Joe Mannausau During Joe’s introduction to school, most schools only taught up to the eighth grade and according to him, that was as far as most kids got and anyone that went on had to go to a larger community, find a place to stay and pay board and room. For many it was unaffordable.
Mr. Joe Mannausau’s ruminations More Mister Joe euphemisms, adventures, and commentary: His dad hewed timber in the mines on the Iron Range when they were opening up; he earned 98 cents a day.
Mister Joe Mannausau II Mister Joe was appreciative when real horsepower was replaced by tractors, cars, trucks, boat motors and other gasoline contrivances, but in his later years he wondered aloud if all the new mechanical things were taking the place of real manpower, leaving no work for a man to make a living. Joe philosophized that we are enjoying paradise now and not thinking of what it is going to be for the young folks that will be taking our place after we are gone.
Ol’ Joe Mannausau He was always Mr. Joe, but for the rest of us it seemed incongruous that he was ever any age other than he was.
Birchdale, 1949 “If” - the biggest short word there is was proved to be true in the Birchdale area when it was reported on May 7, 1949, that the railroad had chosen a north route and not on the south side of the Rainy River by International Falls Daily Journal. It was thought, hoped and reported that “if” it had been built as once planned that Birchdale would undoubtedly have been one of the chief towns of the county instead of just a small community.
Naturally, I couldn’t resist writing about The Birchdale Area (aka) End of the Rainbow. I want to tell you about Mrs. Mae Smart. She was born in Minneapolis; her parents had come to Minneapolis from New York State. Her father Carl Buell was long prominent in educational opportunities and affairs of the Flour City. He was also an author and lecturer of more than local fame and enjoyed the friendship of many of the great men and women of the nation.
Jeremiah Johnston Chapter 9 Missionary, traveler, and newspaper reporter Mr. Rodgers tried fishing in the early afternoon of July 19,1898, from the shore of the Rainy River with poor results.
Chapter 8 While missionary Rodgers and Jeremiah Johnston strolled through the reserve, they came across an old Indian sitting under a shade tree making canoe ribs. He seemed interesting and they tried to bring some truth home to his mind. It was a bit of a surprise when Jeremiah took up the crooked knife and started whittling. The old man noticed that he could use the knife and said so, “why not, I am an Indian,” was Jeremiah’s reply. The old man showed Mr. Rodgers his flint, steel and tinder in his bag and struck a light. They used matches then but kept the sack as a “just in case.” He was interested in hearing that Mr. Rodgers had come from a long way east and was going to the mountains, then when he heard that Mr. Rodgers wrote for a paper and was glad to see that he was keen on learning about their ways, the old man grunted an exclamation of approval and to the delight of Mr. Rodgers, he asked him to come more under the shade.
Jeremiah Johnston Chapter 7 Jeremiah and the Missionary Rodgers strolled through the reserve passing by the burial grounds; they passed three graves that Mr. Rodgers hoped to photograph.
Jeremiah Johnston Chapter 6 Those who were Christian Indians were like most denominations, varied personalities who came from different backgrounds. According to Rev.