Arvid Paulson, 1937–2026
First Lutheran was full Saturday for Arvid Paulson’s service, and the sweet-corn stand on County 12 kept the schedule he would have kept — open at the usual hour, dark for two hours, and back at it by one, with the honor box where he left it.
By Marvella Tollefson, Editor & Chief Typesetter • Misquah • August 11, 2026
The corn was picked at six Saturday morning, as it has been on August Saturdays since 1966, and the stand on County 12 opened at the usual hour with Dale Paulson working the hayrack and his brother Kenneth carrying flats up from the truck. At eleven they hung a piece of cardboard on the post — BACK AT ONE — and drove into town in their good clothes for their father’s funeral.
First Lutheran was full. The Rev. Karl Lindholm, who has buried a good share of this town and married a fair number of it, kept the service to the length Arvid would have tolerated and said the thing everyone had been circling all week: that a man who sells sweet corn on the honor system for sixty summers is making a daily statement about his neighbors, and that the statement was, on the whole, borne out. Janet Ruud read from Ecclesiastes. The congregation sang “How Great Thou Art,” loudly, the way it does when it is trying to hold something up.
The grandchildren spoke briefly and mostly about the honor box — the coffee can with the slot cut in the lid, emptied each evening into a Folgers can in the kitchen, never once counted at the stand, and the source of the line the family has been hearing back from strangers all week: I know where everybody lives. Kenneth said his father meant it as a joke about half the time. Lunch followed in the basement, the Ladies’ Aid presiding, ham and buns and eleven varieties of bar, and the line for the guest book stayed long enough that Donna Skoglund quietly started a second one.
Read the full story →In Brief · Elsewhere in No. 32
Second Avenue. Sixty-one guesses sealed in an envelope; the canvas comes off Saturday at two, knot permitting. →
Thursday. The band plays the actual lawn at 7; 141 chairs pledged; the Perseids follow at eleven. →
City hall. Comment closes Tuesday the 18th at 4:30. The file bought a second drawer and half-filled it. →
The fairgrounds. Eight days out: the schedule, the record barn, and a new shady spot nobody will notice until Saturday. →
Big Pelican. Both juveniles fly daily now. Greta has opened a page at the back of the log titled LEAVING. →
Post 162. A four-run lead went the way they go. One home date left, Friday, for four seniors. →
“A gentleman does not read another man’s list. He does not need to.”
— M. Aakre, on the letters page, declining the notebook