at a little rebel camp to whom we sent a rifle salvo as a morning greeting. I will never forget the activity in the little camp and before we knew it all the men sprang out of their tents. Some had their trousers in their hands but most had just their shirts on. And in that costume they had to cover the three miles to a cavalry camp of several thousand men which we knew about and who caused us to be nimble-footed. We knew that after the first shock was over they would pursue us. We burned the camp, took the horses and set off as quickly as we could. We reached Hickman and as we were boarding the boats we saw the enemy on the heights above Hickman and thanks to our gunship we were not taken prisoner. Happy and satisfied we came back to the island where our Brigade departed and left us alone. After we had gotten the island in a defensible condition, two of our Companies were sent to join the Regiment much to everyone's happiness. We had tired of the monotonous life as well as the hard work we had to carry out. At the same time a good many of us had gotten sick from the poor water since we had no other but the Mississippi River. In the eight months from when we left Madison until we came to Bowling Green, Ky. my weight had reduced from 240 to 145 pounds when I joined many others admitted to hospital. I believed I would never be well again but I was satisfied that I could be there whether it would be life or death. It was in the fall when we came there when all the fruit was ripe and the farmers took all their loads of apples and other produce to market. And we duped many farmers badly, when some engaged in good conversation with them, others were behind the wagon and ripped open the sacks and stole what we found. It was a sort of mania. We stole whether we needed it or not and whether it lead to death or not. For my part, I had been warned not to eat green fruit but this admonition I had forgotten as well as the doctor's instructions with regard to the food he prescribed for me. That consisted of a little piece of well-toasted bread and a little tea to drink. I gathered up the left-overs I found in the room and ate them until the doctor forbade it and told the waiters not to give me anything other than his prescription. Then I went to the kitchen where I was always well provided for. That did not last long before I was denied food there also. But I was not at a loss. Outside the kitchen there were always one or more barrels that contained scraps from the kitchen and from them I had many a good meal. The victory was won. The doctor promised me I would get no medicine but would die like a dog. I would be permitted to eat all I wished and what I wished for the short time he told me I would live. Naturally I was grateful to the doctor, not so much for the honourable death he promised me but for the good meals I expected, which was no deceit. I ate all I wished and what I wished and remarkably I got better day by day and in a short time I was well enough to return to the Regiment. I believe this is the place to recount a touching occurrence that happened at the hospital. Everyone in the Regiment knew the Urnes brothers. There were three of them in the Regiment. Andreas Urnes was the Colour Bearer. And he was equal to the job. There was no braver soldier in the Regiment than him. The same with his brother Ole, who after the war went to Douglas County where he was sheriff for many years. But their youngest brother, a small and young boy whose name I cannot recall even though he was one of my best friends, especially in the hospital. There were many of our Regiment there but this little Urnes was treated by all of us like a pet. (This boy's name was Peter, see the account earlier in the book. M.U.) His engaging face made him beloved by all of us. He had a habit of washing his feet every day. One day while he sat near the stove and washed he said to me that he did not have long to live. I laughed at him and said that it was just his imagination, which I also believed. But I had to help him to his bed, which we had never had to do before. On his request I pulled out a folder from under his pillow that contained some letters and photographs of his sister. I promised to give these articles to his brother Andreas which I later did along with a brotherly farewell. He called on the nurse and asked her to call all the Norwegians in the hospital to him, which was done. When they came he could see nothing but he called us by name and asked each of us come to him. Then he took each of us by the hand and thanked us for the love we had shown him. When he had said farewell to all of us he folded his hands on his breast and recited Our Father aloud and clearly. We stood by his bedside and thought he had exerted himself too much and fallen asleep. But to our great surprise he was dead. I have seen many dead and dying but never anyone who died so cheerfully and who seemed to be as pain-free as him. Another curious thing happened at the same hospital. A French-Canadian, who was also with our Regiment but whose name I will not mention, had a hatred of dogs and cats and the more he could torture these animals the more content he was. He died in the hospital and was placed in the mortuary overnight as usual but the unusual thing that happened to him was that the rats ate up his face during the night. Our Regiment now came back from Louisville where they had pursued Bragg and his army without ever coming to a battle. It looked as though they were play-acting. They were seldom more than a half-day's march from each other. It was also told that the two army leaders often visited each other at night. Since they were brothers-in-law this was possible. When our Regiment came to Elmira I left the hospital without the doctor knowing it and found my Company. I remember that night as if it was now. The snow was quite high in the fields and we made a bonfire, pushed the snow aside and lay around the fire. The next morning there were many sick admitted to the hospital and to my great annoyance, I was one of them and the doctor did not wish to have me. The hospital to which we were admitted was a big church. In this hospital just as many people died as in all the other hospitals together. Possibly the reason was that the doctor was a rebel. Several times I heard him shout hurrah for Jeff Davis when he was drunk, which was not infrequently. In a while I was discharged from the hospital and with several others sent back to the Regiment that was then in Murfreesboro, Tenn. where many of our boys had to give their lives in a three day battle that took place at Christmas and where our army won a brilliant victory under the command of our brave General Rosecrans. I will omit details about work, patrols and small raids in the countryside where our brave Colonel Heg, who always received fame for his many displays of bravery, was our leader. He was not only brave and quick-witted in battle but he dealt with the soldiers as his equals. I recall that many times he would go around the camp and when he found someone who had more than the usual rations he got a plate and a cup and sat with us and ate and had one or another amusing story to tell. This made him beloved and popular in the whole Brigade he commanded. Our Regiment and Brigade were always the ones to be found where they were most needed, such as when we marched from Murfreesboro to the Tennessee River where we supposed that the enemy had hidden in the woods on the other side. Our pontoon boats were all pulled up into a line with so and so many men ordered into each boat and on a given signal all the boats were launched, full of soldiers who competed to see who would be first on the other side. Again it was Heg, as usual, who was first ashore but instead of the warm reception we expected from the enemy not a shot was fired since they had all left. The advance was now in full force with small actions here and there daily but since this is of little interest I will omit that and begin with the 19th September 1863. At dawn the Brigade was awakened, had a hasty breakfast and five days provisions were issued to each man. Just when we were finished and on the march shooting began at some distance. The shooting stopped after a while and the only thing one can compare it with is when a strong hailstorm hits the roof with a strong thunderclap all at once. One day on this march, decks of cards seemed to become so heavy that no one wished to carry them, and cards were strewn all along the way. Whether this was done to lighten the load or because of conscience, shall be unsaid. The reader may judge for himself. That morning I and a young lad, Ole Gunstinsen, also from Sætersdalen made a promise to one another that if one should fall and the other be saved, he would tell the parents about the fallen one. My comrade disappeared that I had to tell his parents much later. When we got to the place where the battle took place and were ordered in a battle line, I took three crackers and began to eat. I thought that it might be some time before I would get something to eat which later turned out to be so. I had eaten two but threw away the third when the shooting began. We were then in the tumult of battle and drove the enemy back but it did not last long before we had to pull back to our lines. In that manner we drove each other back and forth seven times. At that time my hand was wounded but it did not hinder me from shooting but then I received a bullet that made me unconscious for a moment and when I stopped and examined my wound I believed that my thigh bone was broken. I laid down in the shelter of a big tree but it was not long before the bullets hit the tree and the small bushes seemed to be alive. At that same time a Lieutenant of our Regiment came who I asked for help. But he could not because a little piece of his little finger was shot off which he showed me and left. I hoped that his head would go the next time. I discovered that I could walk and I hobbled along until Colonel Heg saw me and pointed the right way since I was on the way toward the rebels who lay in a field beside us. I followed the new direction and got past our lines, but not far. The blood loss was great and I began to see stars. I had to sit down and rest and thought that possibly someone would come and bind up my wounds. Several passed by but none had the time to help me. Finally two men came of whom one was kind enough to help me. He put a bandage on which consisted of the bottom of my shirt. But when he was putting a pin in it a cannon ball plowed into the ground just five feet from us. The lad dropped the pin and bandage and bolted away as fast as he could. I suppose I would have done the same in his place. We did not know if it was a ball or a shell but we fled in fear. I had to continue with the bandage but was in such a hurry I forgot my food and cartridge case. I received the help of a man who supported me until we came to an ambulance that took me and another wounded a short distance away and left us near a small unoccupied house and laid us under some big trees. My comrade died the first night while I lay there for five days without food or drink before I was found by our people who brought me to the hospital, four or five miles from the place where the battle took place. On the 20th September our army had to withdraw to Chattanooga and many ran like frightened sheep. Almost no one knew where their comrades were. At Chattanooga our army entrenched itself to receive the enemy. We were now in the enemy's hands. Our doctor and nurses were ordered to let themselves be taken prisoner so they could treat their badly wounded. The lightly wounded escaped to Chattanooga. After five days I was found and brought to the hospital where we received treatment but little or no food. It was there I first heard that our valiant Colonel had fallen. I do not think that I grieved more over my father's death than I did his. It was said about him that he was foolhardy. But never did we go into any danger unless he was in the lead. Nor did he plunge himself or us into danger without knowing how to get us out again. We were in the hospital for six days. One day a black woman came to our tent and wished to have our laundry. I gave her my bloody and stiff trousers and that was the last I saw of them and later had to use a piece of the tent that I wrapped around me like a skirt. I used that until I got to Nashville, Tenn. We were all exchanged under parole and transported through the lines by the rebels. We drove through the battlefield where the naked dead were strewn about, eleven days after the battle. It was a terrible sight to see the dead people and horses among each other. I must praise our drivers as they treated us with great friendship. Similarly when we came to their camp where we stopped for a time and the lads came to us with food and coffee - more than we could have expected from enemies. We came to Chattanooga in the evening where they received us as though we were brothers. Our wounds were examined and dressed and we all received good food, something we were not used to get. The next morning I heard that my Regiment was encamped in the outskirts of the city and I walked there on two crutches. It still makes me happy when I think of the hearty reception from the Company and Regiment and I will never forget the affection Lieutenant Simonsen showed me. He could not have treated a brother with more friendship. The next day he brought me clothing. He accompanied me to the hospital in the evening. Then something happened that was unexpected. Early the next morning we were taken by ambulance again to Stevenson. The roads seemed almost impassable and many of the wounded soldiers could feel it. Finally we got to Stevenson and there we were packed into box cars like a herd of pigs. Then the trip continues to Nashville where we were admitted to hospital and received good treatment in every way and our improvement went quickly. But the longing for home was unbearable for me and when they believed I was well enough I received permission to go home. *The account that Torgeresen sent me unfortunately had to be shortened a bit. **Andreas Fosse was from Voss, not from Sogn We find him listed in the Honour Roll as a Captain (previously in the book). He fell at Stone River after having shown unusual bravery. Some camp memories Our Orderly Sergeant, John Underwood, was the swiftest and best we had in the Regiment. He was skilled at boxing and quick as lightning although not very big. He taught me the art of boxing in a rather reckless way so that blood often flowed from my mouth and nose. Such joking was more than I could take and he always had to flee as best he could. But it was not long before I was just as good in the art as he was for I was a quick learner but mainly because I wished to pay him back for all the bloody noses he gave me. And it was not long before I gave him tit for tat so I could get my debt satisfied for me if not always for him. Nevertheless we were inseparable. Where one was, both were. At the same time it seemed that the lads had little fun if we were not along. They knew that we always had a grudge and seldom did they miss any amusement. We lived at that time in Camp Washburn on the outskirts of Milwaukee. Once six or eight of us were going to walk to the city. Underwood was the first in line and I was behind him. On the way we came upon a man who was driving a cart of wet manure. Underwood said he would give $5.00 to the one who could throw him onto the load. The words were no sooner out of his mouth than I grabbed him from behind and flung him full length onto the load so that the manure squirted out to both sides. I had to take flight and had no time to wait for my payment even though he did his best to catch me. His uniform was ruined and I accompanied him to the camp so he could change his clothes and be more suitable for our company. One Sunday afternoon some of us were going to town. We ate our midday meal which consisted of butter, bread, coffee and black molasses that was served on our tin plates. Underwood came behind me to do mischief and after the third time he had pulled me onto the floor by the ears, I grabbed him and threw him the full length of the mess table so the cups and dishes and their contents made a dreadfull mess of his Sunday clothes. Once again he had to change. One Sunday there was inspection which always took place at nine in the morning. We were all ready to fall in when I went to Underwood's room and found him hurriedly dressing. On his request to help by putting his cartridge case and bayonet on his belt, I did that hastily but used a rusty bayonet that hung on the wall. I set the belt on him and we raced out the door and into the line. It happened it was a bright and cloudless day and the regiment was lined up such that the sun shone in our eyes so we could not see as well as we should. The inspection began and Underwood was the first. The Captain took his rifle and asked what it was with his bayonet. Underwood scowled at me. The Captain wished to have an explanation and Underwood told the whole story. There was hearty laughter from the Colonel, the Captain and the whole Regiment so every officer in the Regiment was able to take part in the fun we had. But the worst trick I played on him I cannot tell in its entirety. Suffice to say that he took a large poker and chased after me all around the camp. I had a good lead so the poker was of little use to him. Had he reached me there would have been an unpleasant contact with my poor skin. During the run we passed by the Officer's Quarters and since it was a warm and pleasant day the officers and some visitors from town had gathered so the balcony was full of both sexes. Our Captain asked what was going on. Underwood explained without beating around the bush to the hearty laughter and amusement of everyone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------- A remarkable event occurred on this trip. The boat we travelled on stopped for two to three hours at a town whose name I cannot remember but it does not matter to the story. We took a trip up through the town. Moore and I were together. We noticed a man across the street who was looking at us. Finally he came over and greeted me and asked to speak to me alone. This man belonged to a regiment that was put together of escaped soldiers from the South and who were sent six weeks before to Fort Snelling. He and four others had remained in Milwaukee, where the regiment had served at Camp Reno and were seen as deserters and considered such by us. One evening I was out and looking for them in Milwaukee and I found and arrested him. This was after eleven o'clock and the street lights had been put out. He escaped and I fired three times and hit him twice, once in the arm and once in the shoulder but luckily he was only lightly injured. I did not find the man and my comrades made fun of me because I let him escape. This was the man who wished to speak to me. He was on his way to his regiment but was out of money and could not get anywhere and had found out that his regiment had left Fort Snelling. I spoke to Moore and we took him with us and reported that he had been in Milwaukee and was now heading to his regiment. We finally got to Fort Snelling and on our return trip we happened to get on the same boat we came up on. After that my comrades had to guard me so the boat's crew could not take their planned revenge. We came to La Crosse in the afternoon and we were to take the train in the evening. Sergeant Moore was the only one who had any money left and he took a sleeping car. When he left he said we should take the first class car since our tickets were for that and we needed to sleep since we had had little sleep on the trip. When we boarded the train I went into a first class car but my comrades went into second class. I gave them my rifle and some other things I had and went back and put my ticket in my hat and soon fell asleep. After a while I was awakened by the conductor with a request for my ticket. I directed him to my hat and felt that he should not have disturbed me. He let me know that I only had right to a second class car and had to get out and so his order would be complied with quickly he grabbed my by the collar in an impolite manner and lifted me out of the seat. I believed that we were about to play a game and grabbed the conductor by the throat so forcibly that he let go. There was not a little laughter among the passengers over this little incident. The conductor left and I occupied the seat and soon fell asleep and did not wake up until we were in Milwaukee. As the day passed and we had had some food I went to speak to my comrades and walked past the Captain's office. He waved to me and I went in. I feared a severe dressing down and was not a little amazed when he gave me a big glass of whisky and said that Sergeant Moore had told him everything. A battle on the lake. Once a Sergeant from a regular regiment who was stationed at a fort at Detroit came to get five men who had deserted from there. Since he was alone he received five men from our Regiment to accompany him with the prisoners. I was the only one from my Company with him. We boarded the boat in the evening and were heading for Grand Haven. When the boat was well under way, the Sergeant asked me if I believed we could lie down to sleep and let the others keep watch. We could not forsee any danger since it was impossible to escape out on the lake. The Sergeant gave his instructions to the watch and we laid down and soon slept. How long I had slept I do not know but I was awakened by the Sergeant in a very rough way as he gave me a very hard kick in the side and asked me to get up quickly. Either there was a fire on the boat or we were about to sink. Something unusual must have happened from the way he behaved. I jumped up, rubbed my eyes and gathered my wits and then asked what was going on. He asked me to follow him. We had not gone far before we found two of the watch dead drunk. We had no use for them. All four of the guards and three prisoners had occupied the saloon where they were the lords. They each had a hatchet and with those weapons they drove everyone out the door and promised to split the skull of the first to come in. The Sergeant told me this on our way and when we came to the door he asked me what we should do. I felt that I was more responsible for this than the Sergeant since he had consulted me and perhaps believed I knew the guards and thought they could be relied upon. Without hesitation I asked if he had his revolver and to have his handcuffs ready as well. I opened the door and a man stood in the middle of the floor with a raised hatchet ready to throw or chop. I went straight to him and grabbed his hand and asked the Sergeant to come in. We put the handcuffs on him and had him under control. But where was the other one? I asked the Sergeant to remain where he was and I would go out to look for the other one. The first thing I bumped against outside the door was a barrel full of water with a bucket in it. It was so dark I could not see anything when I came out from the light. I left the barrel but had not gone more than three paces when my foot struck something which I found to be was a man lying there. I tried to awaken him but could not. I then tried to lift him up and found he was neither so asleep nor so drunk as he wished me to believe. I left him and went to the barrel and took a pail full of water which I poured on the man and he jumped up like a cat and grabbed me around the waist with both arms. This was something unexpected but I was able to grasp him by the throat and squeezed so forcibly that he had to loosen his grip. I dragged him into the saloon by the neck where we also put him in handcuffs. Now I found time to look around and such destruction and vandalism I have never seen. A large mirror that went across the whole wall was smashed and only the frame remained. Every single bottle and glass was broken in pieces and the counter looked more like a butcher's block than anything else since they had chopped it and totally destroyed it. But before we came to Grand Haven everyone was on their feet to leave the boat. All our prisoners had revceived enough money and to show their gratitude to the guards they contributed a sum of money for division. But since I had not held them in awe they forgot me which the Sergeant did not think much of. He had received $29 and gave me $10. He also had devised a plan so I could share with the others. In this way I received $35 from one who had received $85 and from another $10. Thereby I could live like a gentleman on my trip home." http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~maggiebakke/ulvestad.html "Norwegians in American Wars"

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Pedersen, Hansen Classification: Biography Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/lcC.2ACI/348 Message Board Post: Serine Larsdatter (1840-1905) Housewife (b. 1840, Drange farm, Herad parish, Farsund, Vest-Agder, Norway - d. October 06, 1905, Vanse parish, Farsund, Vest-Agder, Norway) Birth: Serine was born in 1840 to Lars Aadnessen. Marriage: She married Peder Andreas Pedersen (1830-?) on July 26, 1862 at Herad parish in Farsund. Peder was the son of Peder Andreas Hansen of Log (1790-1849); and Maren Sophia Olsdatter of Gullestad (1791-1868). Peder was listed as "Peder Andreas Pederssen". Children: Together they had the following children: Peder Elias Pedersen (1863-before1868); Lars Pedersen (1865) who was baptised on October 01, 1865; Lars Emanuel Pedersen (1869-?) who was baptised on July 18, 1869; Mathilde Sophie Amalia Pedersen (1872-?) who was baptised on Christmas Eve, December 24, 1872; Peder Severin Pedersen (1876-?) who was baptised on March 05, 1876; Anton Martin Teodore Pedersen (1879-?) who was baptised on November 23, 1879; and Inga Pedersen (1885-1928) who emigrated to New York in the United States and married Emil Schneider (1884-1955). All the children were baptised in Farsund. Farsund, Norway: The family appears in the 1865 Norway Census living at 36 Kirkegaden in Farsund, where Peder was working as a "fragtemand". In the 1900 Norway Census they were living at 50b Nykastelgaden Street, Farsund, Vest-Agder, Norway and Peder was working as a "Bagervend" or bread seller. Death: Serine died on October 06, 1905 in Vanse parish in Farsund. Burial: She was buried on October 12, 1905. The Vanse churchbook lists her as: "Baker's wife Serine Pedersen, baker Peder A. Pedersen, born 1840 Drange in Herad."

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Villumsen, Andreasdotter, Classification: Biography Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/lcC.2ACI/347 Message Board Post: Lars Peder Villumsen (1849-1914) aka Peder Villumsen. Birth: He was the son of Willum Andreas Larsen (1816-1896) and Olene Andrea Pedersdatter (1819-1912). Baptism: He was baptised on December 26, 1849 at Feda, Vest-Agder, Norway under the name: "Lars Peder Williamsen". Siblings: Gine Martene Villumsdatter (1845-1903) who married Ole Mathias Tønnesson (1843-1929) in 1865 and moved to Skranefjell farm, in Fede by 1900; Jakob Elias Willumsen (1853-1928) who married Anna Elisabeth Olesdatter (1855-1909) in 1878 and emigrated to the United States and after her death he returned to Norway and married Freddrikke Abrahamsdatter (1894-1985) aka Freddrikke Abrahamsdatter of Haugeland; Kristiane M. Villumsdatter (1860-1883); and Villumine A. Villumsdatter (1863-after1900). All the children were born in Feda, Kvinesdal, Vest-Agder, Norway. Dalen Farm, Norway: He appears in the 1865 Norway Census living on Dalen farm, Fede, Kvinesdal, Vest-Agder, Norway under the name "Peder Villumsen". First Marriage: He married Anne Severine Andreasdotter (1855-1898) in 1871. Children: Vilhelm Andreas Pedersson (1872-?) who married Trine Marie Nilsdotter (1870-?) in 1897; Oline Pedersdotter (1874-?) who emigrated to the United States; Peder Adolf Pedersson (1877-1899); Arents Pedersson (1881-?); and Gesine Pedersdotter (1884-?) who emigrated to the United States. Dalen farm, Fede parish: In 1900 he was a widower living on Dalen farm in Fede parish. He appears under the name: "Peder Villumsen". His children are listed as: "Arents Pedersen"; and "Gesine Pedersdatter". Second Marriage: After her death he married Oline Andreasdotter (1877-?) in 1903.

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Tønnessen, Carlsen, Olesdatter, Villumsdatter Classification: Biography Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/lcC.2ACI/346 Message Board Post: Ole Mathias Tønnessen (1843-1929) Birth: He was the son of Tonnes Carlsen and Sara Olesdatter. Baptism: He was baptised on May 28, 1843 in Feda parish, Vest-Agder, Norway Marriage: He married Gine Martene Villumsdatter (1845-1903). She was the daughter of Willum Andreas Larsen (1816-1896) and Olene Andrea Pedersdatter (1819-1912). Children: Tobias Severin Olsson (1874-1942) who married Josefine Gesine Jakobsdotter (1871-1962) of Lista in Farsund. Kvinesdal, Vest-Agder, Norway: In 1900 he was living with his wife and mother-in-law. Gine was listed as "Gine Martine Tønnessen". Her mother was listed as "Olene Andrea Pedersdatter" and he was listed as "Ole Tønnessen". They were living on Skranefjeld Farm, Fede parish, Kvinesdal, Vest-Agder, Norway

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Pedersdatter, Hansen, Gullestad, Larsen, Log Classification: Biography Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/lcC.2ACI/345.1 Message Board Post: Table 1 Klungland nedre Dalen, Oline Andrea Pedersdotter. Born about 1820 in Klungland Herad Farsund Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Moved in about 1845 to nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Died 1912 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Married 1845 (Feda Gards og slektshistorie) to nedre Dalen, Villum Andreas Larsson. Born 1815 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Died 1896 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Children: nedre Dalen Ulland, Gine Martine Villumsdotter. Born 1845 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). See table 2, p 1. nedre Dalen, Peder Villumsson. Born 1848 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Lived 1865 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Died døyyde i båten på veg heim frå kyrkje i Feda 1914 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). See table 8, p 1. nedre Dalen Ulland, Jakob Elias Villumsson. Born 1852 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Lived 1865 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). See table 10, p 1. nedre Dalen, Kristiane Villumsdotter. Born 1859 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Lived 1865 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). nedre Dalen, Villumine Villumsdotter. Born 1862 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Lived 1865 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Table 2 (generation 1) (From Table 1, p 1) nedre Dalen Ulland, Gine Martine Villumsdotter. Born 1845 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Moved in to Ulland Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Moved in 1888 to nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Married før 1865 (Feda Gards og slektshistorie) to Ulland nedre Dalen, Ole Mathias Tønnesson. Born 1843 in Ulland Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Moved in makeskifta gard 1888 to nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Died 1929 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Children: nedre Dalen Skranefjell, Tobias Severin Olsson . Born 1874 (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Died 1942 in Skranefjell Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). See table 3, p 1. Table 3 (generation 2) (From Table 2, p 1) nedre Dalen Skranefjell, Tobias Severin Olsson . Born 1874 (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Died 1942 in Skranefjell Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Married (Feda Gards og slektshistorie) to ? Skranefjell, Josefine Gesine Jakobsdotter. Born 1871 in Lista Farsund Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Moved in to Skranefjell Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Died 1962 in Skranefjell Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Children: Skranefjell ytre Hauge, Gunda Tobiasdotter. Born 1899 in Skranefjell Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). See table 4, p 1. Skranefjell Bruseland, Olga Tobiasdotter. Born 1901 in Skranefjell Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). See table 5, p 1. Skranefjell, Torvald Tobiasson. Born 1907 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). See table 6, p 1. Skranefjell Loshavn, Sally Tobiasdotter. Born 1909 in Skranefjell Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). See table 7, p 1. Skranefjell, Olav Tobiasson. Born 1912 in Skranefjell Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Lived ugift 1980 (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Table 4 (generation 3) (From Table 3, p 1) Skranefjell ytre Hauge, Gunda Tobiasdotter. Born 1899 in Skranefjell Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Married (Feda Gards og slektshistorie) to ytre Hauge, Bernt. Born about 1895 (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Table 5 (generation 3) (From Table 3, p 1) Skranefjell Bruseland, Olga Tobiasdotter. Born 1901 in Skranefjell Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Married (Feda Gards og slektshistorie) to Bruseland, Simon. Born about 1900 in Lyngdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Table 6 (generation 3) (From Table 3, p 1) Skranefjell, Torvald Tobiasson. Born 1907 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Moved in to Amerika (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Married in Amerika (Feda Gards og slektshistorie) to ? Skranefjell,. Born (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Table 7 (generation 3) (From Table 3, p 1) Skranefjell Loshavn, Sally Tobiasdotter. Born 1909 in Skranefjell Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Married (Feda Gards og slektshistorie) to Loshavn, Syvert. Born about 1905 (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Table 8 (generation 1) (From Table 1, p 1) nedre Dalen, Peder Villumsson. Born 1848 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Lived 1865 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Died døyyde i båten på veg heim frå kyrkje i Feda 1914 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Married 1st 1871 (Feda Gards og slektshistorie) to indre Raustad, Anne Severine Andreasdotter. Born 1855 in indre Raustad Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Kvinesdal I Gards og ættesoge). Moved in to Tromøy Arendal Aust-Agder (Kvinesdal I Gards og ættesoge). Moved in 1878 to nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Died 1898 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Er dette den rette Anne Severine Raustad?. Under nedre Dalen står det at Anne Severine var fødd i 1841, under Raustad er Anne Severine Andreasdotter fødd i 1855. (JR) Children: nedre Dalen Skranefjell, Vilhelm Andreas Pedersson. Born 1872 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). See table 9, p 1. nedre Dalen, Oline Pedersdotter. Born 1874 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Moved in to Amerika (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). nedre Dalen, Peder Adolf Pedersson. Born 1877 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Died ugift 1899 (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). nedre Dalen, Arents Pedersson. Born 1881 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Died (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). nedre Dalen, Gesine Pedersdotter. Born 1884 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Moved in to Amerika (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Married 2nd 1903 (Feda Gards og slektshistorie) to nere Omland nedre Dalen Ulland, Oline Andreasdotter. Born 1877 in nere Omland Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Kvinesdal II Gards og ættesoge). Moved in about 1903 to nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Moved in to Ulland Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Kvinesdal II Gards og ættesoge). Moved in to Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Moved in 1918 to Ulland Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Moved in to Lyngdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Died in Lyngdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Table 9 (generation 2) (From Table 8, p 1) nedre Dalen Skranefjell, Vilhelm Andreas Pedersson. Born 1872 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Moved in to Skranefjell Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Married 1897 (Feda Gards og slektshistorie) to Egeland Skranefjell nedre Dalen, Trine Marie Nilsdotter. Born 1870 (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Moved in about 1877 to Skranefjell Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Table 10 (generation 1) (From Table 1, p 1) nedre Dalen Ulland, Jakob Elias Villumsson. Born 1852 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Lived 1865 in nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Moved in makeskifta gard 1888 to Ulland Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Married 1878 (Feda Gards og slektshistorie) to Haugeland nedre Dalen Ulland, Anna Elisabeth Olsdotter. Born about 1855 in Haugeland Lyngdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Moved in 1978 to nedre Dalen Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie). Moved in 1888 to Ulland Feda Kvinesdal Vest-Agder (Feda Gards og slektshistorie).

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Pedersdatter, Hansen, Gullestad, Larsen, Log Classification: Biography Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/lcC.2ACI/345 Message Board Post: Olene Andrea Pedersdatter (1819-1912) Housewife (b. November 10, 1819, Herad parish, Farsund, Vest-Agder, Norway - d. 1912, Dalen farm, Kvinesdal, Vest-Agder, Norway) Birth: She was the daughter of Peder Andreas Hansen (1790-1849) aka Peter Andrew Hansen of Log; and Maren Sophia Olsdatter (1791-1868) aka Maren Sophia Olsdatter of Gullestad. Baptism: Olene was baptised on November 21, 1819 at Herad, Farsund, Vest-Agder, Norway. Siblings: She had the following siblings: Pernille Helene Pedersdatter (1812) who died as an infant; Hans Pedersen (1814-1896) aka Hans Pedersen Log, who married Anne Marie Berntsdatter (1827-1884); Anna Pedersdatter (1816-1831); Ole Mathias Pedersen (1822-1914) who married Thea Johanne Torstensdatter (1825-1865); Helene Elisabeth Pedersdatter (1825-?); Peder Pedersen (1829-c1830) who died as an infant; Peder Andreas Pedersen (1831-?) who married Serine Larsdatter (1840-?) aka Severina Larsdatter; and Hans Elias Pedersen (1837-?). Marriage: Olene married Willum Andreas Larsen (1816-1896) aka Wilhelm Andreas Larsen on July 13, 1844 at Feda, Vest-Agder, Norway. He was listed as "Wilhelm Andreas Larsen" and she was listed as "Olene Andrea Pettersdr". Children: Together they had the following children: Gine Martene Villumsdatter (1845-1903) who married Ole Tønnesson (1843-?) and moved to Skranefjell farm, in Fede; Lars Peder Villumsen (1849-1914) aka Peder Villumsen; Jakob E. Willumsen (1853-1928) who married Anna Elisabeth Olesdatter (1855-1909) and emigrated to the United States and after her death he returned to Norway and married Freddrikke Abrahamsdatter (1894-1985) aka Freddrikke Abrahamsdatter of Haugeland; Kristiane M. Villumsdatter (1860-1883); and Villumine A. Villumsdatter (1863-after1900). Kvinesdal, Norway: Olene and Villum appear in the 1865 Norway Census living on Dalen farm, Kvinesdal prestegjeld, Vest-Agder, Norway under the name "Villum Larsen". Fede, Norway: In 1900 she was a widow living with her daughter, Gine Martene Villumsdatter who had married Ole Tønnesson. They were living at Skranefjell farm, Kvinedal prestegjeld, Fede sogn, Vest-Agder, Norway. Death: She died in 1912. Burial: She was buried in Norway, most likely in Fede parish or Vanse parish. Relationship: Olene Andrea Pedersdatter (1819-1912) was the second, great-grandaunt of Richard Arthur Norton (1958- ). She was the second, great-grandmother of Judith K. Grothe (1947- ).

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Pedersen, Olesdatter, Winblad Classification: Biography Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/lcC.2ACI/344 Message Board Post: Salmine Sophia Severine Pedersen (1862-1914) aka Salmina Sophia Severine Olesdatter, Emigrated 1884 from Farsund, Norway to New York City, New York, USA (b. March 27, 1862, Braekne farm, Vanse parish, Farsund, Vest-Agder, Norway - d. December 18, 1914, Saint Josef's Hospital, Kristiansand, Vest-Agder, Norway) Name: Salmine took the name "Salmine Pedersen" when she emigrated to the United States. Her sister would take the name "Lina Olson" also spelled as "Lena Olson"; and her brother would take the name "Otto Olson" also written as "Ottan Olson", when they emigrated. Birth: Salmine was born in 1862 to Ole Mattias Pedersen (1822-1914) and Thea Johanne Torstensdatter (1825-c1864). She may have been born on Braekne farm. Ole was a baker in Farsund. Baptism: Salmine was christened on June 08, 1862 in Vanse parish in Farsund under the name "Salmine Sofie Severine Olesdatter". Siblings: Her siblings include: Peder Mathias Olsen (1848-?); Teodor Johan Olsen (1849-?); Sophia Marie Olsdatter (1852-?); Josette Teresia Olsdatter (1854-?) aka Joletta Theresa Olsdatter; Otto Olson (1858-1921) aka Ottan Olsen, who emigrated to Chicago in Illinois and became a barber and married Hannah E. Hansen (1864-1936) aka Hanne Hansen; and Lena Olson (1860-c1925) aka Hanne Eline Olsdatter who emigrated to Chicago in Illinois and married Andrew Havig Jensen (1861-1930). Vaccination: She was vaccinated on March 25, 1864 by Dr. Buch. The Vanse churchbook lists her vaccination as performed on April 25, 1864. She was 2 years old at the time. Death of Mother: Tea died around 1865 and Ole raised the seven living children on his own and he never remarried. Kirkegaden Street, Farsund, Norway: Salmine appears in the 1865 Norway Census under the name "Salmine Sopie Olsdatter". She was living at 39 and 40 Kirkegaden in Farsund in the home of her widowed father. Confirmation: Salmine was confirmed in the Lutheran Church on October 01, 1876 in Vanse parish. Her name at confirmation was "Salmine Sofie Severine". Marriage: She married John Edward Winblad (1856-1914) of Sweden, around 1883. John was the son of Anton Julius Winblad I (1828-1901), a schoolteacher; and Elsa Maria Elisabeth Näslund (1829-1907). Emigration: She appeared to be traveling outside Norway with her father, Ole, on September 04, 1884. She was listed as "Salmine Wemmeland" in the Norwegian Emigrants Register for this trip and this may be a phonetic spelling of her married name "Winblad". Children: John and Salmine had the following children: Anton Julius Winblad (1886-1975) aka Anthony Winblad, who married Eva Ariel Lattin (1892-1939) and after her death married Marguerite Van Rensselaer Schuyler (1891-1972) aka Marge Van Rensselaer Schuyler; Theodora Winblad (1888) who died as an infant; Mary Winblad (1889) who died as an infant; Otto Edward Winblad (1892) who died as an infant; Marie Elizabeth Winblad (1895-1987) aka Mae Winblad, who married Arthur Oscar Freudenberg (1891-1968); John Edward Winblad II (1897-1899) aka Eddie Winblad, who died as a youth from pertussis; and Otto Perry Winblad (1902-1977) who was born in New Jersey and married Helen Louise Hollenbach (1905-1928), and after her death married Leah Maria Way (1901-1986). Manhattan, New York: In 1886 the family was living at 540 Canal Street in Greenwich Village in Manhattan, New York City. On April 27, 1894 Salmine, and her son Anton, were returning from Kristiansand, Vest-Agder, Norway and they were listed in the Norwegian Emigrants Index as "Vinblad". Jersey City, New Jersey: Around 1898 they had a custom house built in Jersey City, New Jersey and they moved there to be in a more countrified setting. During the 1900 Census they were living at 437 Wayne Street in Jersey City in their new house. Norway Trip: On August 02, 1901 John Winblad was in Kristiansand, Norway returning to the United States. It is not known if Salmine was with him. John's father died on October 30, 1901. Isle of Pines, Cuba: In 1910 John and Salmine moved the family to the Santa Barbara area of the Isle of Pines in Cuba. They may have bought a citrus plantation. On April 03, 1910 the family appeared on the census in Jersey City without Anton. On April 17, 1910 Salmine's son, Anton Julius Winblad, married Eva Ariel Lattin (1892-1939) on Long Island. The family oral tradition was that they met in Cuba. On June 24, 1910 the house in Jersey City was sold. The family's many trips returning from Cuba and Norway are recorded in the passenger lists for New York harbor and several trips are recorded in the Norway passenger lists. Salmine returned to New York City from Cuba, alone, on August 08, 1911. John and Salmine's children Maria and Otto spent about a year and a half in Cuba and returned to Jersey City, New Jersey on March 26, 1912. Anton became the postmaster for Santa Barbara around 1914. Daughter's Wedding: John and Salmine returned to New Jersey to attend Maria's wedding to Arthur Freudenberg on February 28, 1914. Trip to Norway: Salmine and Johan and their son, Otto Winblad, went to Farsund in 1914. Salmine's sister, Lena Olson, joined them that year in Norway. Death of Father: Her father, Ole Mathias Pedersen, died on August 24, 1914. He was 92 years old. Death of Husband: John Winblad, her husband, died on September 24, 1914 in Klugeland. He died of "cancer" just one month after the death of his father-in-law. Lena Olson, Salmine's sister, returned to the US from Norway on September 30, 1914, just six days after John's death. Death: Salmine died of a heart attack on December 18, 1914, just 11 weeks after her husband died of cancer. She was at Saint Josef's Hospital, Kristiansand, Vest-Agder, Norway. Burial: Salmine was buried on December 22, 1914 in the Vanse Church Cemetery in Farsund. She was buried next to her husband. Their tombstones have not been located yet, and may have been recycled. Otto Winblad: Otto Winblad, now parentless returned to the United States on July 06, 1915 from Norway. On that same day, Otto's brother Anton, and Anton's wife Eva, returned from Cuba to meet Otto Winblad in New York City. Otto was the only passenger on the ship. Other Relatives in the United States: Salmine had two cousins that came over from Farsund. The first was: Jakob E. Willumsen (1853-1928). Jakob was the son of Oleana Andrea Pedersdatter (1819-1912) and he settled in Minnesota. Oleana was the sister of her father. The second was: Inga Pedersen (1885-1927) who married Emil Schneider (1884-1955) and lived in Jersey City, New Jersey. Inga was the daughter of Peder Pedersen (1831-?), who was the brother of her father. Relationship: Salmine Sophia Severine Pedersen (1862-1914) was the great-grandmother of Richard Arthur Norton (1958- ).

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/an/lcC.2ACI/263.2.1 Message Board Post: My answer is to the 2003 message: Martin Sakariassen and Nikola Nilsen were probably from Sør-Audnedal west of Mandal town: Martin emigrated in 1925: http://digitalarkivet.uib.no/cgi-win/webcens.exe?slag=visbase&filnamn=emikra1&gardpostnr=260203&merk=260203#ovre Nikola emigrated 1929: http://digitalarkivet.uib.no/cgi-win/webcens.exe?slag=visbase&filnamn=emikra1&gardpostnr=281217&merk=281217#ovre

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Sakariasen Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/an/lcC.2ACI/263.2 Message Board Post: Good luck in your search. I'm searching for my natural parents. I was born in Brooklyn in 1965 and adopted. Is there any chance that we are related? I have no other information other than the name I was given at birth - Kurt Sakariasen.

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/lcC.2ACI/342.1.1 Message Board Post: I was just hoping that someone could fill in the question marks where data is incomplete. Finding descendents would be great too.

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/lcC.2ACI/343.1.1 Message Board Post: Origin of name: Bjerge farm in Spangreid, Vest-Agder. Bjerge in 1865 census: http://digitalarkivet.uib.no/cgi-win/WebCens.exe?slag=hentglobal&register=gardsnavn&pgj=209&teljing=ft1865&filnamn=f61029.wc2&amt=10&funnenr=303 Two brothers, Reinert and Karl M: Reinert Larsen, born 1852 on Bjerge in Spangreid, married 1876 in Mandal: Reinert Birth: 18 Jan 1852 : Sor Audnedal, Vest-Agder, Father: Lars REIERSEN Mother: Tomine Regine ANDERSDR REINERT LARSEN Father: LARS REIERSEN Spouse: JOHANNE EMILIE JOHANNESEN Father: ANDREAS JOHANNESEN Marriage: 12 OCT 1876 Mandal, Vest-Agder, Karl Marcelius Larsen, born 1856 on Bjerge in Spangreid, married 1879 in Mandal: Carl Marsilius Birth: 01 Jun 1856 : Sor Audnedal, Vest-Agder, Father: Lars REIERSEN Mother: Tomine Regine ANDERSDR CARL MARSILIUS LARSEN Father: LARS REIERSEN Spouse: OLINE FISCHER Father: RUDOLF FISCHER Marriage: 16 OCT 1879 Mandal, Vest-Agder, Norway

Hi List! For you Civil War buffs, here's a site rich in links: http://www.borgerkrigen.info/index_eng.htm Olaf

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/lcC.2ACI/343.1 Message Board Post: Karl Bjerge with family emigrated from Mandal in 1904: http://digitalarkivet.uib.no/cgi-win/webcens.exe?slag=visbase&filnamn=KRISTUT&gardpostnr=43189&merk=43189#ovre 1900 census: http://digitalarkivet.uib.no/cgi-win/webcens.exe?slag=visbase&filnamn=f01002&gardpostnr=119&personpostnr=777&merk=777#ovre Karlotte, b. 1888, also emigrated in 1904: http://digitalarkivet.uib.no/cgi-win/webcens.exe?slag=visbase&filnamn=f01002&gardpostnr=95&personpostnr=612&merk=612#ovre

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Bjerge Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/lcC.2ACI/343 Message Board Post: My grandmother immigranted from mandal approx 1904. I have so many norwegian books, pieces of furniture and info, but I can't translate and don't know where to begin looking for my ancestors. Can someone help me out.

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/lcC.2ACI/342.1 Message Board Post: You have much informaton. What is your request? Ancestors, - descendants, - living relatives? There is a new site in Digitalarkivet with scanned church records. You might find something more there - http://www.arkivverket.no/URN:kb_read There are records from Vanse (Farsund) and Herad (Spind sogn)

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Pedersen, Larsdatter, Schneider Classification: Biography Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/lcC.2ACI/342 Message Board Post: Peder Andreas Pedersen (1830-?) Fragtemand; Bread Seller or "Bagervend" (b. Herad, Farsund, Vest-Agder, Norway - d. Herad, Farsund, Vest-Agder, Norway) Marriage: He married Serine Larsdatter (1840-?) aka Severina Larsdatter around 1863. Children: Together they had the following children: Peder Elias Pedersen (1863-?); Lars Pedersen (1865); Lars Emanuel Pedersen (1869-?); Mathilde Sophie Amalia Pedersen (1872-?); Peder Severin Pedersen (1876-?); Anton M. Pedersen (1879-?); and Inga Pedersen (1885-1928) who emigrated to New York in the USA and married Emil Schneider (1884-1955). Farsund, Norway: The family appears in the 1865 Norway Census living at 36 Kirkegaden in Farsund, where Peder was working as a "fragtemand". In the 1900 Norway Census he was living at 50b Nykastelgaden Street, Farsund, Vest-Agder, Norway and working as a "Bagervend" or bread seller.

Translated from 'Nordmændene i Amerika' by Martin Ulvestad. 1907 Lieutenant-Colonel Johnson's Escape As mentioned elsewhere, Lieutenant-Colonel Ole C. Johnson (Skipnes) was taken prisoner in the Battle of Chickamauga. After having spent almost a year in the notorious Libby Prison, where many Union soldiers suffered and died, he and his surviving comrades were to be transferred south to Andersonville to be held under lock and key for an indefinite time or to rot and die - in the hot and unhealthy swamp. Andersonville actually lies in such an area. The enlisted men were sent off first - in the view of the officers. According to O. A. Buslett, Johnson spoke of it thusly, "I can forget many things but I can never forget how our people looked as they marched past Libby on the way to the railway train to be sent south. Naturally the strongest came first, then those who were less strong and could¨not keep up with their comrades and then the column became more and more like a row of ghosts until finally the last came, supported by comrades and looking around with empty, wild eyes and like skeletons who neither knew nor cared where they went. This sight will follow me to my dying day and even now - after so many years - I get almost ill when I think about it. I consider this bitter, cruel, inhumane treatment of our prisoners an unforgivable crime by the rebel government, the blackest of all black marks on its escutcheon. It would not have cost the rebels anything to deliver to the prisoners what our government sent but instead of following the agreement, they stole the food and clothing from the prisoners who were starving and freezing to death." Finally the officers left. In Danville, where there was another rebel prison they stopped for a while. There Johnson met a Lieutenant Ericksen who had escaped once but who now was a prisoner again. Ericksen, like may others caught an illness that in a few years put him in his grave. Johnson and his group came to Charlotte, North Carolina in the morning of the 13th May (1864). Here they rested until 4 o'clock in the afternoon and it was here that he came to the conclusion to escape, whether to death or freedom. Until now his health had been good but the campaign had been hard all the time. The march from Murfreesboro to Louisville in the summer of 1862 when it was a race with General Bragg was more than human strength could endure; it continued night and day with little food and less water, not enough to drink. They had to lie down and satisfy their thirst in the worst mud puddles one can imagine. After the Perryville Battle they were out in constant rain and several inches of snow in a bitter fall wind without anything to creep under. The Murfreesboro and Chickamauga battles with their effort and suffering, the journey to Richmond and life in the prison - this all together took effect - so his health worsened with every day. Also while in Libby Johnson received an injury in a fall down some stairs that never properly healed. In these circumstances the last trip took much out of him and now he was tormented by a very common disease that the soldiers know well. He wished to step out of line and asked one of the guards with all politeness if he would allow it if a guard was sent with him. But the answer was a terrible curse followed by an order to get back in the ranks. Now his blood boiled so he shook with emotion and had he had a weapon he would have shot the man down even though he knew that the punishment for that would be instant death. It was then he made a solemn promise to escape. He laid down on the bank and began to meditate: How long would this last? Was such a life worth living? No decent man would treat an animal in such a way as we were now treated. Should he hold out with this any longer his manhood and self-respect would be destroyed. Certainly he had parents and siblings who would mourn his death - they already have grieved over the loss of a son and brother - but he himself had no family to maintain or leave behind. He decided to run away the next night or die in the attempt. He had made the acquaintance of a Captain Hunnicutt and Lieutenant Hodges of the 2nd East Tennessee Regiment and it seemed to him that these two would be good companions. They were also good, trustworthy men and knew something of the landscape and the nature of the people and their speech and behaviour would not betray them which Johnson's would do without doubt. He told them about his decision and they were very willing to join him. Naturally they were not transported in fine sleeping cars but in in battered freight cars. One door was locked and at the other stood 3 guards and the rest of the guard was on top of the roof. As soon as the train stopped they were sent down and patrolled around the train until it started again. The plan of the 3 prisoners was to get into the last car and when it became dark take their chances and jump off while the train was moving if they could not find another way. When the prisoners were later ordered to fall into line and march to the train, they took their place at the end of the column and when they reached the car, they saw an old ramshackle box of a car and decided that this was the right one and stationed themselves by the door so they would be the first to get in when the door was opened. Surprisingly there was a large hole in the floor, big enough that a man could creep through.* They immediately threw their blankets on it and sat down so not even the other prisoners - least of all the guards - knew anything about the hole. They were also lucky to have good-natured guards this time, as they were only youths and liked to talk about the girls. The 3 prisoners went along with this and consequently became good friends with the guards. A couple of times they were allowed to get off the train and they investigated as carefully as possible to see if the cars would pass over them if they lay flat on the railbed. There were now 10-12 cars hitched on since they went aboard. They came to the conclusion that it could not be done because the brakes were too close to the ground. The plan now became a matter of getting off the car at one or another station and lie still under the car. When the train began to move the guards would have enough to do to get back aboard. Then they would quietly slip outside and lie under the sides of the car, as close to the rails as possible. They had one of their comrades sit between the guards and the hole; there was just room enough for a man. Johnson made an arrangement with his 'son', Lieutenant Buffum - he was to write to Johnson's kinfolk with what he knew about the outcome of the attempt. After having supplied themselves with a half pound of corn bread and a pound of dried apples the three waited patiently for the opportunity. Between sunset and darkness the train stopped at a little station near Chester in South Carolina probably to be supplied with wood and water. Even though they wished it was darker - things could still be seen at a fair distance - they felt that the opportunity had come since no buildings could be seen, the landscape was wild and swampy and the forest came right to the edge of the rail line. They had no time to waste and Johnson made a sign to Lieutenant Hodges and Captain Hunnicutt and they dropped down. Now it seemed to be done. Captain H. was the most talkative and consequently the most intimate with the guards. When he was almost down and Johnson ready to follow, one of the guards turned half way around and asked the Captain a question. Naturally Johnson could not answer for him for then the whole matter would be discovered but the man who sat between the exit and the guard was quick-witted enough to say that the Captain was trying to get a little rest because he was very tired and the guard would perhaps not wish to disturb him. This had the desired result and Johnson disappeared through the hole. Immediately the bell rang, the wheels began to move slowly and the escapees had to jump outside the tracks. Lieutenant Hodges was the first and the others heard a half frightened, rough 'Watch out!' just as he went out and as if he had run into someone. Naturally, the others believed that he had run into one of the rebels and if they went out they would certainly be captured. They saw that there was good space between the ties - that were not well filled with gravel - so they laid down there and took their chances with the braking apparatus rather than the rebels. Later they found out that the Lieutenant had run into one of the train workers, a negro, who was frightened a bit - and probably had a suspicion of what was going on and climbed up on the train without any commotion. The Lieutenant felt a terrible anxiety for his two comrades as he lay beside the tracks while the train passed over them and he expected they would be torn to pieces. It was so narrow a space and the brake apparatus was so close that one of them turned Johnson over and tore the buttons off his soldier's blouse. The empty cars that were hitched on, as trying as they were, now served as protection since there were no guards on them except for a single man on the last one. The train had become quite fast before the cars passed over the escapees and he spotted them. He probably believed that they had been run over and called for the train to stop but it seems the engineer did not hear him. They now began to be somewhat excited and when the train was about 25-30 yards away, Hunnicutt and Johnson jumped up and ran off and Hodges who now saw they were not torn in pieces followed suit. But then the guard fired; the bullet just whistled past and spurred on the escapees. They felt it was certainly not a sort of farewell salute and the grass did not grow under the feet of the three men. The engineer heard the shot and the train was stopped but long before any pursuit could be organized the escapees were a good distance away in the underbrush, flew over a fence, running with all their might crossing an open field and then over another fence. But then they were so short of breath they had to fling themselves on the ground to catch their breath. It seemed that the rebels should be able to hear every gasp, so heavy was their breathing, and every rustling leaf was a rebel on their trail. The train stopped for about a half an hour and squadrons were sent out but without success for now it was beginning to get dark. Once again they were free! But now they had just as many difficulties to overcome as before. They were far in the enemy's territory with nothing more but what they wore. They meant to make their way through North Carolina and east Tennessee to Knoxville but they were here in South Carolina, the powerhouse of the blossoming poisonous flower of the times. From where they now were they had 200 to 400 miles to travel, first through swampy forest, later over high mountains, always in danger and nothing to eat. They could not let them themselves brood about it, they had now to go ahead and overcome everything and once they had rested a bit they began their journey. From Johnson's notes we add the following: "Tuesday the 17th: Last night was good but we only managed 6-7 miles because of weakness. We are impoverished to the extreme, the 8 months of imprisonment, the exposure and overexertion since our escape and 4 days without any sort of food has made it so we can do nothing. Tonight we must obtain some food, even if we are captured in the attempt for we cannot continue the march without food. One thing is certain at least, they will not take me back to prison." The first thing the escapees did was to ask if there were any whites nearby and received the answer that "Massa" was the nearest and he lived 2 miles away. The strangers then told that they were escaped Yankee prisoners who were almost dead of hunger and had to get something to eat. His wife brought out some cornbread and milk that they voraciously gulped down and she prepared to bake bread and fry some bacon. In the meantime the escapees told of the national events and matters in general but these blacks were very ignorant and dumb and they did not seem to care about anything. They knew there was a war for "young Massa was there" but they did not know what the war was about. The Captain understood the nature of negroes and let them know that the war was to liberate negro slaves and it was for that reason they had fought on the battlefield, been captured and escaped. If they now could get to the North and tell people the truth, great armies would be mustered and the slave's freedom would be at hand. Naturally this stretched the truth a bit but they understood some of it and brightened up significantly. And now the second course was finished; warm corn bread, fried eggs, bacon and milk! "An evening meal for a prince," as Johnson says and they loved it. They had not tasted eggs or milk for a long time and "a thousand dollars would not be accepted as payment for that meal if such an offer was made." The wife baked another corn loaf and gave them eggs and bacon that she and her husband were to have for a whole week. (The negroes had their rations distributed once a week and if it was gone before the time, they either starved or stole) They asked for no payment but Johnson gave the wife a little gold ring because she so willingly gave from their supply of bread and meat to the hungry fugitives who skulked about in the forest like criminals - and for what. Because they were prisoners of war in the enemy territory and because they fought and would still fight for the Union cause. During the day they lay hidden in the brush, when evening came they continued their journey and when they found the opportunity they sneaked to one or another negro hut to beg for food. It was the morning of the 1st of June. Since the 13th of May they had lain under the bushes in rain and cold weather during the day and at night they trudged in the wilderness and on muddy roads without anything to eat except for the pieces of bread and the little they could beg from the poor negroes and impoverished whites in enemy country. It was now with a sense of security and happiness they followed their guide into the forest's shelter, they were now among friends and what they needed would be given them, if there was any danger they would be warned. Naturally there was danger everywhere as they were still in rebel territory. Colonel Foote was stationed at Strawberry Plains and Johnson went straight to his headquarters where he was well received. It awakened great interest in the Colonel when he heard about Johnson's experiences amongst the rebels and exclaimed, "Well, you certainly do not look like a Colonel but that does not matter. I presume you wish to get back as quickly as possible," and he telegraphed General Kimball in Knoxville to send an extra train and by evening our fugitives were in that city. Now all the sorrows and hardships had come to an end. And after they were photographed, issued new clothing and borrowed some money, they felt like new persons. Now they were free, free after many months of imprisonment and a month's dangerous and arduous journey through swamps and morasses, over rivers and mountains, between the enemy and pursuers, in constant fear, hunger, want, suffering of all sorts so it was no wonder the the flag that waved to them that day at Strawberry Plains was so beautiful! As we have seen in the preceding biography in this book, Johnson was promoted to Colonel at the end of the war. *This hole had been sawn and had been used by escaping prisoners previously.

31.03.2005 DIS-Vest-Agder has registered church records from Finsland local parish in Bjelland parish, Vest-Agder county: baptisms 1887-1905, <http://digitalarkivet.uib.no/cgi-win/webcens.exe?slag=visbase&filnamn=dp102 41887&postnr=&spraak=e> stillborn babies 1887-1916, <http://digitalarkivet.uib.no/cgi-win/webcens.exe?slag=visbase&filnamn=df102 41887&postnr=&spraak=e> confirmations 1887-1917, <http://digitalarkivet.uib.no/cgi-win/webcens.exe?slag=visbase&filnamn=kf102 41887&postnr=&spraak=e> marriages 1887-1918 <http://digitalarkivet.uib.no/cgi-win/webcens.exe?slag=visbase&filnamn=vi102 41887&postnr=&spraak=e> burials 1887-1917 <http://digitalarkivet.uib.no/cgi-win/webcens.exe?slag=visbase&filnamn=gr102 41887&postnr=&spraak=e>

This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/lcC.2ACI/341.1.2 Message Board Post: Hi Helen, We have already been in touch as far as Eduard Gross is concerned. The details I have sent to you have been taken from the book I first mentioned (Kristiansand People and Buildings.....) I can look up the death of Eduard when I am in the Kristiansand Records Office in a few days time. If Eduard died in Kristiansand he could have been buried in the central graveyard in town which is not adjacent or near to the cathedral church .I'll look up his death first before picking a rainy afternoon to wander throuh the graveyard in search of a tombstone.! Derek

For more on the 15th Wisconsin Regiment--in English--see Ager, Waldemar, Colonel Heg and His Boys: A Norwegian Regiment in the American Civil War, Northfield, Minn.: Norwegian-American Historical Association (2000). Originally published in Norwegian in 1916, this edition was translated by Della Kittleson Catuna and Clarence A. Clausen. It includes a 40-page roster of all the men in the regiment, by company, with some information about each of them. If you have any ancestors or other relatives who served in the 15th Wisconsin, this should be a useful source of information. Hope this helps someon a bit. Joel --------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 16 Apr 2005 20:38:37 -0700 From: Olaf <Kringhaug@shaw.ca> To: NOR-VEST-AGDER-L@rootsweb.com Message-id: <04e001c542fe$f176d370$e8704618@genealogist> Subject: Re: The 15th Wisconsin Regiment Content-type: text/plain; charset=Windows-1252 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Hi List! I should point out that much of this last translation was most likely originally in English and translated to Norwegian by Ulvestad (or someone else) for his book. I haven't had the courage to search for the original documents. Olaf The 15th Wisconsin Regiment* The names of those who were in this regiment we have found among the other soldiers in the previous list but here we will reproduce from some official writings** since they are indisputable proof of the esteem that Norwegians gained and the bravery they showed in the army: