Lake Benton News
09/23/1927 PAge 1
Kristen Andersen
Kristen Andersen passed away at his home in Drammen township on Wednesday, September 14. Death was due to an attack of acute peritonitis.
With Kristen Andersen a faithful community worker, a good friend to many and a staunch pillar of the Danish Lutheran church has passed on to his eternal rest.
Kristen Andersen was born in Denmark October 12, 1868 and had reached the age of 58 years and 11 months. About twenty-nine years ago he emigrated to the State of Minnesota and settled in Drammen township where he resided on his farm until his death. On June 3, 1902 he was united in marriage to Anne Hansen Miller. To this union was born three children, who, with the mother, all survive. The two sons are Jens and Andrew, and the daughter, Marie. All three are at home and help on the farm.
The funeral was held on Friday Sept. 16, from the Danish Lutheran church of which the deceased had been a life long member, and the large attendance bore evidence of the high esteem in which he was held among all the people here where he had been a good and useful citizen so many years. The Reverand Thv. Kjaer spoke words of hope and sympathy to the bereaved family gathered around the bier and a number of floral pieces showed the sympathy felt for the widow and her children.
The earthly remains were the laid to rest in the cemetery of the Danish Lutheran church of Diamond Lake in this pretty spot where so many of our pioneers have found their last resting place - never more beautiful and significant than in a quite harvest evening.
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Church bell, not for great and noisy cities
Were you made, but for the village small
Where is heard the voice of crying infants
and the lullabies at evenfall.
When as a child my home was in the country
Christmas morning was my Paradise
You proclaimed the great abiding gladness
Clear as angel voices from the skies.
More sublime your voice rang out at Easter
When it hailed the Sun that conquered night,
Chimed: "Now, dust, is risen your Redeemer,
Rise with joy for Easter morn is bright!"
Yet at harvest time your tones are sweetest
In the quiet pleasant summer eve.
Thru the world the voice of heaven whispers,
Calls to rest the souls that toil and grieve.
Therefore as the evening bell is tolling:
"Sun went down, now sleeps the little bird."
Now I bow my head with drooping flowers,
Singing softly as my heart is stirred.
"When at last, O church bell you are ringing
for my dust, and they, who love me, weep,
Tell them: As the sun goes down in harvest
So in peace he smililng fell asleep.'
-Contributed.
09/23/1927 PAge 1
Kristen Andersen
Kristen Andersen passed away at his home in Drammen township on Wednesday, September 14. Death was due to an attack of acute peritonitis.
With Kristen Andersen a faithful community worker, a good friend to many and a staunch pillar of the Danish Lutheran church has passed on to his eternal rest.
Kristen Andersen was born in Denmark October 12, 1868 and had reached the age of 58 years and 11 months. About twenty-nine years ago he emigrated to the State of Minnesota and settled in Drammen township where he resided on his farm until his death. On June 3, 1902 he was united in marriage to Anne Hansen Miller. To this union was born three children, who, with the mother, all survive. The two sons are Jens and Andrew, and the daughter, Marie. All three are at home and help on the farm.
The funeral was held on Friday Sept. 16, from the Danish Lutheran church of which the deceased had been a life long member, and the large attendance bore evidence of the high esteem in which he was held among all the people here where he had been a good and useful citizen so many years. The Reverand Thv. Kjaer spoke words of hope and sympathy to the bereaved family gathered around the bier and a number of floral pieces showed the sympathy felt for the widow and her children.
The earthly remains were the laid to rest in the cemetery of the Danish Lutheran church of Diamond Lake in this pretty spot where so many of our pioneers have found their last resting place - never more beautiful and significant than in a quite harvest evening.
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Church bell, not for great and noisy cities
Were you made, but for the village small
Where is heard the voice of crying infants
and the lullabies at evenfall.
When as a child my home was in the country
Christmas morning was my Paradise
You proclaimed the great abiding gladness
Clear as angel voices from the skies.
More sublime your voice rang out at Easter
When it hailed the Sun that conquered night,
Chimed: "Now, dust, is risen your Redeemer,
Rise with joy for Easter morn is bright!"
Yet at harvest time your tones are sweetest
In the quiet pleasant summer eve.
Thru the world the voice of heaven whispers,
Calls to rest the souls that toil and grieve.
Therefore as the evening bell is tolling:
"Sun went down, now sleeps the little bird."
Now I bow my head with drooping flowers,
Singing softly as my heart is stirred.
"When at last, O church bell you are ringing
for my dust, and they, who love me, weep,
Tell them: As the sun goes down in harvest
So in peace he smililng fell asleep.'
-Contributed.
Lake Benton News
09/23/1927 PAge 1
Kristen Andersen
Kristen Andersen passed away at his home in Drammen township on Wednesday, September 14. Death was due to an attack of acute peritonitis.
With Kristen Andersen a faithful community worker, a good friend to many and a staunch pillar of the Danish Lutheran church has passed on to his eternal rest.
Kristen Andersen was born in Denmark October 12, 1868 and had reached the age of 58 years and 11 months. About twenty-nine years ago he emigrated to the State of Minnesota and settled in Drammen township where he resided on his farm until his death. On June 3, 1902 he was united in marriage to Anne Hansen Miller. To this union was born three children, who, with the mother, all survive. The two sons are Jens and Andrew, and the daughter, Marie. All three are at home and help on the farm.
The funeral was held on Friday Sept. 16, from the Danish Lutheran church of which the deceased had been a life long member, and the large attendance bore evidence of the high esteem in which he was held among all the people here where he had been a good and useful citizen so many years. The Reverand Thv. Kjaer spoke words of hope and sympathy to the bereaved family gathered around the bier and a number of floral pieces showed the sympathy felt for the widow and her children.
The earthly remains were the laid to rest in the cemetery of the Danish Lutheran church of Diamond Lake in this pretty spot where so many of our pioneers have found their last resting place - never more beautiful and significant than in a quite harvest evening.
======================================================
Church bell, not for great and noisy cities
Were you made, but for the village small
Where is heard the voice of crying infants
and the lullabies at evenfall.
When as a child my home was in the country
Christmas morning was my Paradise
You proclaimed the great abiding gladness
Clear as angel voices from the skies.
More sublime your voice rang out at Easter
When it hailed the Sun that conquered night,
Chimed: "Now, dust, is risen your Redeemer,
Rise with joy for Easter morn is bright!"
Yet at harvest time your tones are sweetest
In the quiet pleasant summer eve.
Thru the world the voice of heaven whispers,
Calls to rest the souls that toil and grieve.
Therefore as the evening bell is tolling:
"Sun went down, now sleeps the little bird."
Now I bow my head with drooping flowers,
Singing softly as my heart is stirred.
"When at last, O church bell you are ringing
for my dust, and they, who love me, weep,
Tell them: As the sun goes down in harvest
So in peace he smililng fell asleep.'
-Contributed.
09/23/1927 PAge 1
Kristen Andersen
Kristen Andersen passed away at his home in Drammen township on Wednesday, September 14. Death was due to an attack of acute peritonitis.
With Kristen Andersen a faithful community worker, a good friend to many and a staunch pillar of the Danish Lutheran church has passed on to his eternal rest.
Kristen Andersen was born in Denmark October 12, 1868 and had reached the age of 58 years and 11 months. About twenty-nine years ago he emigrated to the State of Minnesota and settled in Drammen township where he resided on his farm until his death. On June 3, 1902 he was united in marriage to Anne Hansen Miller. To this union was born three children, who, with the mother, all survive. The two sons are Jens and Andrew, and the daughter, Marie. All three are at home and help on the farm.
The funeral was held on Friday Sept. 16, from the Danish Lutheran church of which the deceased had been a life long member, and the large attendance bore evidence of the high esteem in which he was held among all the people here where he had been a good and useful citizen so many years. The Reverand Thv. Kjaer spoke words of hope and sympathy to the bereaved family gathered around the bier and a number of floral pieces showed the sympathy felt for the widow and her children.
The earthly remains were the laid to rest in the cemetery of the Danish Lutheran church of Diamond Lake in this pretty spot where so many of our pioneers have found their last resting place - never more beautiful and significant than in a quite harvest evening.
======================================================
Church bell, not for great and noisy cities
Were you made, but for the village small
Where is heard the voice of crying infants
and the lullabies at evenfall.
When as a child my home was in the country
Christmas morning was my Paradise
You proclaimed the great abiding gladness
Clear as angel voices from the skies.
More sublime your voice rang out at Easter
When it hailed the Sun that conquered night,
Chimed: "Now, dust, is risen your Redeemer,
Rise with joy for Easter morn is bright!"
Yet at harvest time your tones are sweetest
In the quiet pleasant summer eve.
Thru the world the voice of heaven whispers,
Calls to rest the souls that toil and grieve.
Therefore as the evening bell is tolling:
"Sun went down, now sleeps the little bird."
Now I bow my head with drooping flowers,
Singing softly as my heart is stirred.
"When at last, O church bell you are ringing
for my dust, and they, who love me, weep,
Tell them: As the sun goes down in harvest
So in peace he smililng fell asleep.'
-Contributed.
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