The 1967 Trip Back to Taylor Rapids, Wisconsin

The 1967 Trip Back to Taylor Rapids, Wisconsin

This is a paper describing the trip back to Taylor Rapids, Wisconsin, by Knapp brothers, Wayne and Robert. It’s a beautiful piece that describes the now lost-to-time logging community and the landmarks that shaped their lives growing up there.

Wayne and Robert Knapp playing alongside the Peshtigo River, Taylor Rapids, Wiscson, c1920It’s a wonderful satisfying feeling to have successfully accomplished the long trip back to the eastern part of the country, the beautiful sights, mountains, planes, rivers and lakes, to a little space of land that is so small it would barely make a dot on the map: Taylor Rapids, Wisconsin.

Why would anyone be so fond of the small insignificant piece of property. Thirty-seven years ago and more, it was the home and birthplace of the writer of these pages, and there he lived with his brothers, sister, and mother for several years. This was where we went to school, learn to read and write and figure, also to work and realize the value of money.

After so many years, changes have taken place to a very great degree, therefore various places were difficult to identify, although the actual grounds had not changed. The trees have grown so tall and thick, and reforestation put thousands of trees were open plains were before. Sadness fills the hearts of those who gazed once more upon the intimate old home place where so many years ago this place and the surrounding countryside was filled with song and laughter, as boys grew up together. Continue reading


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Defining Home

In the television episode of Who Do You Think You Are? with Steve Buscemi, he shares his feelings about his past, saying, “I’m from the country of Brooklyn.” He really thought of himself as from Brooklyn, New York, so digging into his past made him rethink his vision of himself as well as “home.” Along the past to researching his family historAllen Knapp with his new 1924 Ford in Wabeno, Wisconsiny, he found that while his family dated back several generations to Brooklyn, it soon expanded to other parts of the United States, and eventually beyond this country.

Part of the wonderment of digging into your family history is widening your vision of who you are and where you are from.

I’m working on my book, Home Is Where Lorelle Is, and the subject of “home” is a constant theme. From the moment we left Marysville, Washington, to venture out on the road full-time in a recreational vehicle for what was supposed to be a year which became 16, the question of home has plagued us and fascinated us. Continue reading


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Missouri and Norwegian Lutheran Church Synod in Wisconsin 1845 – 1900s

When Hans Anderson (1844-1924) was about seven years old, he and his family immigrated from Fredriksvern, Norway, to Manitowoc, Wisconsin, as part of the Norway Lutheran Church movement to North America. The family became part of the Missouri Lutheran Church Synod.

In researching the Lutheran Church records and historical information for the 1950s, trying to find some records as to the parents of Hans Anderson, including records of his marriage on June 15, 1867, to Sarah Olson in La Crosse. Wisconsin, I found some interesting resources that may help others on similar searches.

There is an excellent History of the Evangelical Lutheran Synod timeline that shows the chronological events and history of the Norwegian Synod (1853) and Evangelical Lutheran Synod (1918) which records much of the Norwegian immigration time periods.

Here are some highlights as pertains to the Anderson Family migration.

1825: Beginning of the Norwegian Migration to America. The sloop Restoration sailed from Stavanger, bringing 52 Norwegian Quakers to America.

1845: The first Norwegian church building was inaugurated March 12 in Muskego [Wisconsin].

1851: Kirkelig Maanedstidende (Church Monthly) was launched two years before the official founding of the Synod.

1853: The Synod for the Norwegian-Evangelical Lutheran Church in America (the Norwegian Synod) was organized at Koshkonong and Luther Valley near Madison Wisconsin. The Synod adopted the ritual of the Church of Norway. Three leaders of the Synod were Herman Amberg Preus, Jakob Aal Ottesen, and Ulrik Vilhelm Koren.

1861: Luther College, founded first near La Crosse, Wisconsin; relocated to Decorah, Iowa, the next year.

1872: The Norwegian Synod participates in the formation of the Evangelical Lutheran Synodical Conference of North America along with the Missouri, Wisconsin, and Ohio Synods.
History of the Evangelical Lutheran Synod

Here are more links and resources on the history and records of the Norwegian and Missouri Lutheran Church.


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Poem: My Mother by Robert Knapp (Emma Primley Knapp)

Poem: My Mother by Robert Knapp (Emma Primley Knapp)

Dated December 1, 1964, written for his mother, Emma Beatrice Primley Knapp, died 1960.

My Mother

Poem called My Mother for Emma Primley Knapp by Robert KnappShe waited on me hand and foot.
That’s as the saying goes.
I know great care of me was took,
And thanks so seldom shows.
My Darling Mother, true and brave,
Whose courage none compete.
Who cautioned, and made me behave,
Til I was grown complete.
I was her precious jewel, I’m sure,
Much kindness I was shown.
A Lady fine and few as true,
My Mother, in our home.
Kind favors granted, most with smiles
So cheerful I recall.
To see I dressed in modern styles,
Emma Primley Knapp in her flower garden in Taylor Rapids, Wisconsin, September 3, 1923From the time I was real small.
She taught me to serve Jesus,
And to love him more each day.
So’s I’d grow up to be just
Like she, pleasant and gay.
Now time has played a different roll,
The years at last are showing.
But I’ll stand by at the controls,
As I see her footsteps slowing.
“Dear Mom, you’ve done so much for me,
I guess it’s my turn now,
To satisfy you as needs be,
I’ll do my best some how.”


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Charles H. Elwell, License to Master of Steam and Motor Vessels

Charles H. Elwell was well-known as a tug boat captain of the Skagit Chief and other boats around Puget Sound. Among the historical family archives of his descendant, Keral Ellingsworth, she shared the certificate from Seattle’s US Department of Commerce for Elwell’s License to Master of Steam and Motor Vessels.

Charles Elwell, Master of Steam and Motor Vessels Certificate 1934

United States Department of Commerce
Steamboat Inspection Service
Serial Number 135597
Issue Number 7-8
License to Master of Steam and Motor Vessels
This is to certify that Charles H. Elwell has given satisfactory evidence to the undersigned United States Local Inspectors, Steamboat Inspection Service, for the district of Seattle, Washington, that he can safely be intrusted with the duties and responsibilities of Master of Steam and Motor Vessels of not over 500 gross tons, upon the waters of Bays, Sounds and Lakes other than the Great Lakes and Pilot on Puget Sound and adjacent inland waters between Tacoma and Bellingham on vessels of same tonnage, and is hereby licensed to act as such Master and Pilot for the term of five years from this date.
Given under our hands, this 8th day of August, 1934.

Daniel B. Hutchins, Acting U.S. Inspector of Hulls
William N. Campbell, Acting U.S. Local Inspector of Boilers

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Everett and Snohomish County, Washington, Research Resources

As I dig into the more recent history of my family, Snohomish County and Everett, Washington, and the surrounding areas played a huge part not just in my life, education, and culture, but also to several branches of my family, especially the West and Knapp sides.

The West family came from Michigan to log the Pacific Northwest, surviving in rough logging camps at the turn of the century. A family of adventurers, they arrived on the Mayflower and brought “civilization” across what became the United States. While not leaving a huge impact on Snohomish County, my Grandfather Howard W. West guarded the Pacific Northwest waters at sea and inland his entire life, serving on the new USS Arizona 15 years before Pearl Harbor, raising his children in Marysville and later at the Friday Harbor lighthouse, and dying as security for Chief Joseph Dam.

Log breakup at Storres River Bend, Skagit River, Washington from Knapp Family ArchivesMy mother’s Knapp family was forced by the Depression to leave behind their beloved but poverty and struggles in the logging community of Taylor Rapids, Wisconsin, for the west coast, seeking a better life. Knowing nothing but logging, they joined the logging camps in Oregon until a fire destroyed what little they had left. They moved to the wilderness of Snohomish County to work the Frye Lettuce Farm in Monroe, then the logging teams blazing roads roads through the forested mountain foothills to build what is now Old Highway 2.

Two of the Knapp brothers married into the Elwell family, descendants of Chief Seattle. Robert Knapp stayed with his wife, Evelyn Elwell (of Charles Elwell and Laura Stillman), in Lake Stevens. Lloyd married Irene Elwell and moved to Eastern Washington. Wayne Knapp married into the Odell family of Snohomish, another family of early homesteaders, merging native Americans even further with immigrant whites.

stirring the fires c1930s Elwell Knapp womenFather-in-law Captain Elwell hired on Robert and Wayne on the tug, Skagit Chief, maneuvering logs through the treacherous waterways of the Snohomish and Skagit Rivers and Puget Sound. As the roads opened up, cargo moved from the waterways, and the two Knapp brothers found jobs as security guards at the Monroe State Prison. Wayne soon moved onto Seattle, working his way up to the head of Boeing security.

Snohomish County has a long history, going back to the Native Americans. Everett, Washington, played a role in both World Wars as a protected port for the Pacific ocean. Just recently, a World War I cannon was found in Clark Park in Everett on Lombard Avenue, though not lost in the sense of lost to history but missing from the park in a mystery over 10 years old. It was found in a maintenance area of the park, forgotten and ignored. The city is now trying to figure out how to restore and/or protect this one playground for myself and children to climb over and pretend we were fighting the enemy below on the bay.

Paine Field Airport was named for a pilot in World War I, and the Boeing plant in Mukilteo, southwest of Everett, continues to be one of the largest buildings on one floor in the world as well as a major driver to the world economy and transportation system. Port Gardner Bay, once filled with logs yanked down the foothills of Mt. Pilchuck and all over Snohomish County, still hosts the paper mill remains, part of what pulled Everett out of the Great Depression when logging ran dry. It’s now dwarfed by the new marina and naval base next door.

Everett was a cross road for transportation in all directions. From the sea to the mountains east across Highway 2, later complemented by the North Cascades Highway connecting the northwestern part of the area with Eastern Washington during the passable times of the year. To the north lie Vancouver, Canada, along Interstate 5, and to the south, along the same highway, lie the industrial city of Seattle and points beyond all the way to Mexico. Continue reading


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Early Memories of Taylor Rapids, Wisconsin

Early Memories of Taylor Rapids, Wisconsin

The following poem by Wayne Knapp speaks of his childhood home in Taylor Rapids, Wisconsin, a town lost to time and nature not far south of Goodman in the far northern wilderness of the state. Taylor Rapids was once home to logging companies and their families, slicing up the forests of northern Wisconsin. The Knapp family was one of the last to turn out the lights on this temporary community before traveling towards hope and money to Oregon then Washington State and settling there. What remains of Taylor Rapids is a wilderness area reverted back to nature, all owned by the state. There are a few cabins for fishing and hunting along the Peshtigo River, but other than outdoor recreation, few visit this abandoned area. Revisiting it in 2006, we were dismayed to see nothing left of the buildings, and yet rejoicing as the area now resembles much of what it must have looked like when the family arrived, not barren when they left.

EARLY MEMORIES

Glenn Knapp climbing fence around old log cabin homestead, Taylor Rapids, Wisconson c 1925My old home was just a cabin,
Simply built, by sweat of brow.
Tamarack logs fit tight together —
In my dreams – I see it now!

No coat of paint to hide it’s roughness,
No architect to lay it’s plans!
It was built just plain and simple
By young inexperienced hands.

“Build it strong and snug, wayfarer,
Winter’s winds blow hard and long,
Forcing snow in chinks and crevasse;
If it stands, it must be strong!”

In the north-woods of Wisconsin,
By the river, Peshtigo;
In that sturdy old log cabin,
I was raised — so long ago!

Home-made bed with straw for mattress,
Wood stove burning, day and night;
Winter’s cold crept in regardless,
Freezing everything in sight!

Soon a snug, warm barn was builded,
With it’s hey loft high and wide,
Filled with seasoned local grasses,
Safe from wrath of storms outside.

Knapp, Taylor Rapids, Michigan, Making maple syrup and sugar in the hardwoods with Zack Napier, Allen Knapp, and little Glen Knapp.Stalls to hold the cows and horses;
And a pen for off-spring small.
Bins to hold the oats and barley,
Fastened tight against the wall.

Entering there in dead of winter,
Barn smells to m nose unfold;
Leaving crunch of snow at doorstep,
Welcome warmth against the cold!

How I’ve massed those days of childhood,
And my mother’s voice so clear,
Calling us boys in for “supper”,
In those days of yesteryear!


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Lunch On the River on Old Jim With Nonie and Wayne

Lunch On the River on Old Jim With Nonie and Wayne

Nora and Wayne sitting on log house roof reading, circa 1923I have spoken often of how much of my youthful happiness is owed to my wonderful departed sister, Nonie. She was one in a million. She a teacher, mother, and sister to us, especially to my younger brother, Wayne, and I.

On one of the events that still hold a vital place in my memories, is the time when my sister bridled the big old work horse that we owned, and we road out for lunch. Nonie was famous for her lunches, not sandwitches, potato chips, or any of the familiar things that perhaps you may have in mind for a lunch today. We had none of those things. The things that she packed were a small amount of flour, some salt (though it was costly), an egg or two, a portion of lard, and some matches. This was our extent of lunch packing.

But I want you to know, and I refuse to tell more than exact facts, that little girl could prepare a most delicious meal, and tastey, too.

My younger brother and I always carried a little fish line wrapped on the tip of a discarded shoe sole and a supply of hooks, so that in case we were ever stranded some where in the wilds, we could at least catch a fish or two to keep us from starving.

Nora and Allen Anderson with horse Old Jiim 1923Well, getting back to the trip on poor old Jim horse, when I used to sit on his back my little legs stuck almost strait out to the sides. We used to get on his big old back and go for miles, my sister, Nonie, in front, me in the middle, and my younger brother, Wayne, on the tail end.

We traveled for several miles along the old Peshtigo River, where it wound its way across the sand plains and wooded areas, some so desolate that few men had ever seen it. Nonie located a spot that suited her fancy. She stopped the big horse, and staked him to a small tree. The poor old horse busied himself at scrounging on the short grass that was in his reach. We couldn’t turn him loose, as we knew darn well that he would be the first to leave the spot. Then it would be our problem to get home on our own two feet, better known then as “Shanks Horse”. Continue reading


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A Railroad Tragedy Poem – Melvin Knapp 1906-1943

The following is the poem and story of the death of Wayne’s brother, Melvin Edward Knapp, born July 28, 1906, Wausaukee, Wisconsin, and died of a train accident November 28, 1943. He was married to Helen Griffiths, July 28, 1906, and left behind three children, Pat, Ila, and Irene. For more information on our Knapp family, see our Nicholas Knapp Descendents Family Tree.

A RAILROAD TRAGEDY
by Wayne Knapp

Ed and Lloyd, Melvin, Emma, Glenn (baby), and Nora Knapp in Goodman, Wisconsin c1924In the fall of nineteen forty-three,
While “the war” was at it’s peak,
A freight train, loaded with war supplies,
Was fueled, and headed east.

From Seattle, this mighty juggernaut,
Roared swiftly on her way;
Carrying government top priority,
she was not to be delayed!

At night, the headlight cast it’s beam,
Probing the rails ahead,
While the powerful railroad train gained speed,
With it’s firebox glowing red:

Through the cascade tunnel, and eastern plains,
The big train thundered on,
Through Ritzville, and into Idaho,
She pushed steadily along.

Melvin Knapp with his favorite horse, Bonnie, Taylor Rapids, Wisconsin c1920Meanwhile, at the Calder Station,
In Idaho’s mountain chain,
A brave Milwaukee section boss
had fears he couldn’t restrain!

Three times, he’d asked assurance,
That the rail line would be clear;
Three times the word was given,
that he’d nothing there to fear.

So with his happy section crew,
They sped along the tracks —
But Wait! What’s that? A whistle’s sound?
There was no time to turn back!

Around the bend came the speeding freight,
With it’s whistle’s open wide!
“Jump off — and hurry,
And save your lives!” The frantic foreman cried!

The workers jumped, their lives were spared;
But the foreman vainly tried,
To save the speeder they’d ridden on;
And for this — the poor man died!

For the speeder was smashed – struck from behind!
And the foreman was pitched to the ground!
His head split open on the jagged rocks!
It was there his body was found!

Melvin Knapp fishing on the Peshtigo River, Taylor Rapids, Wisconsin, c 1920sNow this story is true — and I’m sad to relate,
That the foreman was a brother of mine!
And besides his three children, and a sweet loving wife,
He left mother and kin folks behind.

I pay tribute to him, for a man never lived,
More thoughtful, unselfish, and kind,
Than that foreman, and father, and brother so dear,
That worked for the Milwaukee Line!

Handwritten Note: To Red and Anita from Wayne P. Knapp circa 1975-1985


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Obituary: Gladys Anderson of Lessor, Wisconsin

Gladys Anderson was the daughter of Antone Anderson and Lilly (Peterson) Anderson, niece of Johan (John/Jack) and Helena (Blickfeldt) Anderson, and granddaughter of Hans Anderson and Sigrid (Olson) Anderson of Norway, and great-granddaughter of Andrias Anderson, the first Anderson immigrant from Norway in our family. She was a teacher in Lessor, Shawano County, Wisconsin, her hometown, and some still remember her. She went on to teach in nearby schools and never married. She took care of various family members, including her sister, Magdeline (Anderson) Timmons, for many years.

From the Shawano County Journal, Shawano, Wisconsin
October 30, 1996
Obituary: Gladys A. Anderson

Gladys A. Anderson, age 77, died early Monday morning, 28 Oct. 1996 at Birch Hill Health Care Center in Shawano.

She was born Oct. 23, 1919 in the town of Lessor, daughter of the late Anton and Lilly (Peterson) Anderson. Gladys was a teacher for 43 years.

She is survived by a brother Milton (Marcella) Anderson, Green Bay; nieces and nephews. She was preceded in death by 2 sisters and five brothers.

Memorial services will be held at 3 p.m. Thursday at the Muehl-Boettcher Funeral Home, Seymour. Friends may call at the home funeral home from 2:30 until time of services. Burial will be in Our Savior Lutheran Church Cemetery.


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