Obituary
Doris Eleanor Knutson, 93
September 12, 1932 — June 11, 2026. Schoolteacher, church organist, and the last word on the spelling of every name in this county.

MISQUAH — Doris Eleanor Knutson, 93, of Misquah, died peacefully on Wednesday, June 11, 2026, at the Lakeview care home in Pinedale, with her family near.
Born September 12, 1932, on a farm in Birch Lake Township to Alfred and Esther (Lindgren) Moe, Doris attended a one-room school she would later, in a turn she found very funny, return to teach in. She taught third and fourth grade in the Misquah schools for thirty-eight years, and there is hardly a soul in this county under the age of seventy who did not, at some point, learn from her where the apostrophe goes.
Her classroom ran on routines a generation can still recite: the Friday spelldown, the reading corner with the good chair you had to earn, the rule that a name — any name, every name — was worth spelling correctly the first time. Superintendent Dale Brandt, who sat in her fourth grade in 1978, said, “She is the reason I double-check the graduation program every single year. You could feel her looking over your shoulder. You still can.”
She married Raymond Knutson in 1954 — no close relation to the tavern Knutsons, a point both Raymonds enjoyed keeping straight. Ray preceded her in death in 2009. For fifty-one years she was First Lutheran’s faithful substitute organist — the bench itself belonged to Lorraine Vekved, but on the Sundays Lorraine was away the tempo belonged to Doris, who played every hymn slightly faster than the congregation strictly wished to sing it, on the stated theory that “we’d all like to get to lunch.” The two women kept the arrangement, and the joke, for half a century.
Doris was the unofficial and undisputed authority on the spelling of local family names, a role she took seriously and exercised freely, including, on more than one occasion, in the pages of this newspaper, whose editor she once corrected by postcard and was, it must be said, right.
The postcards deserve their own paragraph. They came in a small upright hand, in green ink, usually within three days of the offending issue, and they were never once wrong. This newspaper kept them — there is a shoebox in the back room holding forty years of them — and the editor, who was corrected by Doris in print, in private, and once, memorably, in the receiving line at a funeral, said this week that “every paper should be so lucky. She was our conscience on the matter of names, and names, in a town like this, are most of the news.”
She is survived by two daughters, Susan (Mark) Hagen of Misquah and Janet Moe of Duluth; five grandchildren; eight great-grandchildren; and several generations of former students who still, to this day, double-check their apostrophes.
Services will be held Saturday, June 20, at 11 a.m. at First Lutheran Church, with burial in the church cemetery and a lunch to follow in the basement. Memorials are preferred to the Misquah school library and to the First Lutheran organ fund, which she would want spent on tuning.
