Ida Yliniemi Salmonson
Ida Matilda Yliniemi Salmonson was born on September 29, 1905 in Toad Lake Twp in Becker County. She died on January 21, 1983 in Menahga, MN. She was married on August 9, 1926 to Olaf Salmonson (3-17-96 to 5-8-88) in Wolf Lake Twp. Ida and Olaf farmed across the road from her parents. The school house "District 83," where the children in the area attended school is now located on this farm and is used as a garage and shop by their son George. When the children were growing up, an unfortunate accident caused Harold's blindness. Therefore, Harold received his education in Faribault, MN at the School for the Blind.
Her daughter Fay wrote this "TRIBUTE to my MOTHER" on March 2, 1989:
My Mother seemed to know when I needed a little extra attention or when I was hurting inside. She would convey a message that she cared with a kind word, a smile or even without words. The times when words would not make a difference, she would go into action doing tasks that needed to be done. We would bake or clean the upstairs. There just wasn't time to feel sorry for yourself.
As a little girl, I played in my playhouse made from the back of an old milk wagon that was used to deliver milk to the city folks. My Mother would visit me and my doll in my house under a big oak tree. We would eat the mud pies and drink the pretend coffee I had made.
Mother taught me the Lord's Prayer, Apostle's Creed, the Ten Commandments and the catechism in the Finnish language. She also taught me to read and sing hymns in both Finnish and English. The lessons in crocheting, knitting, sewing and embroidering were just for fun. This was accomplished by watching Mother, receiving instructions, then trying it on my own.
In the summer flies were everywhere on the farm. I was about 3 yrs old and very afraid of flies. When a fly would come near me, I would scream. My Mother would quiet my fears until I realized they would not hurt me and with her patience we made it.
At nine or ten yeard of age I was already driving a car to Grandma's house as well as to the store. I was assured by my Mother that it was okay as long as she was with me. I never questioned this and we always got there and back. What a way to build confidence!
The upbringing in a Christian home with Mother always displaying a love for all that come into contact with her has made many memories of my childhood happy ones.
My Mother was a caring person, a teacher in lessons of the Lord, family values, patience, love, companionship, having fun and confidence. These values I have tried to pass on to my children.
I wonder, did I remember to say Thank You...? With Love, Fay
Verniel Yliniemi Latto writes about Aunt Ida:
Ida to me was a lady of sisu (inner strength). She was quiet, uncomplaining, and jolly, I remember her laugh.
I visited her at the nursing home in Menahga when she was a resident there. I told her who I was, and she took a hold of my hand, and did not want to let go. I guess I was someone familiar, she wanted to hang onto me as long as possible.
When we used to visit, she would cook a nice meal. She kept a very nice, neat looking house. She was a caring person.
We came to visit one time, and here were Ida, and her daughter Faye, having a mud pie, tea party on the west side of the house. She was the only one of my Yliniemi aunts that were alive when I was little.
Huldy Frazee MN Sat Jan 15 19:10:50 CST 2000
I find it interesting as I read your tribute Fay, that I also remember playing in the back of a milk wagon for a play house. The front had a ledge that was perfect for serving those mud pies and in back there were the benches for the cans that we used as beds. Was ours yours or did my parents get one from the same source??
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Her daughter Fay wrote this "TRIBUTE to my MOTHER" on March 2, 1989:
My Mother seemed to know when I needed a little extra attention or when I was hurting inside. She would convey a message that she cared with a kind word, a smile or even without words. The times when words would not make a difference, she would go into action doing tasks that needed to be done. We would bake or clean the upstairs. There just wasn't time to feel sorry for yourself.
As a little girl, I played in my playhouse made from the back of an old milk wagon that was used to deliver milk to the city folks. My Mother would visit me and my doll in my house under a big oak tree. We would eat the mud pies and drink the pretend coffee I had made.
Mother taught me the Lord's Prayer, Apostle's Creed, the Ten Commandments and the catechism in the Finnish language. She also taught me to read and sing hymns in both Finnish and English. The lessons in crocheting, knitting, sewing and embroidering were just for fun. This was accomplished by watching Mother, receiving instructions, then trying it on my own.
In the summer flies were everywhere on the farm. I was about 3 yrs old and very afraid of flies. When a fly would come near me, I would scream. My Mother would quiet my fears until I realized they would not hurt me and with her patience we made it.
At nine or ten yeard of age I was already driving a car to Grandma's house as well as to the store. I was assured by my Mother that it was okay as long as she was with me. I never questioned this and we always got there and back. What a way to build confidence!
The upbringing in a Christian home with Mother always displaying a love for all that come into contact with her has made many memories of my childhood happy ones.
My Mother was a caring person, a teacher in lessons of the Lord, family values, patience, love, companionship, having fun and confidence. These values I have tried to pass on to my children.
I wonder, did I remember to say Thank You...? With Love, Fay
Verniel Yliniemi Latto writes about Aunt Ida:
Ida to me was a lady of sisu (inner strength). She was quiet, uncomplaining, and jolly, I remember her laugh.
I visited her at the nursing home in Menahga when she was a resident there. I told her who I was, and she took a hold of my hand, and did not want to let go. I guess I was someone familiar, she wanted to hang onto me as long as possible.
When we used to visit, she would cook a nice meal. She kept a very nice, neat looking house. She was a caring person.
We came to visit one time, and here were Ida, and her daughter Faye, having a mud pie, tea party on the west side of the house. She was the only one of my Yliniemi aunts that were alive when I was little.
Huldy Frazee MN Sat Jan 15 19:10:50 CST 2000
I find it interesting as I read your tribute Fay, that I also remember playing in the back of a milk wagon for a play house. The front had a ledge that was perfect for serving those mud pies and in back there were the benches for the cans that we used as beds. Was ours yours or did my parents get one from the same source??
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