Died this day in 1972: my granduncle Olaf Larson, twelfth of Ole’s 13 children. I remember visiting Olaf with my parents, when he lived alone in a cheap hotel in Longview. I don’t know if he was still working in the mills; I think he had done so earlier. He smoked constantly (well, Grandpa smoked too, and Dad, of course). He seemed quite frail, at least as frail as Grandpa, although he was 12 years younger. At least, that was my observation as a ten-year-old. Above is Uncle Olaf in 1961, with grandson David Lentine.
Olaf & Helga’s stone
