Wednesday, August 29, 2018

8/28/2018 Caring Bridge

Journal entry by Joanne Negstad — 10 hours ago
      Hearing new stories about Joanne's maternal grandfather, Knut Lokken, is very rare.  He died in 1948.  Not surprisingly most of the stories I've heard about him came from Joanne.  An example is the story of how he named Joanne.  Her parents planned to name her 'Martha'.  When Knut visited Joanne, the newborn, he said "How is my little Joanne Elizabeth?" and that became her name.
      After the banking crash in the 1920s, Knut, lost his job in banking and he became a lay, traveling evangelist, preaching in Lutheran Churches.  While I was spending the evening tonight with A & P B, P told me about Knut staying in her childhood home. P's father was a pastor and Knut was preaching at his congregation.  P remembers Knut as being very kind and going downtown to purchase a gift for P's mother for housing and feeding Knut.
      P also told of the first time she met Joanne.  It was 1948, and P, Joanne and Joanne's sister, were outside of a church while some event was occurring inside.  Joanne asked P, who was a year older, how old she was?  P was 13, and Joanne was 12, but taller than P.  Not surprising she was taller because she grew to 5'10".  Joanne often mentioned how she hated being taller than all the boys in junior high.
      While these stories were brief glimpses, I relish any fresh bit of data I glean about Joanne and her family.  Learning more about her helps me.

Blessings,

Al

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