Grandma was born in Nebraska in 1894 and died
nearly 100 years later, in 1986. She
grew up at a time when girls, especially daughters of immigrants on the
Nebraska prairie, didn’t think about much except getting married and having a
family. But Grandma was smarter than
most, and more ambitious than most. She
managed, after graduating eighth grade, to attend a nearby coed ‘college’ (as
the word was used then), Luther College, and then get a job at a local bank,
the Hordville Bank. She did well
there—well enough that when the owner/president of the bank needed to be out of
town, Sara ran the bank. But when WWI
ended and her sweetheart came home from France, she gladly gave that up and
settled down. She and Sture Nels Wallin
were married in 1920, after a seven-year-long courtship.
When I knew her, half a century later, she was interested in
genealogy, and it rubbed off on me. I
spent a few happy afternoons in my childhood walking around a local cemetery
with her, reading each gravestone and imagining the lives of those they
described. I still remember her
handwritten charts showing her ancestry and Grandpa’s. I ended up with that information in later
years, and it became the basis of a family tree that now has nearly 10,000
members on it.
But what I remember most about Grandma Wallin was her
insistence that all her grandchildren, girls included, should try to get an
education. (That, and the lutefisk I
avoided like the plague every Christmastime.)
So thank you for the inspiration, Grandma Wallin. You are gone but not forgotten!
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