June 18, 1929 - October 16, 2025
Ottar Soren Andreasen of Richfield, Minnesota, passed away peacefully on October 16, 2025 at the age of 96.
Preceded in death by his wife, Dolores Jean Andreasen; parents, Reverend Jens Peder and Rasmine Andreasen; sisters and brothers-in-law, Carma (Don) Hansen and Ruth (Hjarne) Baadsgaard.
Survived by his children, Jean (Tim McNamara) Andreasen and Steven Andreasen; and many loving family members.
Ottar was born in Portal, North Dakota and grew up in Luck, Wisconsin. He attended Grand View College in Des Moines, Iowa, earning a two-year degree while being active in the college choir and other student organizations. A proud veteran of the Korean War, he was a corporal in the 72nd Tank Battalion, 2nd Infantry Division, serving in a tank retriever crew and as an aircraft mechanic. He married Dolores in 1956 and together they raised their family in Richfield. Ottar dedicated 35 years to Northwestern Bell/AT&T before his retirement. He was a member of St. Peder's Lutheran Church in Minneapolis for over 70 years, singing in the church choir and as an active member of Koinonia. An avid fisherman, Ottar treasured the many hours spent fishing with family and friends. Throughout his life, Ottar meticulously designed, planned, built, and fixed projects large and small. After Dolores's passing, he lived independently in the home he loved, supported by his family and neighbors, sharing his warmth, humor, curiosity, and joy with all.
Ottar will be interred at Fort Snelling National Cemetery in a private ceremony.
Memorials may be directed to The Minneapolis Heart Institute Foundation, the Alzheimer's Association, or St. Peder's Lutheran Church.
Celebration of Life
Friday, November 14, 2025
11:00 AM
Visitation 1-hr prior to service.
St. Peder's Lutheran Church
4600 E 42nd St.
Minneapolis, MN 55406
More than all my Uncles I loved my Uncle Ott the most. Uncle Ott always had time to talk about fishing, car projects or home projects and had a wealth of funny stories to share. When I built my first home in Savage I had a terrible time with the builder. Ott would stop by when I had to take time off to fix the builders screw ups. I never called him he would just show up ask how things were going, know what to do and help out. Ott and I would laugh about how bad a lot of the builders mistakes were. I don’t know what I would have done without him to mentor me through that mess.
Uncle Ott found ways to help our whole family through life’s ups and downs. He knew how badly WWII had scarred my father physically and mentally. Ott and Dad often had discussions about Dad’s war experiences. Ott called Mom all the time when my brother Paul was fighting in Vietnam many times right after they announced local war fatalities on the news every night.
Uncle Ott always knew what was going on in our lives and never hesitated to reach out and help out.
He had the most mischievous sense of humor and smile. Both could make me fall apart with laughter.
He was always fun to work with and fish with. He was a craftsman at heart taking great joy in the work of his hands.
Uncle Ott was a blessing to everybody he spent time with. I am thankful for every moment we spent together. I know he has been welcomed by a great host of people in Heaven who were blessed by his time with them. They are together in a joyful reunion.