Local Stories by David Hanson of Gheen

David & Gwen live near the Gheen Corners. They are the parents of five children.

David taught school in Cook for many years, he has constructed many rock fireplaces. 




submitted July 8, 2017

I remember when the "Boys", were building the locker plant in Cook right after the
war.  Grandpa Hanson had built a little house up behind the Coop gas station on the
highway near Hills and Harkkonen's.  Grandpa was a bartender at the pool hall on
main street and later was Doc Heim's gardener.

And down on the bridge by the lumberyard were a bunch of kids catching crabs.  A
piece of meat the size of a marble was lowered on a string and slowly lifted.  The
crab doesn't want to let go and can be lifted up if a kid is careful.  We knew they
were crayfish but every kid I knew called them crabs.

I would waste many hours in the summertime fishing chubs in Willow River near home.
Those kids in Greaney fished for Northerns and Walleyes at Samuelson's Rapids on the
Littlefork River and the kids all the way from East Littlefork to Silverdale fished
along the river.  Kids fished the Sturgeon and Bear Rivers, too.  Rice River is part
of the Littlefork flowage also.

When I first came to Cook, Don Fultz was the game warden and he jokingly told me one
time, "There's more chicken wire in Littlefork River than in the rest of the state."

So much for fish traps.  Some tried to conceal them by placing the wire underwater.
Most could be spotted by a low flying airplane and there were a lot of suckers
caught besides the Northerns and Walleyes.  A few Sturgeon were snared on the rocks
on Littlefork, too.



submitted June 23, 2017

There was a time when old men gathered and sat on the benches in front of the
general store.  Too old to work hard, but still had the memories to share with
others who were willing to listen.  There were no nursing homes to warehouse those
who's memories had faded, or who had lost interest in everything.  Things have
changed and people have retired young enough now to get a few good years to travel
and fish and play before real old age sets in.  Our horizons may have broadened
beyond the life on the farm or in the woods, but we still seek somewhere to gather
where we don't have to rush off.

We drop in occasionally at the local cafe to get a meal, but more often, it's to get
a cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll if they don't have caramel rolls.  There, in our
own element, we can take time to visit with people we know and get a smile from some
waitress.  We joke and people watch as people come and go.  No, it's not the kooky
people at Walmart.  It's the tourists and locals who sit next to each other.  They
take a break from a long trip to and from the lake, or a long road trip, and we, to
remissness.  Each heart of a small town is a little different, but each makes us
feel better coming out than when we went in.


Past Stories From David Hanson