Dennis D. Lindberg, age 84, of Princeton passed away June 12, 2024 at Fairview Northland Medical Center. A memorial service will be held at 2:30 pm on Tuesday, July 9th at Guardian Angels Care Center Chapel in Elk River, 400 Evans Ave NW with a visiting time a half hour prior.
Dennis Dale Lindberg was born September 16, 1939 in Isanti, Minnesota to Burton and Willette Vivian (Findell) Lindberg. He graduated from Cambridge High School in 1958. Dennis played football for the Bluejackets and he enjoyed playing softball until he was 55 years old. He also served in the Army Reserves for 6 years. On December 2, 1960 Dennis married Phyllis Myers in Storm Lake, Iowa. They made their home in Cambridge and then lived in several places until settling in Princeton to raise their family. They have lived in Princeton since 1980. Dennis worked as a trucker and earned an award for one million mile safe driving. He plowed snow for Baldwin Township. He also served on the Forada and Princeton Fire Departments. Dennis was an avid outdoorsman and he loved hunting, fishing, archery and traveling.
He will be lovingly remembered by his wife of 63 years, Phyllis; sons, Richard (Lottie) Lindberg, Ronald (Kathy) Lindberg, Wayne Lindberg, and Tony (Jodi) Lindberg; foster-son, Kevin (Carla) Kroll; sister, Carol Olson; sisters-in-law, Evenna and Marilyn; 10 grandchildren, 8 great-grandchildren, 1 great-great-grandson; and by many other relatives and friends. Besides his parents he was preceded in death by two brothers, Alver Lindberg and Loren Lindberg.
He also loved to dance, his friends called Dennis “crazy legs” . I will miss his coffee!
We send our love to the family. Ronald and Bonnie Brunson
Dennis always had a minute to stop and shoot the breeze when we would bump into each other while both out on earns. Such a kind hearted man. Willing to give the shirt off his back if someone needed help. He will be greatly missed. My prayers go to his family.
The year Dennis came out to Colorado to go elk hunting with me all the other hunters in our camp had headed back to civilization leaving Dennis and I to hunt the last couple of days by ourselves.
Early in the morning I awoke to sounds coming from the lean to we used as our kitchen, when I heard the Dutch oven being knocked over I knew it wasn’t a mouse. Whatever it was had gone when I turned on my flashlight and looked out.
After the sun came up we looked around with the help of Tim Jackson who was camping nearby and saw where a bear had come into the “kitchen “.
Definitely a memorable trip.
I will greatly miss running into Dennis around the neighborhood while on his walks, or trips to the mailbox. He left the impression of being a solid fellow. I always enjoyed hearing the goings-on, and stories about the old days.