Florence was born March 11, 1918, in Leval Township, Nelson County, North Dakota, the daughther of Stuart B. and Olga (Hatlestad) Clute.[1] She was reared and educated in Hamar, ND, and graduated from Hamar High School in May 1935. She moved to Valley City and attended college there for one year.
She married Olger Myhre August 3, 1937 at Crookston, MN.[2] They moved to Tolna, Warwick, Grand Forks, Pembina and then to Minot in 1952, where they continued to reside. Dr. Myhre was active in the community and Florence spent many years supporting her husband in his activities.. She spent most of her time raising their children and supporting them in their various activities. In 1954, Florence was certified as a Ground Observer for the United States Air Force. She could tell you exactly what type of aircraft was flying over just be the shadow it cast on the ground. Beginning in 1962, the couple spent summers at their lake cabin at Lake Sakakawea. Dr. Myhre died on July 4, 1993, in Minot.
She was a member of First Lutheran Church, the Faculty Wives Club at MSU, the Hobby Club, Order of the Eastern Star, a den mother for the Cub scouts and was also an MUS Beaver Hockey Mom. Florence loved to play piano and spent many hours playing it.
Florence died 9 December 1999 in Minot, North Dakota at the age of 82.[3]
Note: Significant portions of the biography are quoted verbatim from Florence's funeral program biography.
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"Dear Grandma Florence:"
"On my way to visit you at the hospital on Wednesday night, I told myself I was not missing the opportunity to tell you how much I loved you and how much you have become every god part that I am. That moment did come. I will never forget it, and I will never forget you, Grandma."
"Although my sisters and brother lived so far from you, the once-a-year visits to your little hellow house on the corner of 15th Street have never been forgotten. You always greeted us at the door, and behind you we'd see the kitchen all spread with food prepared for us. It must have been difficult keeping Grandpa Sugar out of there while you were awaiting our arrival. He loved your cooking! You, your counter and four orange stools were open 24 hours for Fruit Loops, rot beer floats, the candy jar by the phone and loving conversation."
"I remember the nights all tucked in and waiting for your story about the princess, frog, and the golden ball. You used no book, but we created pictures in the dark with your words."
"You made trips to Piggly Wiggly seem like Disneyland. Your piano against the wall was magical to us. We wanted to play like you, but our dad always found our musical creations too disturbing. But not you, I remember the first piano book you bought me and all the times you let me make Sweet Pea howl with my playing."
"I was so thankful to have lived with you for some time while I was going through college and a new job Your tea parties with my own children were moments never to be forgotten. Lying on your couch with you in the recliner beside me was wonderful therapy."
"Thank you for helping me to see the world and its people in a beautiful way. I realize now you were a gift to me and that all your strength, patience, compassion, and joy were meant to be passed onto my children and grandchildren. And I realize from you what really matters in life."