Clara Marie Haser…I took care of myself and didn’t run around a lot
By Eva Hallam Solberg
Published in the PCN
After living sixty-five years in
rural
Her father was born in
While delivering meat to his customers, John Palm often saw the pretty girl with black hair almost down to her heels. She came to know his fondness for certain foods, and met him one day as he came to the house with meat, with her apron full of raw-fried potatoes. Taking off her apron, she handed it to John, potatoes and all. Clara smiled as she recalled the oft-repeated story, “He knew I was a good cook.”