More on the Glaeve family and Cass Lake Minnesota
At some point, I discovered that Cass Lake was not only where my parents chose to spend vacations but also the birth-place of my father. Reynold Otto Glaeve was born on a farm in rural Cass Lake, Hubbard County Minnesota. The date was either June 21, 22, or the 23rd. Grandma Glaeve, Ella Emelia nee Swartz, said it was the 22nd and Dad always said, with a sly grin, that even though the doctor recorded a different day he would go with his mother’s recollection. The doctor may not even have been there.
His parents, both born in Illinois, still clung to their German language and traditions. They wanted to name him Reinhold Otto. But this was 1917 and these were sensitive times for people of German ancestry in this country. The local Lutheran pastor cautioned them against the name because it sounded “Too German” and thus Reynold was their next choice. The conflicting birth dates and the naming were two of Dad’s favorite, and oft repeated stories.
Times must have been hard and the work of clearing stumps from logged-over land a back-breaking undertaking. In the winter many of the men worked in the lumbering camps to provide some needed income for their families. We assume that Grandpa also worked in the camps. Dad told of him working at the local Cass Lake saw-mill. It was German tradition that the whole family, including the women and children, help in the fields and garden. It is doubtful that the farm was profitable enough to provide much, if any, additional money. When Marie and Eleanore were old enough, they were employed, probably as house-keepers, at a local town hotel called the Endion.
The photos of the farm house and out –buildings show a very humble place. The family still used horses for field work and for transportation. With Grandpa at the reins they made trips to the neighbors, to the lake for fishing and to worship services at the Lutheran Church. In the winters, the children were huddled together in the back, under buffalo robes. Stones would have been heated in the wood burning stove for the trip and re-heated where-ever they were visiting for the return trip.
from some written memories of Reynold Glaeve"The home of my birth was located out in the country, eight miles southwest of the town of Cass Lake, Minnesota. A Farm of one hundred twenty acres. It had been built by a pioneer settle of native logs. There was the house, a two story structure, three rooms down stairs, kitchen, parlor, and bedroom. The upstairs was more of a loft separated by a curtain, boys on one side, girls on the other. A ladder was lowered from the ceiling for access." The bathroom: - a path out back! And that was a scary place to go at night, especially if it was a cold winter night. One could sometimes hear the wolves howling and the house would seem a long ways away."
"The barn was really two in one, a cow barn with stalls for our twelve cows and a little pen for the calves, and a horse barn for our three horses. Hay was also stored here, short term. The bulk of the hay was stored in a loft above the barn, and in hay stacks in the field. A shelter was attached to the barn a couple of years before we moved to town."
"There was also a chicken house for about twenty five or more chicken[s], boxes fastened [to] the wall for egg production. We also had a granary, the only building of dimensional lumber. for storage of corn and oats, feed for the animals. A small pump house built of stones and set down in the earth with a water tank were milk w[h]ere milk cans could be kept before it would be picked up and taken to town for sale."
"For a little kid, town was a long journey, a two hour ride one way in a buggy drawn by one horse....In 1920 it was unusual to meet more than one car on the road in only two hours, and when you did, the horse would go crazy, and it was difficult to prevent it from running away"
At some point the family moved off the farm into the town of Cass Lake. We have not been able to establish these dates nor have we been able to find an address or the land transactions. The village was smack in the middle of the Cass Lake Indian Reservation and many of their playmates were children of the local Ojibwe families. When not at school the children found fun at the mill pond where they swam, fished and skated.