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A-1.I-1.II-7. Descendants of Bernard Justus Quanstrom

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Bernard Justus and Helga Quanstrom
Bernard Justus and Helga Quanstrom

Bernard, Helga, and James Quanstrom in 1954
Bernard, Helga, and James Quanstrom in 1954

Augusta, Lillian, and Helga with their mother, Augusta
Lillian, Helga, and Augusta, with their mother, Augusta, seated.

James Allen, June Irene, and Gerald Bernard Quanstrom
James Allen, June Irene, and Gerald Bernard Quanstrom

A-1.I-1.II-7. Bernard Justus Quanstrom was born 21 Feb. 1891 near Chicago, Illinois, Cook County, USA. On 03 Nov. 1914 (some sources say 1915) in Galesburg, Illinois, he married Helga Dorothy Lundholm (sister of Lillian and Augusta, who married John Edward and Albin Wesley, respectively). She was born 25 Jan. 1898 in Altona, Illinois to John Lenard Lundholm and Augusta Peterson (formerly John Lenard Anderson born 09 Sep. 1860 – the surname was changed when the couple came to the U.S. from Sweden). Her parents were born in Svinhult Parish, Ostergotland Province, Sweden. Helga died 30 May 1968 and Bernard 20 Sep. 1971 in Altona, Illinois, USA. They are buried in Altona, Illinois. Their children are:

 

A-1.I-1.II-7.III-1. Gerald Bernard Quanstrom
          married Gladys Ingrid Youngstrom
born 11 Mar 1916 died 16 Aug 1988 in Galva, Illinois, USA
A-1.I-1.II-7.III-2. June Irene Quanstrom
          married George Christo Nickas
born 7 Feb. 1929
A-1.I-1.II-7.III-3. James Allen Quanstrom
          married Pamela Lou Porter
born 5 Jan. 1932

 

This poem was written by Bernard on December 11, 1968, the year of Helga's death.

Thoughts At Christmas

The Lord laid a blanket of snow around our home.
That was the place where Mom and I roamed.
All is dark, no tree or lights,
No carolers singing Silent Night.

I and Mom used to have a tree and colored lights
And sit in the dark, calm and quiet,
Waiting for the carolers to sing Silent Night.
That was the time Mom and I cherished.
We pray to the Lord those times will not perish.

The Lord took her home; It was His will.
Now she's on the other side of yonder hill.
I feel that my Lord, who is my guide,
Will soon take me and lay me by her side.

Then we will be with the Lord up on high.
We will greet all the friends and relatives
And never say goodbye.
So give your soul up to Him before it's too late.
Other work can be done at a later date.