Lindskoog Family Blog

Art told me about taking piano lessons at the local hotel (not sure which town they lived in at that point but not in Chicago — perhaps LaSalle) and having to practice and do his lessons in the main lobby.  Can you imagine a young boy having to take piano lessons in such a public place??  Also had stories about the rat terrier his dad had when he had the bakery in LaSalle(??) and all the rats the dog would catch trying to keep them out of the baking flour.  He also told me of a prank he and some other guys did.  I don’t remember if it was on Halloween or some other time.  But I think they decided to move an out house.  Unfortunately SOMEONE WAS IN THE OUT HOUSE when he/they decided to move it!!!  As usual, he ran fast and didn’t get caught.  And, he was staying with me about the time we first put man on the moon.  While he was pleased and intrigued with the idea of putting a man on the moon, he told me that he would miss believeing in the idea of the moon being made of green cheese and the man IN the moon.  I think he knew things would take off with fast changes after that event and he missed the old time ways.  And, I think Art’s first airplane ride was in his late 70’s.  He decided to fly to Atlanta to visit us.  And he was so proud of the fact that he’d grown a beard since we’d last seen him.  He was so tickled and happy to get off the plane with a beard and sunglasses on — just wondering if we’d recognize him!!!  I think Art was born during the year that the US had the last (official) Indian/Native American war (not sure which battle that might have been.  The main point is that he saw a lot of big changes happening in society and technology during his lifetime — something that we now take for granted.  He went from horse and buggy to men landing on the moon in his lifetime — that’s a lot of very big changes all the way around.

I will say that Art Lindskoog was a very important person in my life.  He made an impact on me — and I think over time I might made a smaller impact on him.  He was just such a wonderful father-in-law and then a dear, dear beloved friend after Jim and I divorced.  Art and I had a long history together.  We met when I was a teenager and our friendship continued to grow until he died when I was a full adult with children — don’t even want to count the number of years that he was a big part of my life.  But it was special all the way through.

Art was just one of those people who remains a constant in my life for all he contributed to my life.  He was a gem and more.  He was to me what a father-in-law should be — a second father to my own beloved father.  And Art remained so to me throughout his life.  He offered encouragement, disagreement, and thought and consideration about what I was doing in my own life.  And we often had great fun agruing about what was what!!!

I always found it interesting that because of the small but intense Swedish community around Clark Street — that Art knew a lot of the people that my Dad knew (way back when even before I was born).  My Dad was an immegrant from Sweden rather than someone born here.  Art and my Dad didn’t know one another before Jim and I met — but they knew a lot of people in common.  I think Art knew my god father, John Anderson, for a long time before I ever met Art.  And so the story goes on and on with the 6 degrees of seperation!!!  They just knew a lot of people in common and therefore when they finally met it was like an “old home’s day”.  It all ended up with an extended family that was quite close in so many ways and such fun.  We did always have fun together with Art and his family and my family — something to be treasured.

Not sure if you know that my “now” last name of Tresness is my mother’s Norwegian family name/maiden name)  that I took when I got divorced.  That makes a lot of confusion on some documents.  My surname when born was “Lugn” — it was a Swedish Army name given to those in the military back in Sweden.  It all makes for interesting and confusing ways of tracing family history from my side of the family — but fun in the boot.
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On another note — I have a photo of my father on the Queen Mary comiing into New York harbor in the 1920’s.  I’ve looked on the Ellis Island site several times and can find no entry for him into the states.  Makes me wonder how he came in about 1927 or such.  Obviosly I know he got here and then lived his life here.  I have his passport but can find no mention of him on the Ellis Island site.  Could there have been another way for him to have entered from the NY entry point???  What am I missing???

So much for so many questions that might forever remain unanswered.  but I love the search.

Hugs from cousin, Pat Tresness