Othelia Peterson Tyberg (1907-1987)
Agnes Othelia was born in Wood River Township, March 26, 1907, the second child of Hulda Albertina (Soderquist) and Otto Ephraim Peterson. As the first child was a daughter, Annie Marie, Hulda and Otto were quite sure that the second would be a son, whom they would name Otto. Her unique name, Othelia, seemed to become a token of the strong identification that she would feel with her father throughout her whole life. Like all her siblings, she walked across the pasture to attend Midway School (Wood River District 11) and, in 1924, she graduated from Grantsburg High School (in Grantsburg she stayed with kinfolk, the Philip Carlson family, to attend high school; Mrs. Carlson was half-sister to her Grandma Soderquist). She trained to be a teacher in the special program at Grantsburg High School. She also taught in several of the one-room schools in Burnett County and, in a larger school during a year she particularly enjoyed, at Glen Flora, in Rusk County. After acquiring further credentials at the Teacher’s Colleges in Superior and River Falls, she because Supervising Teacher for Burnett County.
Victor Lenard was born in West Marshland, January 15, 1904, the second child of Johanna (Lundquist) and Erick Magnus Tyberg. After graduating from the eighth grade at Freya, he worked on the family farm helping his father. Later, he worked for Arthur Anderson in his general store in Alpha.
Othelia and Victor met at Uncle Isaac Lundquist’s birthday party in 1928 when Othelia was teaching in Freya and, on June 22, 1935, they were married on the Peterson farm where Otto and Hulda had married exactly 31 years earlier. Othelia was attended by Blanche Larson, a teacher from Beloit whom she had met at Glen Flora; her sister, LaVone; Victor’s sister, Elsie; and niece Joanne Aronson, as flower girl. Victor was attended by his brother, Rudolph; his cousin, Stanley Lundquist; and Othelia’s brothers, Delroy and, as ring bearer, Roger. In 1938 John Victor was born, in 1942, Rodney Erick, and in 1949, James Russell. In 1946, Betty Wagenius joined the family and became the boys’ only sister and, later, with her husband Gordon Anderson, presented Othelia and Victor with their first grandchildren. Marilyn Ruth and Carol Joy were followed by Anna Victoria, Robert Erick, Rebecca Nicole, Erik James, John Daniel, and Kathryn Lynda. Victor lived to see his first great-grandson, Pieter Philippus de Tombe.
Othelia and Victor lived above Arthur Anderson’s store until 1937, when they moved to Grantsburg and occupied an apartment in a building that stood at the corner of northwest corner of Burnett Avenue and Oak Street. During John’s first year, they moved next-door on Oak Street to occupy the second unit in a duplex owned by Gust and Annie Johnson. That dwelling was next door to the Chevrolet dealership and garage, which Victor and a partner owned and operated. Victor then worked for a year in the McNally Brothers’ machine shop making “war parts” and, in February 1946, they bought and moved to the Peterson homestead. They lived there until 1963 when they moved to Minneapolis where Victor became a caretaker at Elim Baptist Church. When he retired in 1973, they returned to Grantsburg to a home on East Madison Ave. where they celebrated their Golden Anniversary in 1985. Othelia died August 14, 1987; Victor, March 10, 1994.
Othelia is remembered as an outstanding teacher whose love of learning was freely and generously transmitted to her children. Her faith was central to her life and she was deservedly respected as a pillar in her church and community life. Victor is best remembered by the phrases of Wordsworth: “…that best portion of a good man’s life/ His little, nameless, unremembered acts/ Of kindness and of love.”
By LaVone Olson
One of Othelia’s Flawlessly Recited Poems
The Awfullest Thistle
The successful thistle sifter, in sifting a sieve full of unsifted thistles, stuck three thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb.
Theophilus Thistle, the successful thistle sifter
In sifting a sieve full of unsifted thistles,
Thrust three thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb.
If Theophilus Thistle, the successful thistle sifter,
Can thrust three thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb,
See thou, in sifting a sieve full of unsifted thistles,
Thrust not three thousand thistles through the thick of thy thumb.
Pat Tyberg’s memories of Othelia
Pat (Tyberg) Brown – August 14, 1987
- Wife of Victor, mother of John, Rodney, Jim and Betty
- Grandmother, Great Grandmother, Auntie Teela.
- School Teacher
- County School Supervising Teacher
- Veteran Sunday School teacher for 60 plus years
- Speaker
- Leader
- Counselor
- Poet
- Friend
- Generous, outgoing, caring, articulate
Who loved:
- Her God and Savior
- Being surrounded by family
- God’s word and sharing it with others
- Her church
- People
- Listening to KTIS
- Talking with children
- Music and poetry
- To share the bounty of her table with everyone – from relative’s dogs, NE Minneapolis bums, common folk, to venerable saints.
- The folks at ECF
Who believed in
- Herself
- Making the most of every opportunity to witness for the Lord
- Being a good neighbor
- Carrying on in spite of her handicap
Who gave
- Of herself
- Her time and talents for the glory of God
- Freely, her coffee cakes, homemade soups, and 7-layer casseroles
- Encouragement to anyone who needed it
- Her hospitality to all – one never left her home without something in one’s hand or heart
Who needed
- Books, tapes
- A telephone close by
- A constant supply of postage stamps
- Few worldly possessions
- To experience life simply, but deeply
- To write a book
- To help the down and out
- To be needed.
Who will be remembered for
- Her magic with bread dough
- Her keen memory of people, places, events, dates, recipes, Scripture and poetic verse
- Being able to quote what was said in some sermon many years ago
- Her Christian example
- Meeting needs of people in all circumstances of life
- Keeping up to date on current events and community affairs
- Writing letters
- The colorful oral narratives of her life
- The deaths of her two young sisters
- Losing her finger in the garage door
- Her ability to meet and talk with any kind of person
- Her hand made gifts for each new bride or baby
- Reminding nieces and nephews of the little incidents in their childhoods
- Never raising her voice in anger
- Being not only a woman of words, but a woman of action
- Her faithfulness to God
- The inspiration she gave to everyone who knew her.
Pat Tyberg’s memories of Victor Tyberg
Victor Tyberg,
Son, brother, husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather, Uncle Vic; farmer, mechanic, custodian, church trustee; a gentle man and a gentleman; A man of few words, humble, gracious, honest, sweet, kindness personified.
Who believed in
- his God and Savior;
- his family;
- his church;
- the nutritional and sustaining value in a daily bowl of oatmeal, long before fiber was the rage;
- the ability of the Holstein cow to out produce any other cow in pounds of milk;
- the integrity of a vehicle built by Chevrolet;
- the regular reading of the Scriptures.
Who will be remembered for
- his perpetual smile;
- never speaking a word of anger or complaint;
- his faithful attendance at all functions of the church;
- conforming to the schedules of his cows, setting his clock to their particular needs;
- having few worldly needs.
Who gave
- his talents to others in any way he could: fixing for his neighbors and friends the leaking faucets, the squeaking doors, the jammed locks; delivering Teela’s fresh coffeecakes, rolls and hot dishes; chauffeuring countless people to and from Sunday School, church, Bible camp, prayer meeting;
- his behind-the-scenes services: setting and taking down folding chairs, stacking hymnals, opening and closing windows, cleaning up after everyone else;
- his commitment to Teela: transporting her to speaking engagements, together visiting the sick and uncared for seeing that the people in his life were comfortable and well-cared for in good times and bad.
“Well done thou good and faithful servant, enter thou into the joy of thy salvation.”