A Brief Biography
Pauline Anderson (Kroshus) was
born in Highlandville Iowa on July 10, 1862. Her parents were John
Anderson Kroshus (1823-1879) and Caroline (Kari) Pedersdtr (c.1824-1907).
She married Alexander Grover on
November 20, 1884 at Concordia Church in Moland township, Clay County, Minnesota.
They had two children, Clarence and Elmer.
taught for many years at the Grover School.
During WWI she served as chairwoman of the Buffalo River
Chapter of the Red Cross. She was active in community
and church organizations throughout her life.
Pauline had a full head of
magnificent white hair by the time she was 40 years old. Her descendants
have been delighted to receive this genetic inheritance, although most are
equally delighted if the 'gift' appears a little later in life!
died on December 20, 1941 in Clay County and is buried in Concordia Cemetery.
From "The Brua" Newsletter for the Hadeland Lag of America
August 2007 page 11
Pauline was a woman way ahead of her time: intelligent,
independent and headstrong. Teaching was Pauline’s passion, and she was
delighted when her husband took a year-round job working for a logging
company in northern Minnesota. Logging camps were no place for a
lady! It wasn’t considered proper for a married woman to continue as a
teacher, but with her husband gone Pauline played the “woman alone with two
children to support” card (despite having income from her husband’s farm
his hefty salary from the logging company) and made her way back into the
classroom. During his five year
absence, she and her children lived with her husband’s parents.
Pauline was exempt from household
chores and could focus all of her attention on her students and the books
she loved to read.
did wag, of course, both because of the marital separation and her job
outside the home. It didn’t stop when Alex returned from the north, but
luckily gossip never bothered Pauline.
She was a night owl who thought nothing of washing a floor by
lamplight at midnight (“How could she see the dirt at that hour?”) and then
sleeping until 7 AM (“Practically noon, and she forces her husband to get
his own and the poor children’s breakfasts!”).
would set a time of departure, but he soon learned that once outside the
classroom, time, to Pauline, was relative. His sons loved to tell the story of how
their dad would load them in the buggy and study his pocket watch until it
was time to go. Alex would give the reins a snap and begin a slow meander
down the driveway. Pauline would
race from the house, petticoats flying and shoes untied, and leap into the
moving vehicle. She finished with her buttons, her shoes and her hair en
route to wherever they were going.
Their parents might have a pleasant conversation in the buggy, but
the subject of her tardiness, and his solution for it, was never discussed.
In the 1910’s, her son brought her to southern
to visit her family there. A
bi-plane landed in a nearby field and all the neighbors gathered for an
impromptu air show. Pauline had
plenty of questions for the aviator, and he offered her a ride – a dicey
business in those early years.
It took the combined will of half a dozen relatives to keep the 55+ year old
Pauline out of the passenger seat.
In her 70’s, she would sigh when a plane flew overhead and say one of
her great regrets was missing her one chance to “loop-de-loop.”
Mable had a wonderful story to tell. One of Pauline's students went on to receive advanced degrees
and a noteworthy reputation in engineering.
He paid her the ultimate compliment, when, upon receiving an honorary
doctorate in Chicago, he allowed that everything he needed to know about
basic mathematics he learned in a one room country school in Minnesota from
his brilliant teacher, Pauline.