Obituary: Alfred Satrang (37):
Clarence ‘Alfred’ Satrang
Nov. 24, 1916-March 13, 2009
POSTED: March 15, 2009
Clarence “Alfred” Satrang was born on Nov. 24, 1916, in Dunseith where he grew up on a farm in the Turtle Mountains.
Alfred volunteered to serve our country in the United States Army during World War II. While stationed in Sydney, Australia, he met and married Beryl Mary Graham on July 14, 1945.
Although they journeyed to the United States separately, he was reunited with Beryl when he met her on the train in Minot in April 1946. Alfred introduced her to “life in the hills” where they made their first home on the Satrang family farmstead.
In 1947, Alfred and Beryl moved to Rolette where together they raised three children. Alfred worked at R & O Contractors of Rolette from 1947 until 1952. Alfred then accepted a job with the Farmers Union (Cenex) in Rolette. For 30 years, Alfred delivered fuel to people all over the Rolette area. He knew the area “like the back of his hand.” He retired from the Farmers Union (Cenex) in 1982. Alfred loved retirement life. He became a great gardener and also enjoyed golf and the friendships both activities afforded him. Alfred always had a cup of coffee and smile for the many folks who came through his squeaky back screen door.
On March 13, 2009, Alfred was reunited with his wife, Beryl; his parents, Melvin and Inga (Rue) Satrang; his brother, John; sisters, Berdella Clark and Lela Wenstad.
Survived by his children, Corrine Satrang, Grafton, James (Sherry) Satrang, Wellsburg, West Virginia, Kent (Joleen) Satrang, Fargo; ten grandchildren; and several great-grandchildren; brother, Clyde (Marge) Satrang, Mt. Iron, MN.
Services for Alfred will be held Tuesday, March 17, 2009, at 11 a.m. at Valle Lutheran Church in Rolette with burial in North Dakota Veterans Cemetery at Mandan, ND, in the spring.
Visitation will be held at Valle Lutheran Church on Monday from 9 a.m. until time of service.
Friends may sign the online register book and share memories at www.gilbertsonfuneralhome.com
From Eileen (Mike) Brudwick (Neola’s Cousin): Fargo, ND
A special thanks to Gary Stokes for this notification of Clarence ‘Alfred’ Satrang’s death. Clarence’s mother, Ingebjorg Johnsdatter (Inga) (Rue) Satrang and Mike’s grandmother, Aslaug Johnsdatter (Ella) (Rue) Johnson were sisters.
Folks, this is a message that Eileen sent out to relatives and friends. She is married to Mike Brudwick, Neola Kofoid Garbe’s cousin. His parents are Milen & Alvina Brudwick. Mike was born and raised west of the Rendahl church and Beaver Dam areas on the Bottineau county side.
Reply from Lynn Henriksen (64): Tiburon, CA
As you know, I’m generally so snowed under with all things Book, that I don’t get time to read many of your blogs, but something made me open this today.
I feel fortunate that I did, because now I have the opportunity to send my condolences to Gary Houle and his family at the passing of their beloved mother, Lillian. I didn’t know her well, but the glimpses of her that remain in my memory from the 60s are filled with her unique energy and light and warmth. Throughout our high school years Gary spoke only kind and loving words about his mother – that alone would fill any mother’s heart. She was well loved, and I know she will be greatly missed. My thoughts and prayers go out to the Houle family.
Keeping Spirits Alive,
Reply from Lloyd Awalt (44): Bottineau, ND
Dear Gary and Paulette,
More information on Roy Anderson, Roy worked for my Dad up in the Hills until it was too much for him to be able to feed the cattle. He moved into Dunseith into a little Cook Car on the East side of town (where the Nursing Home is now). He swabbed out the Crystal Cafe, and also worked for your Father at the Liquor Store. After his cook car burned down my Dad offered to build him a new one but he refused and moved into the Commercial Hotel run by Mr. and Mrs. Grimmie. Roy had never learned to read or write. Mother wrote all his letters for him and read all his mail to him. Roy had two sisters, Lucretia and Pluma. Lucretia had a similiar birth defect to Roy. The children were seperated as very small children and hadn’t seen each other for 40 years before they were reunited.
Roy was very into Politics and listened to radio and tv and had the newspapers read to him. He became very knowledgable about it and in a discussion on the subject you’d find that his voice would raise higher and higher the more excited he became.
Lloyd, I’m assuming Roy was a brother to Grandma Anderson, your grandmother, that everyone speaks so highly of. We had a number of replies with great memories of her with our class of 65 correspondence prior to the 2007 reunion. I am posting one of the those replies below from Phyllis McKay.
Oh how my family loved Grandma Anderson!! I couldn’t wait to be taller
than she was. I’m not sure I ever achieved that goal!! I remember going
to see her when my brother Dan was small and we were outside playing
when Dan ate some dirt. Don’t ask me why he would do such a thing but he
did!! My mother was trying to wash out the dirt from his mouth when
Grandma Anderson said “Good Lord, dirt anent anything to worry about. We
all eat 7 pounds of dirt before we die anyway!” That was something I
remember raising my own children. Don’t sweat the small stuff. A
philosophy to live by!!
After Grandma Anderson passed, we had a few parties in her little house.
Her house was located real close to John’s parents’ house. Do you
remember that John? It was about the time the twist came out. You
brought your record player with all the latest songs. Oh the fun we
Colette Hosmers (64) reply fo Bev Morinville (72) and Sharron Gottbreht (59):Santa Fe, NM
Will you please list Debbie’s address again? I found a perfect card for her (relating to her holding the pup in the photo of you three girls) but I’ve misplaced her address. Thanks.
I’ve always admired your “genealogy mania”, as you refer to it. It’s especially fun when my clan can ride the tide of your discoveries…..Charlemagne, eh?
Reply from Gary Metcalfe (57): Forsyth, MO
Three Amigos….that’s easy….Don Hosmer, Dick Morgan and Kick McKay.
Gary, the blog provides a reason to remember back 100 years and more. I appreciate what the younger generation has to say as I knew most of your parents very well. To watch that ole Hank LaCroix pass on a great zest for life to Paulette is so evident.
I have to be honest, I have at least four favorite states. Jean, you said it right, sunny Arizona. That state did what no doctors could do for me, cured my asthma. Washington state could be condemned by some people for the long rainy season, but for me that state gave my mother seven years of bliss. The first winter of their marriage in 1935,on the farm in N.D., the water pail froze solid in the kitchen. Then after the modern conveniences of Washington they moved back to N.D. to the farm to pioneer again.??? To full fill his dream to be his own man, things have sure changed, today that would have been instant divorce.
To Marge Wilcox
Leo Vandal had the dray in Dunseith, also he and Albert had a bar across from the Crystal Cafe. Quite a lively stop to say the least. Lorraine, was a Richard and quite a singer. They had a bar on North Hill in Minot called the Starlight Club. One night I was going to leave the bar and Albert said to me, “come on and I will buy you a steak”. I asked him why he would do that? He said, “because you are Bing Evans nephew”. Bing had tended bar for them in Dunseith. Albert had lost his young wife shortly before this. I was in college in Minot at that time.
This story goes back more than sixty years. As I remember it was Lorraine Vandal and she loved to sing as well as my dad did. So I am peeking through the window on the north side of the Crystal Cafe, and some were singing. . I remember, “A Tavern In The Town”, my dad always did a good job on that one. Those days after the war were absolutely great times in Dunseith. I imagine that my mother thought it took us a long time to get home from town.
Bill Hosmer had a good idea about a map. The people who wrote articles in the Mountain Memories and Prairies Past also provided a map for every township.
You will enjoy the great stories when you get your book. Try page 270 when Lude Peterson tells the story of the man they found in the woods, in a sitting position and rigor mortis had set in. It is so well written, I will let you read it. What a funeral that turned out to be.
Bonnie, I may have given you a bum steer on “The Day of Battle”, may be more than you wanted to know on that. Soooooo, I will stick my neck out again, “Beyond Valor” by Patrick O’Donnell. Easier to read, I don’t know how, but they got a hundred plus infantry soldiers to say a short statement about their experience in the war in France. Most were parachute jumpers and they mentioned the value of some old vets from the Italian Campaign who came in and helped them get through the initial fear of combat.
I appreciated the information that Lloyd talked about Roy Anderson, as I wasn’t sure he was a brother of Bill and Clint. I did know where he lived up in the hills.