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The house and farm building site are located on 223 acres of land in Shenandoah County. The farm has a very diverse topography, including crop and hay land, pasture, forests and three major streams. The house and barn on the property are architecturally unique. The nine-room two and one-half story house (c. 1790, 1840 & 1858) is a combination of Greek revival and Italianate designs with early and late Victorian period overtones. The barn (c. 1880) is a Swiss-German style bank barn with five bents, two thrashing floors, a hay loft and a grain storage area.

Four generations of Funkhousers owned the farm for 136 years – from 1833 to 1970. The Funkhousers were among the earliest European settlers arriving in the lower Shenandoah Valley with the first, Johannes Funkhouser and his wife, Mary, arriving in about 1740. During May 1-24, 1862, Union General Nathaniel Banks used the house as his headquarters until General Stonewall Jackson’s advance forced him to retreat to Winchester and then to Williamsport.

—David J. Garms

This 160 acre farm located 1.25 miles west of Renville was farmed by the families of Peter B. Olson, Fred I. Olson, and Fred H. Olson. None of the original buildings remain. A new home and garage was erected in 1968, and the site is now owned by Chad Bryan who grew up one mile north of here. The land is still owned and operated by the children of Fred H. Olson (Paul Olson, William Olson, and Julie Bonnema


This picture brings back a lot of memories as I was raised here in the 1950's. Grandma and Grandpa built a new house behind the big house up the hill in 1949. We moved in 1951 to take over the farm. I did all the milking morning and night for years. In the picture I can still see the path worn up the hill to Grandma's where I took a gallon of milk each evening. Grandpa would bring the pail down each morning and put it in the milkhouse. I was so glad to get this picture since the big house burned in 1979. Things are so different now than they were then.
At that time all our close neighbors were relatives. Most are all passed on and the farms have been sold.

—John Brown

We just received our old aerial photos, love them both!!! We were surprised at how fast we got them! We will definately tell others about the website. Plan on hanging them today, one on each side of this years aerial photo I purchased for my husband for Christmas. My inlaws built our house in 1972, so they were still living in the house in the 1982 photo, and we purchased the home from them in 1989, so we were living here in the 1991 photo. We have enjoyed seeing the differences from old photos to this years photo. My husband is very excited for his parents to return from Arizona, where they are wintering, so he can show them all three of the photos! I think your website and purchasing process was very easy, (once I got highspeed internet). Thank you so much, keep up the good work!

—John and Sherri

This photo is a gift for my mother. This is where she grew up. As Paul and I were searching through all the photographs of the surrounding area, my childhood was coming back to me. Driving through the hills and valleys to get to Grandma's house with mom & dad. Then all of a sudden, " THERE IT WAS ". I got chills when I saw it. I was remembering all of the times I spent the night in that house, and playing around the farm with the other kids. Grandma would always get up very early to do the chores, and when she got us up, there would be the best home cooked breakfast you could ever eat. The flapjacks, the homemade bread, the sausage and bacon that came from the hog they butchered, and the real butter that grandma churned herself. I really miss those times in my life, but I will always have the memories. Thanks to Paul and Vintage Aerial, I can look at this photo for years to come and enjoy all the great memories that go along with it. Thanks again Paul for all of your time and patience.

—Donald Hutchinson

When I saw this photo of my Dad on his tractor in 1968 I had to have it. I was only 5 years old at the time but remember clearly being at the farm. Now I have a picture on my wall that brings back those happy times. Thanks for the heirloom.


Great photo. Currently the 4th and 5th generation are living in the ranch home at the front of the picture.
The 3rd generation to work the farm grew up in the old house to the right.


Eva Jane Hultman built this house on the Hultman home place in 1976.

—Rick Hultman

This is the Johnny Hultman home place and it will be a century farm in 2012. I grew up here, milked cows here for 27 years and am currently a Media Specialist at Hinckley/Finlayson High School. I still have beef, run the ground and rent some additional acreage.

—Rick Hultman

This is the Royalton Memorial Cemetery which is located five miles east of Braham MN. I have lived on the farm that surrounds this cemetery for sixty years and will relate the cemetery's history, to the best of my knowledge, with some short stories related to this church that has been handed down through my family.
My Grandfather, Johnny Hultman, and my Great Uncle, Charlie Hultman bought the surrounding farm in 1913. In about 1914 they gave 1.5 acres from this land for the purpose of starting a church and cemetery. My Great-Great Grandfather, who lived across the road from the church, gave $50 to help start the congregation and my Great-Great Grandmother was very upset that he gave that much money away. The church was called the Methodist Free church and it was a dual parish with Rock Creek which is located about five miles to the north east.
Some of the people who were members or were active in the cemetery work during the early years were Nels Hultman, Johnny and Selina Hultman, Alias Carlson, John and Ethel Nelson, George and Lucille Nelson, Uno Nelson, Victor and Viola Hultman, Arvid and Mildred Carlson, Adolph Mattson, the Studt and Walberg families.

The church was active until the early 1940's and then it dismanded. Today the church is still on the property and looks very similar to this picture taken in the 1980's. Each year on Memorial Day weekend and service is held in the church. Families and friends of people who are buried in the cemetery come back for a short service with potluck lunch served after the service. The service is dedicated to the miltary men and women buried there and it is also a time for the people to reconnect and remember loved ones that they have buried in the cemetery.

Some of my personal memories related to the church is the fact that the road running by the Church usually did not drift with snow as bad as other ones leading to our farm, so I remember driving by the church in many snow storms on the way home, if we made it to the church we could always make it home.

In the spring many of the country roads would be impassible because of mud, but the church road would hold up because the milk can trucks did not travel on it so the school bus would come to the end of the church road and many of the kids walked to the end of the road and got on the bus.

My two Uncles, Gordie and Kenny, were hired in the 1930's to go and start the fire in the church on Sunday mornings before services. One morning, they decided to "relieve" themselves on the stove and then fire it, don't ask me why. When the people arrived they were alarmed at the distinct odor in the church urine in the church. My uncles were marched home and sparing the rod was not in the equation. The church has hosted many weddings, funerals and other events since services were halted.
My uncle Gordie went into the army in 1943 and they held a going away party for him in the church. My Grandmothers funeral was held there in 1967 on a frigid day with no heat in the church.

I drove my daughter, Nichole, down from our farm in a horse drawn carriage to the church in 1997 for her wedding.
Stories of young men and ladies stopping at "The Church" to get better aquainted, have been told, but of course that might be a myth.

To the people of the Clint community the church has always played an important role in our lives and I hope it keeps going for future generations.

—Rick Hultman