HOW DO YOU DEFINE a small town?
For some, it’s a community to pass by or through en route to wherever.
For others, it’s an occasional destination to visit extended family.
But for some of us, it’s the place of our roots.
Randy and I both grew up on dairy and crop farms near small towns—him near Buckman in central Minnesota and me just outside Vesta in southwestern Minnesota. Those communities, once thriving with elementary schools and many businesses, are no longer hubs of local commerce or education. Much has changed since we each left our respective rural towns in 1974.
Yet, the core of our hometowns, with populations under 300 and 145 miles apart, remains unchanged. Community spirit and neighborliness and a certain connection to place remain particularly strong. Often, generations of families live within miles of each other. Churches center these towns, too, as do bars, both community gathering spots.
It’s not often now that either of us returns to our hometowns. The farms we grew up on are no longer in the family, a loss I feel deeply. I return only for funerals and the annual family reunion. Only occasionally do we divert to Buckman so we can visit the gravesites of Randy’s mom and brother, Brian.
We did just that this past fall after spending time at a family member’s guest lake cabin in the Brainerd Lakes area. Buckman lies some 40 miles to the south of Brainerd. We drove through Pierz, where Randy attended junior and senior high schools, on our way to his hometown.
Some seven miles later, we pulled off Minnesota State Highway 25, which slices through Buckman, and turned into St. Michael’s Cemetery. I always feel such a sense of sadness upon visiting my mother-in-law’s gravesite. She died way too young at age 59, just months before her grandson, our son, was born.
Tragedies, like those of the Dehler family, are written upon tombstones in this cemetery landmarked by a towering stone cross.
Across the street, Family Memorial Park—with a mini playground, picnic tables and gazebo—honors 36-year-old Suzette Dehler and her children, Gerald, 15, Christopher, 14, and Tammi, 8. They died in a car-train accident in July 1986.
On this autumn afternoon, we picnicked there, behind Sev’s Food & Liquor and across the street from the bus garage. A dog barked at the neighboring house, breaking the small town silence.
To the north, massive grain bins define this as an agricultural community.
And to the west, the steeple of St. Michael’s Catholic Church rises above Buckman. It’s a beautiful church, recently refurbished, and an integral part of this town. Randy worshiped here with classmates from St. Michael’s Parochial School and with his parents and siblings. He served as an altar boy, too. We mourned his mom here and a few years later he stood as best man when his dad remarried. I photographed the wedding.
On this day, I carried my camera inside again, this time to document the sanctuary. I feel like a foreigner inside Catholic churches, which are typically massive and ornate, so different from the simple Lutheran churches of my upbringing.
Check back as I take you inside St. Michael’s in a series of posts focusing solely on this church. The art inside will, I expect, impress you. And remind you that, even in the smallest of towns, treasures await our discovery.
Upcoming posts will also feature more photos from Buckman and several from neighboring Pierz.
© Copyright 2021 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
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Very nice article and photos! I grew up in Buckman just across the field from Randy. My husband and I were married in that Buckman church. I tipped back a few over the years at the local Buckman bars. Such great memories. I now work with your Brother Brad and we are friends. I met you years ago at your Dad’s wake. Such a small world we live in. My husband grew up in New Ulm and we read your article from a while ago on Annie Mary Twente. Her grave was already gone, but he remembers it there when he was in HS. Well done! Joan Quade
Joan, thank you. Yes, I certainly do remember you and your association with my youngest brother. It certainly is a small world.
Randy has told me many stories about good times in Buckman. It was a different time back in the day. I have more photos to share, so please check back. If you haven’t been inside St. Michael’s since it was restored, you will be amazed. It was stunning before, but even more so now. I was thankful when we found the doors unlocked and were able to explore. Randy pointed out, however, that plenty of security cameras were “watching.”
We had friends whose daughter and family farmed in Pierz. We’ve never been to see the town.
The famous Thielen’s Meat Market is based in Pierz. We just drove through the town. Next trip we will have to drive around.
We stopped in Buckman this summer after meeting my parents in Little Falls to drop the kids off, as they were all going to the lake together. Jason had never been to Buckman, so we spent lots of time at the cemetery, went into St. Michaels, and drove out to the old farm site. Of course, I have no memory of St. Michael’s before the renovations. We also stopped at Thielen’s in Pierz.
Another small town site: Selling sweet corn out of the back of the truck on the street in front of the church. Janson Sweet Corn is the some of the best we’ve ever had. They also have a site in Onamia which is conveniently in route to Cross Lake. We may have to pull a bag out of the freezer for dinner tonight.
-Jocelyn
I’m so glad you and Jason had this opportunity to tour St. Michael’s, spend time at the cemetery and drive past the former Helbling farm.
I remember the sweet corn truck parked in front of the church and have a photo some place in my archives, perhaps from the prior year. Enjoy your memories and corn this evening.
Small towns are a favorite of mine Thank you for taking me to Buckman!
You are welcome. I’ll take you back to Buckman for a few more pix once I finish my series on St. Michael’s.
What a cute little town with a beautiful church. How heartbreaking to loose an entire family in one accident
I know you understand the heartbreak, having lost your dear sister.
I remember White Farm Machinery. We had a dealer in Westbrook that sold White and Oliver. Always strange to me that White tractors were really silver in color. But at the time Case was white in color not to mention the “too sexy” Gleaner which were galvanized. It also looks like Walnut Grove and Buckner shopped at the same store for water towers.
Hope you are well. I plan to get out and shoot some photos this spring and summer.
It’s good to hear from you, Ryan. I look forward to seeing your photos. My brother Doug was a partsman at Klasse. Is that the dealer you are referencing?
Very nice article. My grandmother was a Janson from Buckman. She was born there in 1888. She used to tell us stories of when she was younger. Large family. My mom is 90 and talks of all the cousins she had. I would like to visit there sometime.
I’ll ask Randy if he knows the Janson name. I didn’t grow up in Buckman, so wouldn’t know. And, yes, most of the families are large given they are of the Catholic faith.
Thank you for your reply. Always fun to learn more about where families come from.
Randy is familiar with the Janson name. A family of all boys, as he recalls.
i have not yet been to Buckman but the church is on my bucket list. I recognize the Kletcher name from Vesta. I went to school in Lucan for eight years. I think my cousin’s daughter, Joan is married to a Kletcher from Vesta. I enjoyed your interesting story and pictures of Buckman. Thank you.
Sandra, St. Michael’s is a beautiful church. Joanne, your cousin’s daughter, is married to my youngest brother. Yes, a Kletscher from Vesta.
I am Kimberly Kay (Krawiecki) Harter, grew up in Buckman from 1969-1979.
St. Michael’s Church/School: I attended St Michael’s Catholic Parochial School, which was directly east of the St. Michael’s Catholic Church, directly north of the Cemetery. I attended 4th, 5th & 6th grade there, where they taught 1st through 6th grade. Part of our parochial education was going to St. Michael’s Catholic Church, across the street. If my memory serves me, I believe we went to church, Mass, 3 times a week . St. Michael’s grade school students put on a Christmas Pageant, complete with Mary, Joseph & baby Jesus in the manger & angel singing, Hark the Herald Angels Sing, Silent Night etc…. every year for family & friends to enjoy the true meaning of Christmas. Sometimes, we even went Christmas Caroling through the town. I am very thankful for my early Christian education there. The beautiful stained glass windows in St. Michael’s Church spoke volumes about what Christ Jesus, my Creator & Lord has done for me. The stations of the cross 3D formations are just as exquisite. They portray Christ’s road to Calvary & his choice to suffer, die & rise again to pay for my sin on the cross so I could have a way to heaven. I had the privilege of experiencing “the original” paintings on the ceiling & on the walls. It was gorgeous. The new paint job is great too. I thank God that my parents sent all six of his children there
Sev’s Liquor & Food: My Dad, Severin Henry Krawiecki owned Sev’s Liquor & Food & it has been in the family until this day. Dad bought Mueller’s Bar in Buckman in 1969. Mueller’s Bar & house, that was connected. was just north of the current building called “Sev’s Liquor & Food.” Shortly after buying it, a fire broke out destroying the bar section. Fortunately for us, we were at my grandparents (Joe & Rosie Krawiecki) in Ramey, MN, for a family get together at the time. Our house, which was connected to the bar, was saved. We continued living in it until Dad bought the house on the corner, next to the bar, on the corner of 93rd St. & Hwy 25. After the fire, my father built the building called Sev’s Liquor & Food just south of the old, burned down bar. In the 1970’s & 80’s, before internet & home movies, “Sev’s” was a hopping place. The place to be on a Friday or Saturday. He hired many live bands & hosted New Years Eve parties & made many specialty drinks for the holidays. He was famous for his “Tom & Jerry” eggnog drinks & his coleslaw. The priest even bought the wine for communion from dad & could often be seen, in the morning, for breakfast with the older men, of Buckman, sitting & enjoying a good old fashioned breakfast of eggs, toast, hashbrowns & sausage that my dad, Sev, enjoyed serving. Sev’s son still ownes the business to this day.
White Farm Equipment /Implement Store: My father, Sev, who passed away January of 2024, at Ninety and one half years old, also had acquired the implement store & used the building for storage & the corner lot for selling cars, trucks, boats, RV’s & more through the years. Dad knew many people in town & when they got ready to sell any real estate, he made them and offer, ultimately amassing quite a lot of real estate in Buckman. Did you know that the corner lot of the Implement Store used to be Killian Zenner’s Store until the early 1970’s? They sold stationary, sewing supplies, groceries, hardware & more. They also made the best sausage in the area.
Yellow House across from St Michaels Catholic Church: This used to be a convent, housing nuns who were teaching at St. Michael’s Catholic Parochial School.
Kimberly, first, I am sorry for the loss of your father in January. Secondly, thank you for the detailed info about my husband’s hometown. It sounds like your dad played an important part in the business community. And, yes, St. Michael’s is beautiful. Thank you for sharing memories of the church and school.