Individual Details
Theodore Ulrich Krattley
(28 Sep 1889 - 11 Feb 1962)
HSO, 1 Mar 1962, p6
Ulrich Theodore Krattley, 72, McKinley, died suddenly at Cumberland Memorial hospital Feb. 11 from a coronary condition. Funeral services were Friday, Feb. 16, in Cumberland, the Rev. Arvid Morey officiating. Interment was in Lakeside cemetery.
He was born in Hudson, Sept. 28, 1889, the son of Mr. and Mrs. John Krattley. He farmed at New Richmond for 13 years before coming to Cumberland. On Sept. 13, 1933, he married Mae Olson and they farmed east of Cumberland until 14 years ago when they moved to a farm near Shell Lake. Two years ago they retired to their present home in McKinley. They had no children but Mr. Krattley is the step-father of Mrs. William Talbot of Cumberland.
He was a veteran of World War I, having been wounded in action in France, and was a member of the American Legion which will conduct graveside services.
He is survived by his wife; three brothers, George of Hudson, and Joseph and Gabian of Minneapolis.
A great grandson of Ted's, David Knutson of Ashland, recalls spending a lot of his childhood summers and weekends at Ted's farm in Shell Lake.
Thoughts of Ted Krattley
by David Knutson
I feel lucky. I knew Ted Krattley. When I was three years old, my mother went to St. Paul to a "special duty" nurse for my cousin. I was sent to say with Mae (Goggy) and Ted Krattley at their farm in Shell Lake. A bond formed that lasted until his death in 1962, and her death in 1963.
Ted was a small man--standing five feet six and one half inches tall. But, according to Goggy, he had "shoulders like a bull" (this is the result of a brawl at the Bawshaw Tavern). He had stringy gray hair, which he grudgingly let Goggy cut, from time-to-time, with a pair of hand-operated clippers, while he sat straddling a chair in the kitchen -- grimacing all the while!
Ted liked me -- according to him, more than any of the other great-grand children he'd been "blessed" with. When people commented on how chubby I was, Ted countered with: "It never hurt a young critter to have a little flesh on his bones." He bought me a fhannel shirt and bib overalls, gave me my own milk stool, and taught me how to milk a cow. He also insisted that I get right up and start again when the cow kicked me across the gutter and up against the wall! Ted taught me to drive a tractor -- sitting in his lap. He also helped me build barns and fences, out of clothes pin, on the living room floor in the evening.
Ted had Gurnsey cows, and let me name one -- I choose "Cinnamon." The cow became my pet, if one can have a "pet" cow. Ted would ignore it when I gave her extra feed, and would help me up on her so I could ride home when we went to get the cows from the pasture for milking -- he'd chuckle all the while!
Ted poured his coffee into his saucer to drink it, took a nap in "his" chair after lunch, and chewed "Rite Cut" tobacco. He once gave me a "chew," which I promptly swallowed -- it didn't stay down long! Ted taught me how to defend myself from the mean rooster, always crunched up his corn flakes before putting milk on then (a habit I quickly mimiced), and usually ate his dessert before the rest of the meal -- "That way if I die, I've got the best part eaten." I wasn't allowed to do that -- Goggy did have her say!
When Ted burped, Goggy would challenge with: "Ted, what do say!" Delighting me, and irritating her, Ted always responded with: "Nearly throwed up." I never dared try that one! In my mind, I can hear him muttering as he clanked around, starting a fire in the living room stove on a cold winter mornng. He always called to me (snuggled under a warm quilt in the bedroom, just off the living room): "Stay put 'tll it gets warm." I didn't always obey, of course, because I wanted to be with Ted, even if it meant being cold.
Ted loved to fish. He spent many hours on McKenzie Creek, either with Goggy, or with my father, fishing for trout. I know that a big reason they moved to McKinley after selling the farm, was so that Ted could have a boat on Grenquist Lake. The boat was only a three-seated, flat-bottomed, row-boat, but Ted's best times in McKinley were spent out on that lake. He'd take me with him sometimes, but I didn't have his patience. If the fish weren't biting here and now, I wanted to go to shore! Ted always obliged.
Ted also had another boat -- his "little red boat." It was a special boat, designed, I'm sure, for young children. While ordinary boats operated in the water, this boat went through the air -- faster than even airplanes or rockets (I don't think we had jets then!). Unfortunately, it seems the boat wasn't quite finished. Ted would always promise: "When I get my little red boat finished, I'llfly down to see you, and we'll go for a ride." I don't think I ever quite waiting for him to show up!
I'm sure Ted had no idea that anyone would remember this things almost forty years later. He just did them because that was who he was. But, I do feel lucky! I knew Ted Krattley!
Ulrich Theodore Krattley, 72, McKinley, died suddenly at Cumberland Memorial hospital Feb. 11 from a coronary condition. Funeral services were Friday, Feb. 16, in Cumberland, the Rev. Arvid Morey officiating. Interment was in Lakeside cemetery.
He was born in Hudson, Sept. 28, 1889, the son of Mr. and Mrs. John Krattley. He farmed at New Richmond for 13 years before coming to Cumberland. On Sept. 13, 1933, he married Mae Olson and they farmed east of Cumberland until 14 years ago when they moved to a farm near Shell Lake. Two years ago they retired to their present home in McKinley. They had no children but Mr. Krattley is the step-father of Mrs. William Talbot of Cumberland.
He was a veteran of World War I, having been wounded in action in France, and was a member of the American Legion which will conduct graveside services.
He is survived by his wife; three brothers, George of Hudson, and Joseph and Gabian of Minneapolis.
A great grandson of Ted's, David Knutson of Ashland, recalls spending a lot of his childhood summers and weekends at Ted's farm in Shell Lake.
Thoughts of Ted Krattley
by David Knutson
I feel lucky. I knew Ted Krattley. When I was three years old, my mother went to St. Paul to a "special duty" nurse for my cousin. I was sent to say with Mae (Goggy) and Ted Krattley at their farm in Shell Lake. A bond formed that lasted until his death in 1962, and her death in 1963.
Ted was a small man--standing five feet six and one half inches tall. But, according to Goggy, he had "shoulders like a bull" (this is the result of a brawl at the Bawshaw Tavern). He had stringy gray hair, which he grudgingly let Goggy cut, from time-to-time, with a pair of hand-operated clippers, while he sat straddling a chair in the kitchen -- grimacing all the while!
Ted liked me -- according to him, more than any of the other great-grand children he'd been "blessed" with. When people commented on how chubby I was, Ted countered with: "It never hurt a young critter to have a little flesh on his bones." He bought me a fhannel shirt and bib overalls, gave me my own milk stool, and taught me how to milk a cow. He also insisted that I get right up and start again when the cow kicked me across the gutter and up against the wall! Ted taught me to drive a tractor -- sitting in his lap. He also helped me build barns and fences, out of clothes pin, on the living room floor in the evening.
Ted had Gurnsey cows, and let me name one -- I choose "Cinnamon." The cow became my pet, if one can have a "pet" cow. Ted would ignore it when I gave her extra feed, and would help me up on her so I could ride home when we went to get the cows from the pasture for milking -- he'd chuckle all the while!
Ted poured his coffee into his saucer to drink it, took a nap in "his" chair after lunch, and chewed "Rite Cut" tobacco. He once gave me a "chew," which I promptly swallowed -- it didn't stay down long! Ted taught me how to defend myself from the mean rooster, always crunched up his corn flakes before putting milk on then (a habit I quickly mimiced), and usually ate his dessert before the rest of the meal -- "That way if I die, I've got the best part eaten." I wasn't allowed to do that -- Goggy did have her say!
When Ted burped, Goggy would challenge with: "Ted, what do say!" Delighting me, and irritating her, Ted always responded with: "Nearly throwed up." I never dared try that one! In my mind, I can hear him muttering as he clanked around, starting a fire in the living room stove on a cold winter mornng. He always called to me (snuggled under a warm quilt in the bedroom, just off the living room): "Stay put 'tll it gets warm." I didn't always obey, of course, because I wanted to be with Ted, even if it meant being cold.
Ted loved to fish. He spent many hours on McKenzie Creek, either with Goggy, or with my father, fishing for trout. I know that a big reason they moved to McKinley after selling the farm, was so that Ted could have a boat on Grenquist Lake. The boat was only a three-seated, flat-bottomed, row-boat, but Ted's best times in McKinley were spent out on that lake. He'd take me with him sometimes, but I didn't have his patience. If the fish weren't biting here and now, I wanted to go to shore! Ted always obliged.
Ted also had another boat -- his "little red boat." It was a special boat, designed, I'm sure, for young children. While ordinary boats operated in the water, this boat went through the air -- faster than even airplanes or rockets (I don't think we had jets then!). Unfortunately, it seems the boat wasn't quite finished. Ted would always promise: "When I get my little red boat finished, I'llfly down to see you, and we'll go for a ride." I don't think I ever quite waiting for him to show up!
I'm sure Ted had no idea that anyone would remember this things almost forty years later. He just did them because that was who he was. But, I do feel lucky! I knew Ted Krattley!
Events
| Birth | 28 Sep 1889 | Hudson, St.Croix, Wis. |  | ||
| Military | From 19 Sep 1917 to 7 Jun 1919 | Pvt 341 Inf Co D (86 Div), | | ||
| Marriage | 15 Sep 1933 | Mae Mary Wilson | | ||
| Death | 11 Feb 1962 | Cumberland, Wis. | | ||
| Burial | 16 Feb 1962 | Cumberland, Wis., Lakeside cemetery | |
Families
| Spouse | Mae Mary Wilson (1881 - 1963) |
| Father | John Nicolaus (Kratli) Krattley (1848 - 1910) |
| Mother | Margaretha Gartmann ( - 1932) |
| Sibling | John C. Krattley (1868 - ) |
| Sibling | Mary Krattley (1869 - 1886) |
| Sibling | August Christian "Chris" Krattley (1871 - 1939) |
| Sibling | Martina Krattley (1876 - 1947) |
| Sibling | William Krattley (1878 - 1947) |
| Sibling | Joseph Casper Krattley (1880 - 1891) |
| Sibling | George Krattley (1886 - ) |
| Sibling | Franklin Nicholas Kratley (1884 - 1948) |
| Sibling | Fabian Sabbastine Krattley (1886 - 1962) |
| Sibling | Mary Krattley (1887 - 1932) |
| Sibling | Joseph J. Krattley (1891 - 1965) |
Endnotes
1. Memorial, Ancestry.com. U.S., Headstone Applications for Military Veterans, 1925-1963, Ulrich T. Krattley.
2. Hudson Star-Observer, Hudson, Wis., Theodore Krattley, 1 Mar 1962, p6.
3. "," digital images, Ancestry.com ( : accessed ).
4. Memorial, Ancestry.com. U.S., Headstone Applications for Military Veterans, 1925-1963, Ulrich T. Krattley.
5. Hudson Star-Observer, Hudson, Wis., Theodore Krattley, 1 Mar 1962, p6.
6. Hudson Star-Observer, Hudson, Wis., Mae Krattley, 6 Jun 1963, p5.
7. Memorial, Ancestry.com. U.S., Headstone Applications for Military Veterans, 1925-1963, Ulrich T. Krattley.
8. Hudson Star-Observer, Hudson, Wis., Theodore Krattley, 1 Mar 1962, p6.
9. Memorial, Ancestry.com. U.S., Headstone Applications for Military Veterans, 1925-1963, Ulrich T. Krattley.
10. Hudson Star-Observer, Hudson, Wis., Theodore Krattley, 1 Mar 1962, p6.