From Dave Lindgren, Stillwater, MN (Obed and Verona Lindgren’s second of three sons)
Hello everyone, we are gradually doing more each month as COVID-19 conditions allow, but I keep close track of our local positive infections. I found the diversion of the Zoom calls and genealogy investigation this past year and the trip to Iowa in June to celebrate Cousin Dick’s birthday a real fun getaway. I want to send a special thank you to Dick’s family for arranging the party. Hopefully, another reunion will be possible sometime soon.
I’m keeping busy with my interest in cars, boats, motorcycles and repairs (fixing things that break) and of course the Zoom meetings. I think I got most of my mechanical aptitude and interest from Obed and Frank early on. I retired from teaching vocational education at the secondary high school level about 20 years ago and have had the time to pursue these hobbies. Now you know a little more about me and I hope to share more about my immediate family in future Newsletters.
I hope you will share some of the same, but I do realize available “time” is sometimes scarce. Hopefully, maybe some will find something to share. I’m sure anything provided will mean a lot to other interested family members reading the Newsletter.
The past year or so has been interesting to look back at Lanyon Lindgrens and other relatives. Trying to remember and somehow relate to all those relatives in and around Lanyon has been a challenge, but well worth the effort. Most of the names we have investigated I have heard over the years, but not really understood much about who they were and how they fit into the Frank and Amy’s generation.
Everyone needs to meet our second cousin, John William Johnson or JJ as he likes to be called. JJ is the grandson of Dr. Obed Simon Johnson. We have enjoyed visiting with JJ out in San Francisco on the Zoom calls. You will all like him, I guarantee it. It will be fascinating to learn more and more about his family and how we can relate to their life experiences past and present.
The one thing I’ve really thought a lot about recently is how tough and hardworking our relatives were in Lanyon. Farming isn’t an easy occupation. Bruce has worked on consolidating past knowledge about the family on the website. Many contributions from family sources have been consolidated to give, hopefully, future generations a look back. I have been particularly interested recently in the Altona, IL aspect of the migration to Lanyon. Mainly J.P. Johnson and Johanna Dorthea Burman (wed to J.P.—my great grandparents) as well as Johanna’s brother John Burman and another sister Helen Burman Lundeen.
At present, our website, is a retrieval and documentation project. The newsletter is the latest thought and effort to keep the ball rolling. It would be great to get the Gen 3 (my daughter) and Gen 4 (Bruce’s and Steve’s kids) involved in preserving the present as well. Today it is relatively easy to consolidate the digital emails or .doc contributions into a newsletter that will be a permanent achieve. We all know something about our cousins, but having an appropriate extended knowledge of contemporary Lindgren relatives would be very interesting to many of us. Aunt Irene seemed to know a lot about all of the “Grands” (Gen 2) and their kids, but now it is gradually disappearing and we need to preserve our family history as best we can. All of your thoughts are very important in this effort and I hope many are willing to contribute.
Dick Lindgren recently sent along the picture below of a loader similar to the loaders that Grandpa Frank Lindgren invented, patented and manufactured in Lanyon following his retirement from farming. Dick estimates that perhaps as many a 100 of the loaders were built and sold. The loader pictured is very similar but has some features that make it certain that it was not one built by Grandpa Frank.
Loader mounted on a F20 Farmall . This tractor is the same model Frank Lindgren used for mounting of the loaders he invented and patented.
Dick writes that the loader pictured “looks a lot like his.” and and adds ” I like Frank’s design better. The iron from the bucket on his [Frank’s] goes back to above the axel, so the bucket is farther back when it is down and and doesn’t move back as far when it is up in Frank’s design. Frank’s lift system seems better.”
Dick also noted that Frank Lindgren modified his plans for the stacker and possibly made 100 loaders in Lanyon. Accordingly it is possible that the loader pictured was similar to those made by Grandpa Frank or was built based on one that Frank built. Dick found this loader-tractor combination northwest of Iowa City.
The original photograph was mailed to Bruce Lindgren in June 2021 and will be kept with other archival materials in Minneapolis by either Bruce or by his brother Steve and Steve’s son Stuart.
Thanks Dick for this contribution.
Editor Note: Dick Lindgren is the oldest grandson of Frank and Amy Lindgren. He grew up on the farmstead that Frank and Amy supported until the early 1940s when Dick’s father and mother, Gilmore and Hazel owned the farm following Frank and Amy’s retirement to Lanyon, IA which is about one mile north of the farmstead. Dick lives in Madison WI.
All three sons of Obed and Verona Lindgren had paper routes in Richfield, MN in the 1950s. Bruce was the first to deliver the Minneapolis Star to about 60 homes located in the blocks between Lyndale and Harriet avenues and from 70th to 72nd streets. The papers, wired together in bundles, were dropped at the southeast corner of 70th and Harriet about 3pm where Bruce would cut the wire of a bundle with the nipper he carried in his pocket. Arriving on his bike, he would fold the paper and secure them in a cloth shoulder bag, which was either strapped to the rear fender of his bike or over a shoulder. The route proceeded South on Harriet, North on the East side of Garfield, then South on the West side of Garfield. and then North on Augsburg avenue to end with delivery to about three houses on the West side of Lyndale.
Image from Google. Source for attribution unknown.
Bruce’s school friend Victor Spano had a morning Minneapolis Tribute route, and during family vacations, Bruce would substitute for Victor, which required getting up around 4:30am to deliver the papers befor 6-6:30am. That route was in the neighborhood around 76th Street between Lyndale Avenue and the RR tracks. There were relatively few customers compared with the afternoon Star, so delivery took longer even though the number of papers was fewer than on our routes.
Every once in awhile, Bruce’s friends, usually Terry Conway or Brain Carlson, would help out. This usually happened when all of his friends wanted to do something during normal paper delivery hours in the summer, or if they had been doing something fun and the paper delivery was in some danger of being late. People wanted their afternoon paper before 6pm. It was also not infrequent that Bruce’s brothers would pitch in to help. This was particularly true for delivery of the Sunday morning papers. Bruce’s mother would usually drive the car and with papers in the trunk, Bruce and his brothers, Dave and Steve would hand carry enough papers for all houses on a block and run from door to door making delivery. They would then meet the car at the end of the block for another arm-load of papers for the next block. During many years Dave also had a route and both routes would be done this way on Sunday morning.
Dave sent the following along as an email: I remember the dog incidents for sure. Joey and Jimmy were a big help on occasion with the big route especially. I can’t remember having a problem with backups for sickness, other conflicts to interfere with the on-time delivery–we must have worked that out between the three of us and the Carlsons. I’ll bet Dad had to, on occasion, deliver the papers. Collecting was the biggest pain and the cent and a third come (maybe 3 cents for Sunday) back for the daily effort per paper delivered–helped my math skills. I can’t remember how and when the employment ended–Krispy Kreme, or Red Owl, or ?? The Doodle Bug (check it out here) was a major time saver and I can’t ever remember any complaints voiced for that questionable maneuver. I don’t remember giving the keys to the Doodle Bug to either Bruce or Steve, but think they used it on occasion–not sure. I don’t remember the amount of time start to finish to complete the route every day (walking or ever calculated miles walked or calories burned) and I think it was basically the afternoon and Sunday paper–never morning on weekdays. The manager, as I remember, was pretty easy to work with, but I don’t know if he took the collection money or how that was handled. Organization to the little receipts given to the customer was a simple and foolproof way to audit the money end of things. I liked–not sure if either Bruce or Steve did–the coin changer on my belt to quickly give the customer change for ones, fives, or maybe even tens. The manager took the orders for bundles of papers needed each day–I think. I don’t remember a major glitch in getting the papers out within the expected and established time frame, but that detail slips completely. It seems like there would have been some snow or rainstorm where a delay wasn’t a problem on deadlines. I think we had to stuff the papers in plastic (back in Bruce’s day there were no plastic bags) if rain was anticipated. Generally, this is about all I remember other than more detail about the dogs. I’ll try and elaborate a little more on that later.
Since I (Steve) am the youngest and the last to have my own paper route, it fits nicely in this sequence. Needless to say, I learned a good deal about paper routes from both Bruce and Dave my two older brothers. However, it did not deter my desire for making money delivering papers in Richfield, Minnesota, USA.
In the fall of my first year at West Junior High School, a friend of mine broke his arm and needed to be replaced on his paper route which was also a Minneapolis Star delivery route to about 100 doors on Emerson Avenue and the east side of Fremont Avenue from 73rd to 78th Street. This included an apartment complex on Emerson Avenue at 77th and the Clover Leaf Motel which was a healthy hike through the “woods” on a well worn path from Fremont Avenue.
Fortunately, my Dad designed a trailer for my bike which allowed me to pick up all the papers at the “paper shack” on 75th and Lyndale and transport my bundles to an evergreen tree perfectly positioned for shelter at 75th and Emerson Avenue South. Incidentally, the tree is still standing today some sixty years from when we first got acquainted. Today, there is a wonderful little neighborhood park which my two children later enjoyed regularly.
This location was strategically located for me to carry enough papers in a sack like the one pictured above. Using a crisscross pattern heading south on Emerson, I carried a heavy bag of papers heading to the apartment complex.
For baseball fans, the apartment building was the baseball season home to MN Twins pitcher Camilo Pascual and his young family. I didn’t speak Spanish, but there was never a problem collecting from them. The apartment complex also was home to a number of Northwest Airlines Flight Attendants and while the swimming pool for the complex looked awfully inviting on many hot afternoon days, I never took up the invitation to use the pool to cool off.
The return trip heading north on Fremont Avenue started by walking down a long path through the woods to the Clover Leaf Motel which was then on the northeast corner of 494 and 35W. Even though I only delivered one paper to the east side of the Motel to the owners residence, I want everyone to know they always gave me a generous tip.
Monday-Saturday the routine was the same, but Sunday mornings my Parents would enthusiastically help out using the car. There were a few times over the two years where weather (or a cramped schedule) entitled me to some help, but it was rare.
Paper routes are a great learning experience and I am reminded of a passage from a book written by the Founder of Best Buy, Richard M. Schulze, where he recounts his experiences as a paperboy growing up in the Twin Cities. The Conclusion to his book (the last chapter) is only three pages, but is a wonderful story about a young man (Jeff) who came to the Schulze home on a Saturday to collect. Mr. Schulze provided some instructions to the young lad. The youngster told the story to his father who decided to invest in what was called then Sound of Music (later named Best Buy) and turned a $330 stock purchase into $34,000. As the father later told Mr. Schulze, “It paid for Jeff’s college education.” Page 285 in BECOMING THE BEST.
Best Buy’s Corporate Campus was built and opened in 2003 in Richfield. Thank-you Mr. Schulze!!! I enthusiastically supported building this addition to my hometown. Steven Obed Lindgren, President Emeritus, Richfield Chamber of Commerce
Ed. Note: The following was compiled by Linnae Coss to help with the writing of website content where proper names and terms may, in Swedish, use notation using diacritical marking.
Swedish diacritical marks list
Use these to copy-and-paste into a document: å ä ö Å
To search for letters with diacritical marks with the computer, (1) click on “insert” at the top left of the screen, (2)click “symbol” at the top right of the screen, (3) move through the “symbols” until you find the right one, (4) click on it, (5) click the “insert” button at the bottom of the symbol screen. It will insert the symbol wherever you last clicked in the body of your text.
By the way, in the Swedish alphabet, the letters with diacritical marks – å, ä, and ö (or in capital letters: Å, Ä, Ö) – come at the end of the alphabet, in that order, after Z. So the alphabet has 29, not 26, letters.
Some Swedish words that use diacriticalmarks:
(It is easier to copy-and-paste the whole word if you can find it here)
Småland
Kånna
Göran
Göransson
Göransdotter
Jönköping
Malmö
Södra Ljunga
Säby Parish, Jönköping
Marbäck
Kärsti Johansson
Pjätteryd
Växjö
Åke Nilsson (1735-1810)
‘The Hard Year’ (‘Nod År’)
Some Swedish words which do not use diacriticalmarks:
Frans
Johansdotter
Andersdotter
Lagan River
Frinnaryd
The following is a downloadable version of a Word document of the content above.
Family Map: Frank and Amy -> Gilmore and Haze -> Dick, Ted, Carleton, Jon
Author: Jay Lindgren
Family Map: Carleton Lindgren -> Jay Lindgren
What I remember about my father is that in his eyes, life seemed to be one big science experiment. Experiments were conducted on nearly a daily basis, frequently with several running concurrently. The experiments were interesting, educational and sometimes dangerous and terrifying.
Carleton’s undergraduate degree was in chemical engineering. I remember several times being astonished at his ability to use chemistry in everyday life. This included being able to dissolve just about anything, a love for epoxy cement and a deep understanding of the chemistry of swimming pools and batteries.
Carleton’s interests were wide and varied. There were experiments in chemistry, physics, anatomy, physiology, astronomy, psychology, optics, combustion, finance, simple machines, off roading, airplanes and car repair to name a few.
I derived more joy from the more physics oriented experiments, but they frequently came at a price of having to endure experiments on topics in which I was not as interested. I remember the first time I shot a squirrel and asked my father to teach me how to clean it. The experience turned into a four hour lesson on the surgical techniques that could be employed to remove the intestines without contaminating the meat. I learned a lot that day, but not really any practical way to clean a squirrel.
The experiments were not always rigorous. One time we decided to measure the IQ of the family Basset Hound. We hit the literature and found several tests to conduct. Basset Hounds are not known as smart dogs and within the spectrum of Basset Hound intelligence, our dog was at the bottom end. Neither one of us had the heart to say the dog had a low IQ. So we found unusual tests to conduct, cheated for the dog and declared him a genius.
One of the more dangerous experiments involved estimating the velocity of a bullet as it left a rifle. The experiment consisted of suspending a block of wood from a string, firing a gun into the wood, measuring the height of wood’s swing and using the physics of inelastic collisions to estimate the initial velocity of the bullet. Because it was a cold and snowy January, rather than conduct this outside, we decided to use our basement. Luckily my aim was true, I hit the wood and measurement was successful. Being that it is always easier to beg for forgiveness than get permission, we had neglected to warn my mother. She simply heard a gunshot go off in the basement without warning. I’m not sure if she ever really forgave us.
Later in life Carl’s passion for experiments evolved into simply feeding animals and enjoying their reaction. He would go to a “day old bread store” and stock up on old, moldy loaves of bread, sometimes buying nearly a 100 loaves at a time. I remember one time standing at the boundary of a zoo looking through a fence at an exotic deer standing right next to a big sign that said, “Please don’t feed the animals”, etc… His face lit up and he immediately started to feed the deer as much bread as the deer would take. I expressed my concern about the ethics and legality of this behavior and questioned if it would hurt the deer. He just looked at me like I was as stupid as a Basset Hound and keep pushing bread through the fence.
Footnote: In case you happen to be the owner of a Basset Hound, please don’t feel bad. We further tested the ability of the dog’s nose and his ability to apply the information he got from scent. We found him to have a truly exceptional nose. When holding a treat and asking the dog to sit, he would put on a great show of effort and sit down in order to get a treat. When asking the dog to sit and not holding a treat, he would usually just walk off, lay down or find something else to do. Empirically I found this to happen100% of the time. The nose could not be fooled.
Aunt Gene Dickerson, as indicated by Pat Heath her daughter, began painting as a pastime after she retired. The painting shown on this Lindgrenonline.com POST is one of many Gene produced and we would like to see more from her artistry and the collection Pat has in her home collection in Tulsa. Aunt Gene, my father Obed’s oldest sister, was thoughtful and generous to give Verona our mother, and Obed one of these wonderful canvases. We are grateful that Gene put the hours of work needed to produce it and then share it with our family. As I would expect from Gene, like many artists, they often say it is the love of their work that drives them and not necessarily the appreciation shown by those that view the art. We hope to see more of Gene’s work in future weeks and months as methods can be found to get copies onto Lindgrenonline.com. I knew Aunt Gene from gatherings in Fort Dodge and other reunions over the years and also visited their home in Dayton, Ohio. I knew Gene to be a Gardner like daughter Pat, who by the way is a certified Master Gardner, but I didn’t realize Gene had the artistic background in painting until I was shown this painting in our parent’s home in Richfield. I also knew that Gene, like her daughter Pat were educators, both in Home Economics. Again, thanks Pat and Gene for this wonderful gift.
Aunt Gene’s beautiful painting gifted to my parents in 1965
Below are six photos which originally belonged to Irene Lindgren Lessing, who passed away on December 7, 2013 at age 96. Aunt Irene sent these photos to Uncle Em’s daughter Sonja Noordeloos several years ago (Sonja’s daughter Farah Irene is named after Aunt Irene). Sonja sent the photos to me in December 2020, while she was clearing things out in preparation for her and Jon’s move from San Diego CA to Tucson AZ. I have approximately dated the photos based on the birth dates of the Lindgren children pictured here: Roy – 5/15/20; Irene – 8/7/17; Ruth – 1/15/13.
Four of the six photos are snapshots, probably from a small photo album which Irene put together as a teenager. (Irene’s sister Ruth had a similar album.) The photos were glued to the black paper pages (rather than using photo corners), so there is slight damage to the photos which were removed from the pages.
I have labeled the first two photos “ca. 1920 (Irene 3, Roy 6 months)” and “ca. 1924 (Ruth 11, Irene 7, Roy 4).” They are still attached to a single black album page, measuring 5×8 inches. The 1920 photo shows Irene and Roy wearing warm clothes, so it was probably taken in the fall of 1920 (Roy was born in May of that year, and looks to be a few months old). Most of the page has been cropped digitally when scanning it, showing only the photos and the captions underneath.
The third and fourth photos have been peeled or pried from the black album pages. I labeled them “1920s, Lanyon school ” and “ca. 1928, Roy and Irene, ages 8 and 11.” Bits of black paper are still stuck to the backs. There are notes written with a pen directly on the front of each photo, in a shaky handwriting, probably by Aunt Irene toward the end of her life, when she was taking the album apart to send photos to various people. On the school picture, she wrote: “Our School, 5-12 grades, Lanyon,” and on the 1928 photo, she wrote “Irene, Roy.”
The fifth and sixth photos are the front and back of an 8X10 glossy photograph taken professionally in 1954 (when Irene was 37 years old). The subjects are Aunt Irene and “King Kong” (looking a little the worse-for-wear). It is a just-for-fun photo from her career days. The scanned copy of the back of the photo shows Irene’s inscription, in her then-typical bold handwriting:
“Irene L. Lessing, 1954. Taken in a television studio – for fun! Irene had a cooking show on ch. WFBM-TV in Indianapolis, Indiana, 1953-58, in an adjoining studio.”
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Top Row: “ca. 1920 (Irene 3, Roy 6 months)” | “ca. 1924 (Ruth 11, Irene 7, Roy 4).” | Lanyon School.
Bottom Row: “ca. 1928, Roy and Irene, ages 8 and 11.” | Aunt Irene and “King Kong” | Irene’s inscription.
Memories: Hazel Hill Lindgren
by Jon Gilmore Lindgren
December, 2020
Hazel Hill Lindgren was my mother, married to Gilmore Lindgren, son of Frank and Amy Johnson Lindgren. I was the youngest. My three older brothers were Richard, Ted and Carleton.
My mother’s obit has her official record of life so this is to fill in a few recollections about her long life. As an overview, her life was like I suppose the majority of married women of her time. She ended up living her adult life in her husband’s community instead of her own. This, of course, happens today to both men and women but then it was mostly women.
She grew up a Methodist and spent most of her life in the Covenant Church of my father’s community. She told me late in her life it wasn’t quite as comfortable for her but she enjoyed it nevertheless.
Mother Hazel had a strong curiosity of the art and intellectual life. She combed over the two or three newspapers my parents subscribed to as well as several magazines looking for poetry. She clipped out poetry she liked and carefully preserved it in note books. At church and community events she was asked often to read a poem she thought fit the occasion. I know she enjoyed doing that.
When I was in High School there were various student evaluations and achievement tests to fill out. I remember on a couple of occasions the question, “Does your family subscribe to any of these?” One listed was The New Yorker. I would guesss there were few farm children within many miles who marked yes. It did not occur to me that was probably unusual. It was the kind of reading our mother enjoyed.
While some conveniences came along during her decades as a wife, mother and farm partner the physical and mental demands of farm life had to be tough ones. Until I was maybe six years old mother used a wringer washing machine and a clothes line. There were six in the family so the volume was daunting. She cooked those years on a cookstove that burned corn cobs. I remember how my brothers and I would hang around that cook stove and talk in the winter because it was the warmest place in the house. She, on the other hand, would be asking us constantly to move out of her way so she could tend to things on the stove.
I have the impression she was a steady hand and safe ear for other women in the neighborhood. Over time I learned of things they confided in her but were matters not to be shared with others.
In her youth she was a track athelete. I believe she ran the hurdles. She seldom talked of this–I recall seeing a picture of her in her track outfit. Since I was the youngest by a few years I spent time around the farm house with her when my other brothers were in the fields working. I recall once at maybe five or six years old running as fast as I could and being quite amazed at myself. Mother, being the only other person around, had to hear me brag about how fast I could run. I said I was sure I could run faster than her. So, we had a race. She dashed past me easily. I felt rather sorry for myself thinking others had no right to tarnish my ego–I complained to her about beating me. She replied with a smile, “I’m really competitive in running, I don’t like to get beaten either.”
While for years she often did not feel well, she ended up being the caretaker of our dad. She kept his spirits up during his several years of illness. After he died the entire family wished she would not stay in the farmhouse. But, we could not come up with an alternative we thought she would like. Then, she figured out herself the right place was in Ames near Iowa State University. She was happy there for several years. It was a fitting reward for so many decades of spartan rural life.
Lindgren is a Swedish surname for many families across Scandinavian countries and the United States. According to Wikipedia, approximately 58% of people using Lindgren as a surname live in Sweden. Because of emigration in the mid-1800s, the United States is home to another 26%, followed by significant numbers in Finland, Norway, Denmark and Canada.
In the United States, Illinois, Iowa and Minnesota all are represented by many families with the Lindgren surname. In the days of the old Bell System telephone books, the Minneapolis book held several pages of Lindgrens.
Lanyon, Iowa area Lindgrens — descendants of John and Frank Lindgren — will populate this site with genealogical records as well as documents of interest. John emigrated to America in 1890 and changed his surname from Petersson to Lindgren. When his brother Frank arrived two years later, he too adopted the Lindgren surname. Why Lindgren? Well, we just don’t know. Perhaps our connections through this website will someday reveal the answer. One theory advanced by Aunt Irene Elisabeth Lindgren Lessing Dahlen in the Family Album she assembled, Lindgren translated to “Linden Tree”.
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The Main Menu has recently been revised with a goal of making it easier to find information. Genealogy is a separate menu item and contains important links to tables, charts and sources. The included tables will contain additional links to both internal and external sources. These internal sources will include both pages and posts. Pages contain permanent, factual information about people and places, while posts are contemporaneous narratives reflecting the views of contributors. Additionally, categories for posts have been established. About a half dozen recent posts are highlighted. These are accessed from the menu items at the bottom of a page, or post. Each post may also use tags to establish connections for reference. Posts may or may not include provision for comment. All comments are screened or modulated before going live.
Our Families menu recognizes both lineages of Frank and Amy Lindgren and John and Lizzie Lindgren, as well as The Johnson’s. Our part in the Swedish diaspora is recognized by including both our Swedish ancestry and the proliferation of surnames with which we are connected through marriages.
Our Memories menu includes the important “I Remember …” documents with wonderful stories about Frank and Amy Lindgren by their children and contributions from Nellie Anderson (Amy’s sister) and the oldest grandchild, Richard Lindgren, MD, who has also collected a wide range of documents about farming in Iowa as well as the historical records of the Mission Covenant Church that played such a prominent role in the life of Lanyon. .
The sitemap lists all posts and pages, as well as categories and tags. All sitemap entries are clickable so that you can view the page or post. Clicking on a category or a tag will display all of the linked items on the website. Unfortunately, the sitemap is not annotated and titles are an imperfect way to search for relevant information.
The search button at the top right of pages is quite effective in locating pages and posts containing any names and places of interest.
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Register if you would like to be informed about progress and new additions to the site. We hope to maintain many opportunities for communication. Our family has a legacy extending back over 100 years of keeping in contact with relatives. Two sisters of Frank and John, Selma and Jennie, were encouraged to emigrate through letters. Years later the children of Frank Lindgren organized a serial exchange of current family news through a Round Robin. The Round Robin continues through email distribution. Contact us to be included in our Round Robin distribution list.
If you are a member of this family and would like access to records that have not been made public, please contact Bruce for current information.
Our Heritage Sources
These pages will continue to develop as new information emerges from our connections and new or renewed contacts. We hope you will enjoy seeing our progress.
There are multiple source documents that will be accessed from these page. These sources will include records and photographs that have been collected. Our Aunt Irene—assembled the famous Family Album—now retained by Steve Lindgren. Other sources may include Richard Lindgren (the oldest grandchild of Frank and Amy Lindgren) and his daughter Amy Gfesser, Jonathon Coss and his sister Linnae Coss, Jim Carey and others.
The following represent some currently accessed sources.
The Family Album Collection
The old Website materials mostly curated by Linnae Coss, especially the “I Remember …” documents.
Linnae Coss Contemporaneous Family Records
Jim Carey Genealogy Studies
Jonathan Coss Genealogy Studies.
Richard Lindgren’s collection of Lanyon, IA History.
John W. Johnson has access to an archive of Johnson family clippings, photographs and letters held by his sister.
Dick Lindgren, and his son Chris, have recently contributed new records.
Contributors
Jonathan Lindgren Coss, editor, New Rochelle, NY.
Steven Obed Lindgren, editor, Bloomington, MN.
David Charles Lindgren, editor, Stillwater, MN.
Jon Gilmore Lindgren, editor, Des Moines, IA.
Linnae Coss, advisor & curator, Philadelphia, PA.
Pat Heath, writer & curator, Tulsa OK.
John W. Johnson, curator, San Francisco, CA.
Richard Lindgren, curator, Madison, WI.
Chris Lindgren, curator, Adel, IA.
Jay Lindgren, contributor & curator, Denver,CO
NOTE: This new post was recently modified. The post carried the unusual LONet, which is my shorthand or abbreviation for the much longer www.lindgrensonline.net.
