History

The history of Roseglen goes back to the turn of the 20th century, when Patrick and Mike Glennon came from Iowa to squat in a verdant coulee, years before the first homesteaders were admitted to the area.

Taken largely from the Golden Jubilee 1917-1967 publication, the history of Roseglen is incomplete; the stories of many of its early pioneers are missing or abbreviated due to a lack of documented information. The committee that prepared the Golden Jubilee publication did a remarkable job of putting together a fascinating history of the Roseglen, North Dakota community, but they acknowledged, at the time of publication, that there may be errors or omissions. Nevertheless, the text that was produced through their efforts far surpasses that of many communities a hundred times the size of Roseglen. They are to be commended.

This history is largely borrowed from the Golden Jubilee text, but will be supplemented or corrected through the efforts of those who might send information to me. As a web edition, content may be added or corrected at any time.

I Remember When

I remember
    When we found it quite a problem to keep the fire alight.
    We kindled it at morning, and banked it for the night.
    We carried coal and kindling in; we carried ashes out.
    Yes, the fire was quite a problem. Of that there is no doubt.
    But things are very different now, for time has changed all that.
    To build a fire now, all we do, is set the thermostat.

I remember
    When on wash-day we were up before the sun.
    When everything took second place until the wash was done.
    We had no running water; we had no electric power.
    What then took almost half a day, is now done in an hour.
    Don't think that I exaggerate, or try to be dramatic,
    But Monday's just like Tuesday since our washer's automatic.

I remember
    When a ten or twelve mile journey took almost an entire day.
    We had no automobile, nor concrete-paved highway.
    The roads were rough and narrow, the  horses slow but sure.
    And there were many other hardships which a traveler must endure.
    But now there is no limit to the distance we can go.
    Why, we often drive a hundred miles to see the latest show.

I wonder
    Now as I look back on how I toiled and slaved
    What has become, in recent years, all the time I've saved?

-- Helen Lemmon (Golden Jubilee 1917-1967 Roseglen, North Dakota)