Road Blog: Dad

December 26, 1921: Stephen Brekke, nearly four months old, with his mother, Otilia Sieverson Brekke.

Is there an organizing principle to this trip?

Well, yes, sort of. Our dad was born a century ago — 100 years ago today, as a matter of fact, in a little town in northwestern Minnesota. We’re headed there now in honor of the occasion.

The observance will be a low-key one, perhaps befitting the mostly low-key nature of the honoree. One of my motives was to drag my siblings up to this corner of the country—Alvarado, the town of 300 where my dad and his parents lived until he was four years old, and Warren, the slightly larger town and seat of Marshall County where he was born. I was partly successful — my brother John is with me, and we’re making slow, picture-taking progress east. I’ll wait until another time to get my brother Chris and sister Ann to journey up to the distant upper Midwest.

So: Happy birthday, Pop. We remember.

2 Replies to “Road Blog: Dad”

  1. Aw! Your Dad was so charming!
    I always felt guilty when he stayed at my house across from you and I forgot to tell you or him that I’d turned the water heater down for my vacation…My Dad and his sibs also were born and grew up in Minnesota. We had childhood summer trips to visit grandparents, eat corn, swim and fish for crappies in the local lakes, hide in the basement after a tornado warning, and generally have a bit of a very rural summer. Great pics – enjoy!

    1. Denise, I’ll be honest: I’d forgotten that my dad stayed at your place. That would have had to have been in the late ’80s/very early ’90s — maybe in 1990, before and after he and I took a trip to Mount St. Helens?

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