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Book 2 - Nathan, Amy, Madison and Ethan Berga

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love <strong>and</strong> grace to her peaceful soul. Lena was 62 years<br />

old when I was born; <strong>and</strong> died when I was 14. I look<br />

at her life as one richly endowed by God for her faith<br />

in him, having created a legacy of her own in this life,<br />

in her place <strong>and</strong> time.” 19<br />

Joyce Alton Wada continues, “As she <strong>and</strong> I sat on<br />

the large front porch one very warm, sunny, summer<br />

afternoon, we chatted about things in soft voices, such<br />

as the wind in the trees, the men in the field, <strong>and</strong> the<br />

flowers. One day she picked some Holly hocks, green<br />

moss, <strong>and</strong> by using a purse-size mirror she began telling<br />

me the story of the lovely ladies in their ballroom<br />

gowns, like the turned over Holly hocks in her h<strong>and</strong>s,<br />

dancing on the carpet of moss, around the lovely lake,<br />

the mirror. This was a very unusual time with Gr<strong>and</strong>ma,<br />

she took time from her tasks to sit with me. Her<br />

softness <strong>and</strong> sweetness was shown in gentle ways, <strong>and</strong><br />

will never be forgotten. There was a deep reverence<br />

within her that shone outward, speaking good, rightness,<br />

diligence <strong>and</strong> holiness. She spoke of honesty <strong>and</strong><br />

gracefulness, which was so becoming. There would be<br />

times when she would slip me a clove from her purse<br />

<strong>and</strong> say, ‘Put this in your mouth. It will freshen your<br />

breath.’ And there were other quiet times I watched<br />

her comb <strong>and</strong> brush her long hair at bedtime while<br />

her dark brown eyes smiled.<br />

As I look back, I often wish that she could have shared<br />

more about her family, life, <strong>and</strong> her faith in Jesus<br />

Christ, taught me some Norwegian words, <strong>and</strong> some<br />

recipes. I remember how I loved to please her when<br />

I was with her. Her life was one continuous change<br />

from the old world to the new world, <strong>and</strong> from the<br />

hard, rough life of a settler to beauty <strong>and</strong> convenience<br />

in her time. William was a good provider for his family;<br />

there were very few words exchanged between him<br />

<strong>and</strong> Lena. However, there was a deep enduring commitment<br />

of love to death. They were a team, coming<br />

from two different worlds, <strong>and</strong> successfully achieving<br />

their goals for their family.” 19<br />

Her obituary reads: Lena Nordrum was born to<br />

Johan <strong>and</strong> Elizabeth Marie Nordrum on October<br />

31, 1870, at Maple Springs, Dunn County, Wisconsin.<br />

When she was an infant when her parents<br />

moved to the present Nordrum farm in the town<br />

of Eau Galle, St. Croix County. On June 30, 1890,<br />

she married William Vanasse <strong>and</strong> lived in Spring<br />

Valley <strong>and</strong> on the farm in Gilman.<br />

“How privileged I have been to love her, to have her<br />

love me, <strong>and</strong> to remember her quiet influence in my<br />

life.” 19<br />

Helen recalls the day that Lena died.“When she had<br />

a small stroke at 73 years old, I went to her <strong>and</strong> she<br />

still was peaceful <strong>and</strong> encouraged me. The last stroke<br />

was severe <strong>and</strong> she lived one week. Victor’s wife, Alyce,<br />

<strong>and</strong> I took care of her. She never came to. It was<br />

a very quiet suffering for my father, as he sat by her<br />

for hours; but, she quietly left us in 1946. Much could<br />

be learned from this peaceful way Mother had in spite<br />

of everything that happened. I often look back on<br />

this <strong>and</strong> appreciate living that way. God was always<br />

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