There is something about a large family that is special--and for a long time now it has been our privilege to share in this unique experience.

The climax came over the weekend with the golden wedding anniversary of Mr. and Mrs. Melvin Lange of Baraboo.

Being parents of 10 children is an impressive achievement in its own right, but to have them all living, all married, all in good health and all out of jail is quite a tribute to the guidance of any mother and father.

Our association with the family comes solely through marriage, but both before and after reciting our nuptial vows we had no trouble finding a warm spot in our heart for the Langes and their clan.

Wedding bells came quite naturally, and we were accused of joining this menu of sauerkraut because the six brothers of German heritage were our youthful and fishing companions and the father had taught us how to use a fly rod long before we knew he had a daughter. This kinship has continued, with the little Woman's mixed blessings. Our mutual interest in the outdoors has been a bond which could not break easily.

With the father, and the Lange sons, we have built and enjoyed together a cottage deep in Wisconsin's north woods--a story which has become somewhat of a legend with those who know of the beverages and rustic language built into the walls of Woodtick Lodge.

As for Lillian, our mother-in-law, she wept with happiness as her children gathered around her in Behnke's Restaurant at Rock Springs Sunday, and others cried with her.

She's not one of those mother-in-laws you read about. She has never meddled, or been sarcastic, or been overbearing, or any of the things they are supposed to be. Instead, she has always been quiet, helpful, understanding and selfless.

Memories of good times are often lost, but many were recalled in laughter and tears by Mel and Lil who raised their 10 on the sandy foothills of the Hogsback near Reedsburg back when farming was really tough.

You could almost see Lange bringing his new bride from Peshtigo by train and hiking over the snow-capped hills for seven miles to the homestead.

Now, 50 years were gone, and all the loved ones were together to make a unified overture of appreciation for having been loved and lead through youth to maturity.

Having originated as only one of two brothers, we often wonder if we didn't miss a great deal in our own childhood by not having more Lindgrens romping around the house. Perhaps the real appreciation of life comes when there is more cold than covers for the bed.

Since this was not the case, however, being a part of the Lange family was the next best thing to being there. It has been good for us. We hope it hasn't been too hard on them.

Written by Larry Lindgren, son-in-law.
Taken from the Baraboo News Republic of January 8, 1969.