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Here, gathered in our beloved South Dakota, are a few members of our Williamson / Mattson Clan. Charles and Luella are to be blamed (be kind, they didn't know what they were doing). We're generally a happy bunch and somewhat intelligent (notwithstanding our tenous grasp on reality). I'm also proud to say that most of us still have our teeth.

Monday, October 15, 2012

And Just When you Thought It Was Safe To Return - MORE MATTSON PHOTOS!

From the Fortress of Solitude
Pleasant Grove

Hello All,
Just in time for Camille's wedding this weekend.  Just when you thought it was safe to return to the blog, I zing you with MORE MATTSON PHOTOS!  Yes folks,  I discovered a few more photos from Aunt Bev's photo album I had to include in our family history.  Time to sit back and enjoy,

Simply,
Victor


Aunt Bev

Grandpa Walter Mattson.  Grandma Violet Pierce Mattson
Taken Shortly Before Grandpa's death


 John Mattson
Missionary Photo
John and Bev


John and Bev, as the years pass.


  
Joseph and Jake Mattson


Camille and Angie Mattson


The Mattson Men
John with sons Kirk, Joe and Jake


The Mattson Women
Bev with Daughters Gina, Angie Camille and Candace.









 Camille, Jake and Joe
Black Hills  1983

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John and Violet Mattson and the Dennis Grave in Hot Springs.  1983

Kirk and Jake on the old Mattson Ranch in Eastern Montana.  1983

 And now, a series of photos of Ma and Pa Mattson of Brodus Montana and their offspring
 in their Goin to Town finest.  This photo was takin right after Sunday Meetin.




The family gathered outside the saloon to have their photo took.  Ma Mattson wanted the photo took
at the photo salon by the Methodist Church but the boys wouldn't oblige, bein' neck deep in cards an drink you see.  Besides, daughters Angie and Camille (front left end) weren't  neighborly with most of the town's women folk.  Seeins how they knew most of their husbands......
Ma Mattson finally got 'em to settle down for their photo.

"Ma, its a hot as a whorehouse on nickle night," Kirk complained while pulling on his scarf.

"Kirk Mattson, don't you put a spoke in the wheel.  I ain't gonna have my photo took on a lick and a promise, no suree.  You boys ain't gonna beat the devil around the stump all afternoon.  We gonna get this done by hook or by crook.  Am I clear on that?"  Ma Mattson shouted while waving a pistol haphazardly in the air.  "Now Fetch those whiskey crates, set yerselfs down and let's getter done." 

"Yes ma'am," Pa Mattson replied as he cut the swell and struck a pose.   


Finally, the Mattson Boys with a friend sittin Simon pure for their photo to be took.  Shortly after the photo they robbed the Bank of Missoula.
Kirk is the leader of the gang. He's so mean he'd steal a fly from a blind spider.  They say he'd make an ordinary fight look like a prayer meetin.  The last man to tangle with him got beat up so bad there wasn't enough of him left to snore.

Behind Kirk is Jacob.  You know him by his teeth.  They are so crooked he could eat corn on the cob through a picket fence.

Beside Kirk is Joe.  Looks ain't Joe's strong suite.  They say he's so ugly he looks like the hindquarters of bad luck.
"His face looks like a dime's worth of dog food," one woman said who saw him recently.

The last boy in the photo is new to the gang.  I don't right recall his name but I remember what they say 'bout him.  He couldn't teach a hen to cluck.  He didn't have nothin under his hat but hair.

Keep an eye out for the Mattson Gang.  Specially if you have a bank in yer town heavy in coin.

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