FAUST family

These were my parents:

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ID: I00588 Name: Willard Anthony Faust. Sex: M. Birth: 6 JUL 1915 in Dimock, Hutchinson Co., South Dakota. Death: 17 AUG 1992 in Crow Wing Co., Minnesota. Event: Death Certificate 1992-MN-020072. Burial: 1992 .Note:

To All My Children; WAF Life History:

I was born July 6, 1915. I have lived through 5 wars and a few minor skirmishes. At no time during my life was the world at peace. Many of our family have been in service of one kind or another. The odd part, sad to say, is that so much war centered around religion. When all people believe in one God, tis so sad. Of course, you do have atheists. I was born in Dimock, South Dakota. At age 3 we moved to Bathgate, North Dakota where my dad had a lumber yard and farm machinery business. 1920 and 21 years of no rain and farmers could not pay their debts. Dad went broke and we moved to Minneapolis. I went to Ascension grade school for 8 years, Jordan Jr. High one year, then, 3 years to North High, and graduated in 1933. I was about a B student. At North, I got interested in writing and as you know, I have maintained this interest. I'm sure that my words are mediocre, but I enjoy doing so. For 2 years after high school (times were really tough,) a great job paid about $1.00 per hour. Of course, bread was 5 cents per loaf. Not having all the luxuries of today, we did not miss them, although we knew that we were very poor. My dad had a penchant for not making money and mom worked 7 years at Ascension school as a second grade lay teacher. She had been a teacher before marriage. I worked one year in Crookston for Uncle Cass, (Mother's brother,) 6 AM to 6 PM in a filling station for $1.00 per day plus board and room. At 10, I went back to Minneapolis, and had several jobs, clerked in a novelty shop, a clothing store and worked in a filling station at 50 cents per hour. I also spent one year working in a drug store, clerking, running errands and at the soda fountain. A friend of mine got me a job with King Midas Flour Mills, in the feed division, for $80 per month to start. In 1936, I started out at the mill as mill-right's helper. After a while I became warehouse foreman at $1.00 per hour. I worked at the mill for 8 years. I was in the National Guard and met a man who was with Anchor Casualty Company. There was a job opening there for a safety engineer and I got the job. I worked there for 4 years. My brother George was offered a distributorship with Grain Belt Beer in Des Moines, Iowa. We had often talked about some day going into business together and he asked me if I would go with him. We both sold our homes in Minneapolis and used that money to buy trucks and get started in business. After a few years George was offered the job of General Sales Manager of Hamm's Brewing Co. so he moved back to Minneapolis. I stayed on in Des Moines for a total of 8 years and lost $25,000.00. It was a tough market for anything but a national brand. I got a call from the brewery asking if I would like to move to Brainerd, Minnesota. In 1938 I me HER. Don't know what she ever saw in me, but I married the only girl I ever loved 2 years later, August 24, 1940. Guess I don't have to tell you what a fortunate guy I was. Her family, step dad, mom, Hans and Bill are all so wonderful. The Good Lord smiled a very broad smile on me. I joined the National Guard in 1933 and stayed in until was came. My eye kept me from Federal service so I joined the State Guard in 1940. I was in the Medics, made Medical Administrator and was promoted from second to first Lieutenant. My brother joined the Navy, spent some time in Jacksonville, Florida and learned to fly. He was shot down 2 times over Okinawa and luckily survived. He was a full commander and wound up as ship's executive officer after injuries ended his combat flying. He was All-American in 1938 from Minnesota, playing fullback, and played 2 years with the Chicago Cardinals and with the Air Force in Florida. His son, Paul was Captain of the Minnesota team 20 years later. I proposed to Mom in a 1927 Whippet coupe with a rumble seat. (That's a car- -or was.) George was using my car, a 1936 Plymouth, because he had a special date. Our big tragedy, of course, was Carol's accident. What a fighter she is. Mom and I spent 6 weeks in a motel in Modesto, California. I don't know how Punky ever lived. Guess she's the toughest Faust of all. The beer business succeeded and I retired at age 62 in 1976. Mom and I have really enjoyed life and are so pleased with our family and the girls our sons married. They are all tops. We have grandchildren to be so proud of - - so what more can I ask? With mom to lead the way we should all succeed. God gave his greatest smile when he gave her to me. She's the only girl I ever loved and always shall. All of you participated in the good fortune and guidance. They rarely come like her. You mother has made this a great world in which to live. Her family is much like ours, close and loving. Her dad spent 65 years in the greenhouse business and Bill all his life. He is much like his dad. All you kids are doing so well, my heart swells with pride. I pray that none of our grandchildren ever have to go to war. I joined the Knights of Columbus in 1934 and for the past 30 years I have been a 4th degree knight. I was the Faithful Navigator some time ago. My faith in God, family, country and nature knows no bounds and I give so many thanks for my life, our kids and the love of my life, my beloved Mary. She has been the catalyst for our family and I charge all of you to ensure her happiness. She's the best woman on earth. Our lives have kept us busy, but I guess our high school diplomas were good ones. There is no substitute for work. With my background, I'm lucky not to be shoveling concrete. But with mom behind me, how can I fail? I love God, family, country and nature. These make life worth the effort. I'm glad we've given you kids and yours, a lake and boats to use. It's been a joy. We got our first lake place in 1958. Incidentally, mom took her rod and reel along on our honeymoon at Big Sandy Lake. I don't remember if she fished or not. I rather guess she did. My life is now drawing to a close and I don't have even one regret. Love, Dad

Book Thank You: To all of you who contributed to "Poetry, Prose and Dreams" (This book is a collection of the writings of Willard Faust, saved over the years by his wife, Mary.)

Please accept my deepest heartfelt thanks and appreciation for the honor you have bestowed upon me. Today I received my first look at the book and can't get over its beauty and professional appearance. Both front and back covers using the portraits of mom and I were such an inspiring touch. The make-up of the front cover, its color and the unmistakable personal touches were especially good and make the book a joy to behold. As I thumbed through the pages, I could not but be amazed at the wonderful illustrations made by all of you. They show, not only talented hands, but do much to set off the meaning of the written words. They only go to make the book a product of the whole family. The synopsis of my life and its effect upon my children brings an almost sinful pride to my heart. I want all of you to know that I shall forever treasure, not merely the book, but the loving and caring efforts each of you put forth in its creation. I consider the wonderful thing you have done to be a much greater honor than the book's contents could ever be. It is a confirmation of the closeness and love that pervades all of our family. To me, this is the essence of my life and leaves me with a great feeling of contentment and satisfaction of my time spent upon this earth. In short, I am filled with peace and happiness for this show of love and caring. I pray that each of you may, in time, experience this feeling of satisfaction. I write much for my own feelings and dreams, not for recognition as a writer of any repute. If anyone who reads this book finds a few moments of enjoyment of if any of its contents can bring a smile, so be it. I do know that the book will probably remain somewhere within our family for many years. This, in itself, is particularly gratifying in that perhaps it will remind you of me. Think only of the good things I have accomplished and forgive me for transgressions or things I failed to do as a father and friend. Know only of my love for each of you and your return of that love in the production of a permanent record of my dreams. I also hope that the book will help to engrave in your minds the blessings accorded to you from God, for the great lady with whom I have spent so much of my life. From her presence has come the family love we all enjoy. Without her, there would be no book. God bless every one of you All my love, Dad

50th. Anniversary Thank You:

I want to thank all of you for sharing your love for us. We love you all so much and wanted all of you. Thanks to all of you for a wonderful 50th Anniversary. I was so glad that I was able to make it. Today's America is so different from 50 years ago. America grew strong from hard work, love of God and country and most of all tolerance. The latter is disappearing now and I fear for my beloved America. All of you must realize that no one is perfect. He went to heaven about 2000 years ago. If you don't realize that most of us have imperfections, your love will fail. Don't make mountains out of molehills. Never go to sleep at night without saying "I love you" and your lives will be like mine, so perfect. Our children and grandchildren have made us so happy. All of this came because of the gift I gave to you, your mother. It is my prayer that as I reach the end of my stay on planet earth, peace will be found and love for fellow man can surface and tolerance can be perfected. Even though we have our problems, America is still the greatest country on earth. Let your hearts leap when you see our flag and love each other. Find forgiveness for shortcomings and you will find happiness if things get tough. As my time comes, I wonder and give thanks to God for Mary. I love all of you, especially her. May God smile on you and don't forget there is a God to go to. I hope I have not failed her or you. You kids did such a great job on my book. I'm very proud of it. As my time expires and this life draws to a close, I have no regrets --- none. God bless all of you, Love, Dad


Willard A. Faust was born in Dimock, South Dakota in 1915. His father was a farm boy turned businessman who owned the local lumber yard, his mother, a former school teacher. Will's dad, George, was a big, athletic, outgoing man who told stories with energy and charm, and who would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. Caroline his wife was a quiet, reserved homebody who minded the children and the home and often seemed a bit embarrassed by George's great stories. George sold the lumber yard in Dimock in 1918 and moved to Bathgate, North Dakota where he expanded into the farm implement business...just in time to see the great droughts of the early 1920's. As the top soil turned to dust and the dry wind blew across the plains, George lost his business and the desperate family moved to Minneapolis, Minnesota. Caroline returned to teaching, George turned to sign painting and carpentry and the two boys, Will and his younger brother George, did whatever they could to earn a few cents. The great depression followed and it was great teacher. Will learned the importance of hard work and the value of the a well-earned dollar. It taught him what it was like to sacrifice and the joy of the simple things that make a family strong. Throughout the early years Will was a sensitive observer of the world around him. Even in grade school he began to write about what he saw and what he felt. In high school, urged on by a very special teacher, he polished his skills and the symmetrical pearls of poetic verse began to flow ever more freely from his pen. In the years to come, the experiences that moved his heart and touched his soul found their way in to words and onto paper. The beauty he saw in nature, the deep love for his wife and life partner, Mary, as well as his love for his country, his church, his God and his family - all made their way into his poems and short stories. In some years he was working too hard to write, but till in quiet moments and important moving times he would take pen in hand and the words would flow again. Willard A. Faust has been a sportsman, a successful business owner, a firm yet caring father and a loving husband. To all that he has done, he has brought the honesty, loyalty, caring, gentleness and emotion that is revealed in his poetry. He is our father, our teacher, our coach and we too see a little more, care a little deeper and drive a bit harder because of him.

Gerry, John, Carol, Carl, Dan

Father: George Joseph Faust b: 4 MAR 1885

Mother: Carolina Nachbar b: 27 JAN 1889 in St Lawrence Twp, Scott Co., Minnesota. Marriage 1 Deceased Busch, Children 5