March 2025 Newsletter

“Keep Learning”

A Visit with the Braatens

By Dale Dauten

We recently got a chance to sit down with yet another pair of Resort residents who grew up on farms: both Marge and Odell Braaten were farm kids. (By the way, that double-a in Braaten is Norwegian, and if you happen to speak some Norwegian, Odell will be happy to join in.) But not only did Odell grow up on a farm in Kindred, North Dakota, he added, “And in the Spring and Fall, I rode a horse to school.” The school was near the family farm and Odell recalled wistfully that his old horse, Blaze, would spend the school day in a pasture, but right at 3:30, when school let out, he would be found standing by the gate, ready to take Odell home.

 

Meanwhile, Marge was growing up in Climax, Minnesota, the oldest of six children, living on a family farm that grew wheat, barley and beets.

Both went to their local high schools and afterwards, Marge went off to a career working in medical facilities, first in Crookston, MN and eventually at Bethesda Hospital in Fargo. Odell stayed on the farm, working with his dad, but developing other interests: he became a livestock auctioneer, worked as a baseball umpire, and studied music.

 

Years later, it was the umpiring that brought Odell to Fargo. He had developed a reputation and was traveling for assignments in baseball and in fast-pitch softball. It was one evening during a fast-pitch softball tournament in Fargo that he stopped at a place called The Bowler. Odell recalled that night: “I was chatting with this girl from Germany, and I saw Marge talking to some friends. The German noticed me noticing Marge and said, ‘Why don’t you go talk to that gal — you’re not listening to anything I say.’ I did. And we ended up talking half the night.”

 

By that time in their lives, both had been previously married, so neither was in any hurry. Even so, when they went on a first date, dinner at a Ramada, and Marge found herself thinking, “It was like I’d known him forever.” As for Odell, despite having vowed to himself to remain single, he recalled, “She got up after supper to go to the ladies’ room. As she walked off, I thought, ‘She’s the one.’ Just like that, ‘She’s the one.’”

 

And while the two figured out their relationship, eventually marrying in 1992, Odell was also figuring out his career. The Braatens had sold the family farm but like a farmer planting several crops, Odell was splitting his time, working as an auctioneer, umpire, insurance agent and musician. And while he succeeded at all of them, it was the music that came to dominate, with Odell falling in love with the accordion. (That’s Odell in the photo, from one of the articles written about him.)

His talent was recognized by Don Welk, a relative of Lawrence Welk, who became a mentor and who, among other things, convinced him to wear a tuxedo to perform. Odell also recalled the time when Welk was offering some advice that caused Odell to object, saying “I’m not a first grader.” Welk replied, “Yes you are. You need to be a first grader and stay a first grader and keep learning.”
Odell kept learning. While he’d been part of group called the Odell Braaten Band, the technology of music advanced to where Odell could add a module called a “midi” that would allow him to replicate on his accordion other instruments just by stepping on a foot pedal. Soon he had a midi that sounded like a guitar, then a trumpet, sax, organ and so on until, as he put it, “I had 12 pedals around me and I’d think, ‘I hope I hit the right one.’” Soon he was able to rebrand the band as Odell and Marge Braaten. Although Odell worked alone on stage, Marge was there to partner on logistics, to work the crowd, and to provide feedback to Odell.
The two put the work ethic from their youth into action, keeping up a daunting schedule of travel and performing, at one point being on the road 160 nights a year. But even when they weren’t traveling, they were often doing several shows a week. They still had one of their old handouts from when they’d let people coming to a show where else they would be and if you zoom in you can see how they were everywhere in the East Valley.

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