Monthly Archives: July 2013
Unsung Hero – The Glider Pilot
Black Thursday, Richard Spellerberg
Forgotten North Dakota Hero
North Dakota Rancher,Cowboy Poet and Author, Rodney Nelson, had an uncle named Orin Olson (his mothers brother). Rodney never knew this uncle as he was killed in action during World War II in 1944 and Rod wasn’t born tell several years later. Orin Olson was raised on a farm near New Rockford ND, was married and had a daughter that was born while he was overseas, he never got to see his little girl. Continue reading
Rodney Nelson, Veterans Day Tribute
I had suggested to Rod Nelson that he write about his Uncle Orin Olson for Veterans Day, 2007.
This is the piece written by Rodney Nelson (ND Rancher, Cowboy Poet) for his biweekly column in the Farm Ranch Guide, Nov. 8th 2007. Continue reading
Noble Peterson Story byJeri Lynn Bakken for the Lemmon South Dakota Leader – March 19, 2002
Written by Jeri Lynn Bakken for the Lemmon South Dakota Leader – March 19,2002
Noble Peterson grew up near New England, North Dakota and attended Dickinson State College.
In 1936 Noble and a friend were working on a ranch in Montana when they road to Spokane, WA behind the coal car of a passenger train. Continue reading
North Dakota League of Cities, CITY SCAN, by Cathryn Spryncznatyk, November 2004
Remembering our nation’s veterans isn’t something that just happens on
Veteran’s Day for Scott Nelson. It is something the farmer/rancher from
Solen does continually through his paintings and depictions of WWII.
For Nelson the inspiration came from a desire to paint a North Dakota
flyer and a realization about North Dakota’s aging veteran population.
“I was always kind of interested in WWII aircraft,” Nelson said. “About 5
years ago I realized that these veterans were getting older and the
stories were going to be gone.” Continue reading
Bismarck Tribune March 7,2002 by Virginia Grantier
A Mandan man, in his early 20s,woke up one long-ago spring day, and got
into his airplane, like always, and accepted, like always, that he would
probably die that day. Continue reading
Bismarck Tribune, October 12, 2003 By Tony Spilde
The young American pilot, a farm boy from North Dakota, stared into the big black hole at the end of the German soldier’s rifle and lost himself in it.
“For you,” the guard said in his native language, pointing his weapon between George Ott’s eyes,”the war is over.” Continue reading
