I never met my great-grandfather Otto Anderson. I have a photo of he and my great grandmother Mary standing in their farm garden. It was probably taken in the early 1930’s near Zahl, North Dakota. This photo shows a short stature man, wiry, heavily mustached, weathered and wrinkled. He stands in bib-overalls, the attire for a farmer and an occasional carpenter.
Fast forward to 2018. Sitting in a corner of my living room is a small white bench that was constructed by him.