M.G. Gullixson. Image courtesy Lake Minnetonka Historical Society / Wayako.
M.G. Gullixson probably would not have described himself as a man behind the town. That would have been too much.
But there he was.
At the Minnetonka Herald office on Lake Street. At the Masons smorgasbord. Around the schools. Around the athletic fields. Around young people who needed a job, a little encouragement, or a push toward college.
Gullixson’s community life extended well beyond the Herald office. He was a member of the Wayzata Masonic Lodge and the Shrine, the Wayzata Lions Club, the Wayzata Chamber of Commerce, and the Minnesota Editorial Association.
He was woven into the life of Wayzata itself.
Image courtesy of the Wayzata Masons / Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
Before Wayzata had websites, email newsletters, city updates, Facebook groups, polished branding, or the constant hum of social media, it had the Minnetonka Herald. And for much of the Herald’s defining era, M.G. Gullixson helped give that paper life.
The Herald was where the town saw itself. City business, school news, local sports, church suppers, military service, weddings, births, dinner parties, business openings, and the names of people who mattered because they lived here — all of it found its way into print.
That kind of newspaper did more than report the news.
It held the town together.
The Town Learned About Itself There
Gullixson came from the old local newspaper tradition, when a publisher’s work reached well beyond the printed page.
Image courtesy of Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
The Minnetonka Herald carried the daily life of Wayzata in a way that is hard to fully appreciate now. Schools, churches, clubs, merchants, athletes, lake families, public officials, veterans, and neighbors all found their way into its columns.
The town learned about itself there.
Births, weddings, deaths, games, business openings, church suppers, council debates, school news, service members, local characters, and small victories were all preserved in print. Week by week, the Herald gave shape to community life.
Editorial courtesy of the Wayzata Sun / Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
Gullixson seemed to understand the value of that work. A local paper could inform people, but it could also encourage them, challenge them, recognize them, and remind them that their lives were part of something larger.
For three decades, that was the Herald’s place in Wayzata.
And Gullixson helped make it so.
From the Classroom to The Foursome to the Herald
Gullixson came to Wayzata in 1929 after teaching in Maple Lake and New York Mills and earning a degree from the University of Minnesota.
Courtesy of the Minnetonka Herald / Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
In Wayzata, he taught mathematics at the high school and later served as principal. He became part of a group of four schoolmen that included Michael Vukas, Joseph O’Connell, and Einar Ryden. They taught together, played golf together, and eventually went into business together.
In 1935, the group opened The Foursome, a men’s clothing store, after noticing that Wayzata had no proper place to buy a tie.
A year later, Gullixson, Vukas, and O’Connell bought the Minnetonka Herald from Palmer Holman. They also purchased a subscription list from Abe Brazman, publisher of the Minnetonka Pilot.
Their first issues came out of a room behind the Wayzata Theater. The paper started small, with the new owners barely clearing the subscription requirement needed to get going.
Wayzata Theater. Image courtesy Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
From there, Gullixson’s life in Wayzata widened. The teacher became a publisher. The classroom gave way to the newsroom. And the town he had joined in 1929 became the town he would help chronicle for the next three decades.
Week by Week, the Town in Print
The Herald carried the everyday life of Wayzata and the North Shore.
City hall was there. So were the schools, the teams, the churches, the clubs, the merchants, and the families whose names filled the social columns week after week.
Image courtesy Minnetonka Herald / Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
The paper recorded births, weddings, deaths, military service, college students home for the holidays, dinner parties, church suppers, school programs, business openings, lake-area visitors, vacation notes, and neighborhood news from communities beyond Wayzata.
It is easy to smile at some of that now. A dinner party. A student home from college. A family returning from a trip. A church group serving lunch.
But that was the town.
The Herald treated ordinary community life as worthy of record. It gave attention to the things people actually talked about in grocery stores, school hallways, church basements, barbershops, and along Lake Street.
Over time, those small notices became something larger. They became the shared memory of the North Shore.
For Wayzata, the Herald was a kind of common table. Everyone did not sit at it every week, but everyone knew it was there. And when the town had something to say, celebrate, mourn, argue over, or remember, the Herald was often where it landed.
A Clear View of What Wayzata Ought to Be
Gullixson had a clear view of what Wayzata ought to be.
His editorials could be conservative, precise, civic-minded, and blunt. He cared about the appearance of the town, the conduct of local government, the strength of the schools, the health of the business district, and the way Wayzata presented itself along Lake Street.
He took positions.
Image courtesy MN Sun / Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
He opposed the city getting into the liquor business, believing private licenses could help support stronger lakefront dining and a better commercial district. He criticized the “pumpkin tooth” look of Lake Street, where buildings were broken up by parking lots. He wanted storefronts facing the street and parking moved away from the front door.
Those were practical arguments, but they also showed a deeper instinct. Gullixson understood that the form of a town matters. Buildings, sidewalks, parking, restaurants, shops, schools, churches, and clubs all helped shape how people experienced Wayzata.
His paper also reflected an old-school belief in work, discipline, character, and service. He championed high school sports. He followed local students. He gave attention to service members and veterans. He supported young people with praise, jobs, responsibility, and help toward college.
Taken together, his positions formed a kind of civic worldview. Wayzata should look good. It should govern itself sensibly. It should support local enterprise. It should honor its schools, churches, volunteers, athletes, and service members. And it should remember the people who made the town work.
Long before “placemaking” became a planning term, Gullixson was already writing about the relationship between a town, its lake, its businesses, and its public life.
The Teacher Who Never Stopped Teaching
Gullixson’s roots in Wayzata began in the schools.
He taught mathematics at Wayzata High School and later served as principal. He also coached wrestling, and the habits of a schoolman stayed with him long after he moved into the newspaper business.
That showed up in the Herald.
The 1959 Wayzata Boys Basketball Team. Image courtesy The Minnetonka Herald / Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
High school sports mattered to Gullixson. Games, teams, athletes, coaches, and school activities were part of the public life of the town, and he gave them space. In a smaller Wayzata, a student’s name in the paper meant something. A photo, a box score, a short item about a school program or athletic achievement — those were not minor things to the families who clipped them out and saved them.
His support for young people went beyond coverage.
Long before formal teen job programs became common, Gullixson gave students work in the Herald backshop after school and on Sundays. It was practical help. They learned responsibility, earned money, and in many cases used those jobs to help pay their way toward college.
That may be one of the clearest windows into who Gullixson was. He believed in young people enough to put them to work. He gave them a place in the paper, a place in the town, and sometimes a path to something larger.
The same impulse carried on after his death through scholarships, youth projects, and the local places that continued to bear his name. The teacher had become a publisher, but he never really stopped being a teacher.
The Publisher Who Kept Giving
Gullixson’s influence did not end with the newspaper.
The Wayzata Masons remembered him in a homespun way, with a memorial smorgasbord at Wayzata Junior High. It was fitting. Gullixson had organized the first Masons smorgasbord years earlier and helped turn it into a community event.
That seems to have been his way.
He did much for Wayzata without making much noise about it. Those who remembered him described a man who cared deeply about the town and the people in it. He was quiet, precise, conservative in his convictions, and deeply involved in the ordinary work of community life.
His help for young people may have been the clearest example. Gullixson gave students jobs in the Herald backshop after school and on Sundays, helping them earn money for college. Over the years, that practical help reached dozens of students from Wayzata and Orono.
Courtesy the Minnetonka Herald / Wayzata Motor Co. / Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
He also made sure that work would continue after his death. His will established an annual scholarship fund as part of the M.G. Gullixson Trust. The trust later supported local projects, including a major gift to Wayzata ice hockey.
M.G. Gullixson donated $40,000 to the #284 Wayzata Youth Hockey Association to build the ice arena at what is now known as Central Middle School. Advertisement courtesy Vintage Minnesota Hockey.
His name remained visible in town as well. The baseball field near the school administration building also carries the M.G. Gullixson name.
M.G. Gullixson Baseball Field at Gleason Lake Elementary. Image Dan Gustafson.
For a man who spent so much of his life putting other people’s names in print, there is something fitting about that. His own name stayed attached to the places where young people gathered, played, learned, and began making their way.
From Back Room to Lake Street Institution
The Herald grew with the town.
When Gullixson, Vukas and O’Connell took over, the paper was operating from a single room behind the Wayzata Theater. That room served as both office and shop. The subscription list barely met the legal minimum needed to publish.
Three years later, the partners needed more space. In 1939, they built a new Herald building on Lake Street, across from what later became Olson’s Bakery. By 1951, business had grown enough that an addition more than doubled the size of the building.
Image courtesy The Minnetonka Herald / Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
The paper was no longer just a small weekly trying to survive the Depression. It had become part of the machinery of the lake area. The Herald made money from the newspaper and from publication printing. It added space for offices, shop work, paper stock, and even a street-side area for school and office supplies.
The reach widened, too. The Deephaven Argus had been started in 1939 to serve Deephaven, Groveland, Tonkawood, Croft and Cottagewood. In 1950, the Minnetonka Pilot was purchased from Abe Brazman, bringing the number of papers to three. A few years later, a new building was constructed in Mound to serve the expanding Pilot.
By 1965, the three papers had a combined circulation of about 10,000.
That year, Herald Publications — the Minnetonka Herald, the Minnetonka Pilot and the Deephaven Argus — was sold to Northland Communications, Inc., headed by Carroll E. Crawford. Gullixson remained with the Herald in an advisory role as editor emeritus. Vukas also continued his community work, taking a position with Wayzata State Bank.
The Herald had started as a teacher-led, owner-operated newspaper rooted in downtown Wayzata. After the sale, it became part of a larger newspaper operation that would eventually move toward the Sun name. The local paper that Gullixson helped build had grown strong enough to be absorbed into something bigger.
What the Herald Remembered
Some of that world is gone now.
The old Herald era was personal. It was intensely local. It was rooted in downtown Wayzata, in a building on Lake Street, with people walking in and out, bringing news, buying ads, asking questions, dropping off notices, or checking to see what made the paper that week.
The staff knew the town because they lived in it. They knew the families, the coaches, the merchants, the church ladies, the students, the council members, the veterans, the characters, and the people who quietly did the work.
That kind of newspaper is hard to recreate.
But the values behind it still matter.
Names matter. Accuracy matters. Showing up matters. Remembering matters. Small items matter. A student’s achievement, a local business opening, a church dinner, a council vote, a team photo, a neighbor’s service, a familiar face lost — those are the things that become a town’s memory.
Gullixson’s Herald understood that.
It treated Wayzata as a place worthy of careful attention. That may be the lesson that remains. A community does not remember itself automatically. Someone has to keep the record.
Wayzata Did
Walk down Lake Street today and the old newspaper world is not easy to see.
The presses are gone. The backshop is gone. The boys who came in after school to work for college money are grown old now, if they are still with us. The town has changed, as towns do.
But the places still carry echoes.
Image courtesy the Minnetonka Herald / Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
There was the Herald office on Lake Street, where Wayzata passed through in notices, advertisements, arguments, photographs, and names. There was the Masons smorgasbord, where Gullixson’s quiet community work was remembered over a meal. There was the ballfield near the school administration building that carried his name, a fitting marker for a man who believed young people deserved attention, discipline, opportunity, and encouragement.
Gullixson spent much of his life helping Wayzata see itself in print.
Image courtesy Minnetonka Herald / Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
He recorded the town, prodded it, praised it, corrected it, and gave ordinary lives a place in the public record. He was a teacher, merchant, publisher, Mason, benefactor, and, in his own plain way, a builder of community.
Not every town gets someone like that.
Wayzata did.
Editor’s note: Many thanks to the Minnetonka Herald and the Lake Minnetonka Historical Society for the information on M.G. Gullixson.
Image by Larry Baier, published with permission of retired Officer Jim Wilson.
EDITOR’S NOTE: This story in Wayzata.com is unlike any we have published before. The loss of Officer James W. Anderson, killed in the line of duty on August 31, 1982, marks one of the darkest days in our community’s history.
We approach this coverage with care and humility. Our intent is not only to recount what happened, but to honor Anderson’s life of service and reflect the grief, respect, and unity that continue to shape Wayzata.
A note of sensitivity: Some of the content includes descriptions of violence that may be difficult to read. Out of respect for Sgt. Anderson’s family, colleagues, and community, many photographs and descriptions — particularly the most graphic — have not been published.
The images presented here were provided by retired Officer Jim Wilson from his personal archive. They are the work of photographer Larry Baier, who volunteered countless hours capturing heroic images of public safety personnel. Other photographs he took that day ran in both the Star Tribune and the Wayzata Weekly News at the time.
Every word and image here is offered as a collective remembrance — a way for Wayzata to pause, reflect, and carry forward Sgt. Anderson’s legacy of service. This work has been prepared with the oversight and guidance of retired Officer Jim Wilson, and was submitted prior to publication to current Chief of Police Jamie Baker to ensure accuracy, integrity, and respect.
Jim Wilson and I recently met for lunch at the Muni, the kind of place where the servers know your name. Wilson ordered a cup of chili. I went with the BLT and a Diet Coke. At first, it was small talk — the kind of easy back-and-forth that helps two people find their footing.
But when the conversation turned to August 31, 1982, Jim’s face changed. His voice dropped, and there was a pause before he finally said: “That was J.W.’s birthday. He wasn’t even supposed to be working that day.”
Wilson remembers finishing a shift on the dog watch — “from eleven p.m. to seven a.m., overnight,” as he put it. His wife, Gayle, shook him awake to the thrum of helicopters and a surge of sirens pouring into town. Wilson phoned Hennepin County dispatch and was told Sgt. Anderson had been shot.
Even four decades later, the words were burned into him.
Wilson set his spoon down, eyes fixed on something that wasn’t in front of him. “You never forget,” he said.
As he spoke, the weight of it filled the space between us. The loss hadn’t only scarred a department or a town; it had changed him. Sitting in that booth, chili and sandwich cooling on the table, the story of that day returned — raw, halting, and still unbearably close.
As he talked about the events of that day, Wilson turned the thick pages of a photo scrapbook he’s carried for decades, the plastic sleeves cloudy with age, the photographs inside still sharp. Each image is a fragment of a day he cannot forget.
“I didn’t believe it at first,” he recalled. “You don’t expect to hear that in Wayzata. But it was J.W., and I knew I had to get there.”
Sheriff Don Omodt hands a weapon to an officer. Image by Larry Baier, published with permission of retired Officer Jim Wilson.
When he arrived, the whole town seemed to be in motion. Squad cars from neighboring towns were screaming toward Wayzata. The UPI wire reported that officers converged on the Wayzata Post Office, rifles drawn, as stunned residents looked on. For Wilson, it wasn’t an image on paper; it was the scene in front of him.
The Star Tribune called it “a mid-morning eruption of violence in a quiet lakeside community.” The Wayzata Weekly News told readers that “residents gathered silently on the sidewalks, some weeping, others praying.”
“It shook the whole town,” he said. “You could feel it.”
Image by Larry Baier, published with permission of retired Officer Jim Wilson.
There are numerous accounts of that day — three crime scenes unfolding in rapid succession, more than 200 law enforcement officers converging from across the metro, SWAT teams, the FBI, the Hennepin County Sheriff’s Department, and squads from Minnetonka, Orono, and St. Louis Park. Helicopters circled overhead as downtown Wayzata was locked down, the air heavy with confusion and fear.
“I still see it,” Wilson stated over lunch. “More than forty years later, I still see it.”
The Sergeant & the Town
In 1982, Sgt. James W. Anderson was a senior man on the Wayzata Police Department. To most, he was simply “J.W.” At 36, he carried the calm authority of someone both respected and relied upon. Away from the uniform, he was on the edge of a new beginning — soon to be divorced, recently engaged to Eunice Swanson, the Bridgeman’s manager across the street, and helping raise her daughter, Tammi, alongside his own three boys. Colleagues remembered him as an even hand — the kind of officer who could steady a scene without force or theatrics.
Anderson, a veteran officer, followed Chief Dave Brehm from the Minnetonka Police Department, where Brehm had been deputy chief and Anderson a patrolman. When Brehm took the helm in Wayzata, he soon named Anderson the city’s first sergeant — a new rank in a department of just seven officers.
Wayzata’s force was small, covering a town of roughly 3,000. The office was tucked inside the municipal building downtown, a short walk from the post office, the hardware store, and the handful of restaurants on Lake Street. The roster was lean but close-knit — men who traded shifts, saw one another at church, and often grabbed coffee together after patrol.
Among the younger officers around the department were Jim Wilson, who worked the overnight “dog watch,” and Greg Rye, then serving as a community service officer and part-time reserve. Both would later describe Anderson as a mentor and a steadying force — someone they could lean on when the work pressed in too hard. In many ways, he bridged the gap between the city’s seasoned veterans and those just finding their footing.
Wayzata in those years was a lakeside town proud of its quiet reputation. The Wayzata Weekly News brimmed with block party notices, high school football previews, and Chamber of Commerce updates. Violent crime was something that happened in Minneapolis or St. Paul, not here. Most days, the police calls were routine: bar fights, shoplifting, the occasional domestic dispute.
For Anderson, policing was more than enforcement. He believed in presence, in knowing people by name, in being part of the community he served. He was the department’s first line of stability — both for residents and for the younger officers who looked to him.
Sheriff Don Omodt (left) speaks. Image by Larry Baier, published with permission of retired Officer Jim Wilson.
The Star Tribune would later note that his killing was the first time a Wayzata officer had died in the line of duty. But in late August 1982, that idea felt unimaginable. On the last morning of that summer, the town was in its ordinary rhythm: children heading back to school, merchants opening their doors, boats cutting across Lake Minnetonka.
And on that morning, though it was his 36th birthday and he wasn’t scheduled to work, Sgt. James W. Anderson reported for duty.
The Birthday Shift
Wilson remembered finishing the overnight “dog watch” and giving Anderson a ride in for the day shift. J.W. wasn’t even scheduled to work — he was filling in for an officer on honeymoon. As Wilson dropped him off, he wished him a happy 36th birthday. Anderson laughed, and Wilson told him he’d see him again at three, when he doubled back for the evening watch.
The Apartment
At 10:43 a.m., Hennepin County dispatch put out the call: a domestic disturbance at 930 Rice Street.
It sounded routine — the kind of family call Anderson had handled countless times before. In Wayzata, most police work meant noise complaints, bar scuffles, the occasional shoplifter. That morning, George’s mother, Gladys, phoned to say her son was “breaking up the place.” When the dispatcher asked about weapons, she said no. Anderson knew Johnson and expected nothing more than another disturbance to settle.
“Do you have someone with you?” the dispatcher asked. “No,” J.W. replied. “You could start someone like [Orono], I suppose. I’ll get ahold of you from inside. He’s about 37 years old — George Johnson.”
J.W. Anderson. Submitted image, published with permission of retired Officer Jim Wilson.
As Jim Wilson later pieced together, Anderson drove over alone, entered the building, walked the basement hall, and knocked on Johnson’s door. Inside, Johnson had been tearing the place apart; his mother’s frightened call still echoed on the dispatch line. The door opened. Johnson stood in the frame, a revolver in his hand.
The first shot caught Anderson in the abdomen as he turned. He staggered backward down the narrow hall. Johnson fired again; the round struck his hip and dropped him to the floor.
In the stillness that followed, Johnson walked forward with a chilling calm and fired several more rounds into Anderson’s chest.
Neighbors would later recall hearing the bursts of gunfire; Chief Brehm said simply that Anderson “was shot as he walked in.” However it was described, the result was the same. Anderson — 36 years old, a senior man on the Wayzata force — lay mortally wounded in the hallway. Johnson bent down, unfastened the holster, and took the sergeant’s service pistol before stepping out into the bright late-summer morning.
Stunned by what she had just seen, Gladys Johnson bolted from the apartment and ran across Superior Street to the Goodyear store. Breathless and hysterical, she told the manager, Paul Havens, that her son had shot a police officer. Havens grabbed the phone and called it in. Within minutes, squads from Orono, Minnetonka & Plymouth swarmed the block and began locking down the building.
Wayzata’s chief, Dave Brehm, was already on his way back to Wayzata after a meeting with Congressman Jim Ramstad when he heard the call. After racing to the scene, he made the decision to send officers inside. In the dim basement hallway, they found Sgt. Anderson, unconscious and gravely wounded.
Back at home sleeping, Jim Wilson was jolted awake by his wife, Gayle. From their house he could hear the chop of helicopters and the rise of sirens streaming into Wayzata. Something was terribly wrong. He called the Hennepin County Sheriff’s dispatch and learned the unthinkable: Sgt. Anderson had been shot.
Wilson rushed to Lake Street and Minnetonka Avenue, where a makeshift command post was forming.
Chief Dave Brehm pulled him aside and explained what had happened.
City Hall
After gunning down Anderson, Johnson moved up Rice Street toward City Hall, midway between the apartments and the post office where the day would end. He pushed through the doors and entered the Department of Motor Vehicles, which had recently taken over the space once occupied by the Hennepin County courts.
Inside, he opened fire. Tom Schleich, a janitor, and Kathy Miklethun, a clerk working behind the license plate counter, were struck and badly wounded. Both would survive. Investigators later believed Johnson, still seething over a recent DWI arrest, mistook the DMV for the courthouse and unleashed his rage on the people inside.
Submitted image, courtesy of Jim Wilson.
In the chaos, Steven Larson—there to buy a license—panicked and hurled himself through the plate-glass entrance to escape the gunfire. He suffered multiple cuts and was treated and released from Methodist Hospital in St. Louis Park — one more shard of the violence that shattered an ordinary morning.
The Post Office
From City Hall, Johnson scrambled the two blocks to the Wayzata Post Office and entered through the public door. “I was working the counter alone at about 10:30,” clerk Donn Wood recalled. “George Johnson came in with a gun in his hand and one strapped to his chest and demanded I open the door by the box section to let him in.” Johnson stepped into the workroom and lined the staff up at gunpoint. After a while, he told them to leave.
Image by Larry Baier, published with permission of retired Officer Jim Wilson.
He then moved into the postmaster’s office—on the same level—pulled the blinds, and remained inside as police officers sealed off downtown.
Minnetonka Cpl. Ken Hatcher crouched behind his squad car on Indian Mound Street, within sight of the postmaster’s window. A single shot cracked through the glass. The bullet struck his squad car, fragmented, and a shard tore into his head. Hatcher felt the warm flow of blood but managed to stay on his feet; he was soon rushed from the scene and survived with a minor wound.
At 11:12 a.m., a call came over the radio: the suspect might already be down. Someone inside had reported Johnson slumped in a chair, with blood across his chest. A postal worker even peeked into the office & saw him motionless. Still, no one could be sure. Officers feared a trap, the command post held the line.
Image by Larry Baier, published with permission of retired Officer Jim Wilson.
Because the post office was a federal building, the FBI dispatched its Minneapolis SWAT team, joining other officers from Hennepin County, Minnetonka, and St. Louis Park.
By midday, downtown Wayzata was sealed off by hundreds of officers. Helicopters circled overhead, phone calls rang unanswered inside, and rifles stayed trained on the quiet brick building. The standoff dragged on for hours.
It wasn’t until late that afternoon, when SWAT finally stormed the building, that they found Johnson dead in the postmaster’s office with Sgt. Anderson’s service weapon in his hand. On the desk beside him lay a note with two words: “It’s over.”
The official reports said simply that Johnson was found dead in the postmaster’s office from a self-inflicted gunshot.
For postal clerk Donn Wood—who had been lined up at gunpoint—the memory remains blunt. “He went into the Postmaster’s office and [shot himself],” Wood said. “I later saw them carry him out around 5 p.m.”
The Aftermath
By the next morning, the story had spread far beyond Lake Street. The Minneapolis Star and Tribune laid out the facts with clinical precision: a 36-year-old Wayzata police sergeant, shot and killed while investigating a disturbance; a suspect dead by his own hand inside the Wayzata Post Office; a lakeside community left shaken.
Image by Larry Baier, published with permission of retired Officer Jim Wilson.
The article traced the day’s grim arc — Anderson’s approach to the apartment, the sudden eruption of gunfire, and the long standoff at the post office, where George Johnson had already taken his own life early on — a sequence that briefly thrust Wayzata into the center of the Twin Cities news cycle.
But it was the Wayzata News a few days later that gave the tragedy its hometown texture. Its September 6th edition described a community in mourning, a police department in shock, and a Main Street still stunned by the sight of employees leaving the post office with their hands over their heads. Where the metropolitan press focused on the sequence, the Weekly focused on the absence left behind: a well-liked sergeant gone on his birthday, a fiancée without a future, and young sons without a father.
“On the morning of August 31 the peaceful pace of life in Wayzata was tragically rocked by the shooting rampage of a man often seen about town, but not well known. In less than an hour, George Johnson, worked into a rage over a ticket he had been issued more than a year ago, took the life of Wayzata’s police sergeant, shot two city employees, and injured a Minnetonka policeman.”
The news of the incident spread like a crushing tide throughout the community. People talked in hushed voices and prayed there would be no more victims. Police departments from miles around — plus law enforcement officials from county, state, and federal agencies — kept up an anxiety-ridden hour-by-hour vigil on the post office, and in the end learned what they had suspected all along: George Johnson had taken his own life. Together, the coverage sketched both the public and private dimensions of loss: the blunt reality of violence in the headlines, and the quieter grief carried in a town where almost everyone knew someone who was impacted that day.
The Funeral
On Wednesday, September 1, 1982, mourners gathered at the David Lee Funeral Home in Wayzata, where Sgt. James W. Anderson lay in repose.
Image by Larry Baier, published with permission of retired Officer Jim Wilson.
Three days later, on Friday, September 3, 1982, more than 800 mourners filled Redeemer Lutheran Church in Wayzata for the funeral. Rev. Gregory Bodin, chaplain at North Memorial Hospital, officiated.
The sanctuary overflowed; people stood in the aisles and spilled into adjoining rooms. Uniformed officers from across Minnesota filled pews alongside city staff, neighbors, and the Anderson family. Pallbearers included Jerry Anderson, Jack Jaruszewski, Jerry Miller, Richard O’Hara, Pat O’Neil, David Brehm, Dick Anderson, Tracy Johnson, Tom Arnold, Howard Drobny, and Ted Wangen.
Image by Larry Baier, published with permission of retired Officer Jim Wilson.
The Wayzata Police Department served as honorary pallbearers, joined by officers from surrounding communities.
When the service ended, a procession of squad cars stretched for blocks, a patrol car at the front draped in black. At its center was Anderson’s own squad, driven by Jim Wilson and Greg Rye.
Under a warm September sky, his casket was carried into Lakewood Cemetery in Minneapolis and laid to rest with full police honors.
His obituary and local coverage described him as “a servant to all people and a victim of violence while protecting the public.” Even in death, the community sought to transform grief into legacy, establishing the James W. Anderson Memorial Education Fund.
Image courtesy David Lee Funeral Home.
He left three sons — Tim, Brian, and Bill — his fiancée, Eunice Swanson, and her daughter Tammi, along with his father, William, his brother Jerry, and his sister Marilyn Leadstrom.
The Man Behind the Badge
James William “J.W.” Anderson was born on August 31, 1946, in Minneapolis. A graduate of Benilde High School, he entered the Air Force, serving in the Strategic Air Command’s ICBM security division.
After his military service, he pursued a career in law enforcement — first as a Hennepin County deputy sheriff in 1967, then with the Minnetonka Police Department in 1969. In the spring of 1981, Anderson joined the Wayzata Police Department.
Within a year, he was promoted to sergeant — the first officer in the department’s history to earn promotion through a competitive process overseen by a board of police chiefs. His career reflected both dedication and expertise, marked by hundreds of hours of specialized training. Colleagues knew him as steady and measured, a public servant who viewed policing as an act of protecting all people. Friends described a man with a wry sense of humor, deeply devoted to his family and community.
Anderson’s story — from Air Force veteran to the first promoted sergeant in Wayzata’s history — endures as both personal and civic memory. His life, and the way it was taken, continues to symbolize the risks borne by those who serve and the enduring bonds between a small town and its protectors.
The Tributes
Image by Larry Baier, published with permission of retired Officer Jim Wilson.
Here are a few of the notes that have gathered over four decades—neighbors, friends of friends, fellow officers, and family—each carrying a fragment of the man they knew. They read like quiet dispatches from a community still remembering. What follows is a small selection, presented as written.
Greater love has no one than this, That someone lay down his life for his friends.
Matthew Anderson, Grandson December 12, 2018
I was Mr. Anderson’s neighbor and grew up with his sons. He was always a fun person to be around, and my dad enjoyed having a few beers with him. I would love to hear from anyone who knows how I can reach his sons, Scott or Tim. They moved away when we were in junior high. My prayers are still with Mr. Anderson.
Lance Streff (Johnson), Neighbor February 2, 2007
My father was a patrol officer with the Wayzata Police Department, and he worked alongside Sgt. Anderson. I remember the day of this incident vividly and will never forget it. I was in grade school then, in a building located across the street from the Wayzata P.D. I remember hearing the sirens and feeling afraid for my father’s safety.
Only now, as a police officer myself, can I truly look back and appreciate the sacrifice Sgt. Anderson made for his community. I honor him for that, and I continue to pray for his family and friends. Thanks, Sarge.
Officer C. Poclington #89 Scottsdale Police Department Arizona August 30, 2003
My dad, Tom Arnold considered Jim a close friend, and has shared great memories of their times together. It was touching to see the memorial in his honor 30 years later and am glad that my dad was able to see it. He misses his time with Jim, as I am sure many do. He had a lasting impact on all who met him.
Tina Arnold April 29, 2022
While I never had the chance to know J.W., I know we will never forget his service and sacrifice. Those at the Wayzata Police Department will forever carry on your legacy. Forty years ago today, on his 36th birthday, we lost a hero. Rest in peace brother, we’ll take the watch from here.
Chief Marc Schultz Wayzata Police Department August 31, 2022
Rest in peace always knowing that your service and sacrifice will never, ever be forgotten by your law enforcement brethren.
Detective Cpl/3 Steven Rizzo Delaware State Police (Retired) August 31, 2020
“Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.” Matthew 5:9
Marshal Chris Di Gerolamo Federal Air Marshal Service September 8, 2017
The impact of Anderson’s death rippled far beyond the crime scenes that day. For generations, Wayzata had been the kind of town where you left the doors unlocked, where the police station sat across from the grade school, and the most common calls were noise complaints, bar scuffles, or the occasional shoplifter. The shootings of August 31, 1982 shattered that sense of insulation.
Image by Larry Baier, published with permission of retired Officer Jim Wilson.
For Jim Wilson, it was life-altering. He admitted the trauma stayed with him for years. In 1982, there were no real programs to help officers process what they had seen. “You basically took a day or two and went right back to work, without having a chance to deal with your trauma,” he said.
Eventually, counseling gave him a way forward. “I’ll never forget J.W. or August 31, 1982, but now I can deal with my emotions in a positive way.”
Each year on the anniversary, a small group of Minnetonka and Wayzata officers — most now retired — gather at Anderson’s grave at Lakewood Cemetery. Wilson’s son Dave, now a Wayzata officer himself, makes sure someone from the department is always present.
Greg Rye, then a part-time reserve and community service officer, carried scars of his own. “August 31, 1982 changed my life forever,” he later said. “As a member of the Wayzata Police Department, I learned that day the difference between love and hate… right versus wrong… good and evil. Sgt. Anderson was my boss, mentor, and friend. I never fully recovered, battling depression, alcohol, and anger management. The loss was profound and sent me searching for another career path.”
Image by Larry Baier, published with permission of retired Officer Jim Wilson.
Those who lived through it have never forgotten the contrast. In a place where serious crime felt distant, the sudden eruption of gunfire — at an apartment, at City Hall, and finally in the post office — left scars that ran deeper than the broken glass or the crime tape.
What had once felt like a safe and sheltered town now carried the memory of its darkest day, a reminder that violence could find even a place like Wayzata.
In 2016, Jim Wilson’s former wife, Gayle, helped lead the effort to create a permanent memorial outside Wayzata City Hall.
The monument honors both Sgt. J.W. Anderson and Officer Bill Matthews, who was killed in 2017 while clearing debris from Highway 12 just east of Ferndale Road. The memorial stands today along the east side of City Hall, a quiet reminder of the officers who gave their lives in service to the community.
Image by Larry Baier, published with permission of retired Officer Jim Wilson.
Jim Wilson asks that each August 31 the community pause to remember J.W. — “a true Wayzata hero” who gave his life protecting this town—and to never forget the sacrifices of Sgt. James W. Anderson and Officer Bill Matthews.
The Gunman
George Alfred Johnson was a familiar yet little-known figure in Wayzata. Neighbors remembered him as quiet, a man often seen but rarely understood.
Behind that exterior, however, lay a simmering resentment. According to news reports, he had grown embittered over a year-old traffic ticket, convinced he had been unfairly singled out by the system.
On the morning of August 31, 1982, that grievance erupted. Armed with multiple weapons, Johnson moved through downtown with chilling intent. Within an hour he had shot and killed Sgt. James W. Anderson and wounded two city employees inside City Hall.
By late morning, he stormed the Wayzata Post Office, holding clerks at gunpoint and triggering a siege that drew law enforcement from across the Twin Cities. During the standoff at the post office, a Minnetonka police officer was grazed by gunfire. Johnson retreated to the postmaster’s office and ended his own life with a gunshot.
For the town, the violence was unthinkable. The Wayzata Weekly News reported how a man “worked into a rage over a ticket” had cut down a respected sergeant and paralyzed a community.
In the end, Johnson’s life ended as suddenly as the one he had taken, leaving only grief and the haunting question of how bitterness had curdled into such destruction.
The Photographer
Larry Baier (1937–2020) had a gift for capturing courage through his lens. A former Military Police officer who later worked in graphic arts, Baier poured countless volunteer hours into photographing firefighters and public safety personnel in communities across the Twin Cities. His work was never about spectacle — it was about respect, service, and remembrance.
On August 31, 1982, Baier was in Wayzata documenting one of the city’s darkest days. Some of his photographs ran in the Star Tribune and the Wayzata Weekly News; others remained unpublished, preserved by retired Officer Jim Wilson.
He passed away in 2020 at the age of 82, remembered by his wife Lyn, his extended family, and countless friends. His legacy endures not only in those relationships, but also in the images he left behind — photographs that continue to remind us of sacrifice, resilience, and community.
Through his photographs, Baier helped ensure that Sgt. Anderson’s sacrifice — and Wayzata’s grief — would never be forgotten.
Special Thanks
Image by Larry Baier, published with permission of retired Officer Jim Wilson.
Jim Wilson, Larry Baier, Greg Rye, Donn Wood, Mike Lee & David Lee Funeral Home, Wayzata Police Department Chief Jamie Baker, Sue Sorrentino & Joanie Holst at the Lake Minneotonka Historical Society, Hennepin County Dispatch, UPI, Minneapolis Star Tribune, Wayzata Weekly News, Officer Down Memorial Page.
With gratitude to those who served with Sgt. J.W. Anderson.
Joint Statement by City Leadership
As Wayzata remembers, the voices of today’s city leadership carry forward the weight of that loss. Their words, offered together, reflect not only the deep respect for Sgt. Anderson’s sacrifice but also the gratitude owed to every officer who continues to serve.
“On August 31st we pause to honor the memory of Sergeant James W. Anderson, a dedicated public servant who was killed in the line of duty on August 31, 1982.
Sergeant Anderson, a 13-year veteran of law enforcement, made the ultimate sacrifice for our community. He was just 36 years old and was killed on his birthday while responding to a domestic disturbance call. His death was a profound and tragic loss that continues to be felt not only by our city, and those who responded from other cities.
We ask our community to join us in remembering Sergeant Anderson’s service and his ultimate sacrifice. We also extend our deepest gratitude to the brave officers who continue to protect and serve Wayzata with courage and integrity every single day. His memory is a permanent and honored part of our city’s history.”
— Wayzata Police Chief Jamie Baker, Interim City Manager Mike Kelly, and Mayor Andrew Mullin
Blessed are the Peacemakers
Just outside Wayzata City Hall, a quiet granite monument stands in honor of Sergeant James W. “JW” Anderson — the first Wayzata police officer to be killed in the line of duty. Dedicated in 2018, the memorial serves as a place of reflection and remembrance, not only for Sgt. Anderson, who was ambushed and killed on August 31, 1982, but also for Officer Bill Mathews, who lost his life while serving the community in 2017.
Community members and visitors are invited to pause here, to reflect on the sacrifices made in service to public safety, and to honor the courage of those who protect Wayzata every day. The memorial is open to the public year-round — a permanent reminder that their lives, their service, and their sacrifice will never be forgotten.
“With profound gratitude, the citizens of Wayzata honor our peace officers. The brave members of our police force who protect our community. They are the keystone of our safety, the enforcers of our law and order, the first responders to our crises, the calm solvers of our problems large and small. They are our peacemakers who risk their own lives for our. This memorial is dedicated to our peacemakers past, present, and future. We invite you to reflect on their courage, their devotion to duty, the sacrifices they and their families make for their commitment to public service, and their pride in the badge they wear.”
A Culinary Landmark and Community Hub in Wayzata’s History
Hart’s Cafe. Image courtesy Rich & Charlotte Buratto.
Hart’s Cafe was more than just a restaurant; it was a cornerstone of Wayzata, Minnesota, with a history as rich as its menu. “It’s always been the center of activity in town, that location where CōV is now,” states Wayzata historian Joanie Holst, who serves on the Board of the Lake Minnetonka Historical Society and has written and published a great deal of Wayzata’s history over the years. “That location is where the first Fourth of July event was held. It has always been a central gathering spot.“
Established in 1927 by Hart DuPrey, this beloved eatery became a central part of the town’s identity for over 50 years. Set on the picturesque shores of Lake Minnetonka, Hart’s evolved from a summer-only spot into a year-round gathering place for locals and visitors alike.
Hart DuPrey. Image courtesy Rich & Charlotte Buratto.
The cafe’s long-standing history is deeply intertwined with the DuPrey family and the community it served. Hart DuPrey’s vision was carried on by his daughter Lorraine and her husband, Howard Taylor, in 1946, and later by their daughter, Charlotte, and her husband, Rich Buratto, in 1976. Under their care, Hart’s remained a cherished local spot where families gathered, clubs met, and business deals were struck over a good meal.
Hart’s Cafe was known for its welcoming atmosphere and diverse menu, featuring everything from tender steaks and fresh seafood to its famous barbecued ribs and hearty sandwiches. The restaurant’s culinary legacy brought people together, offering not only great food but also a sense of belonging. Its commitment to quality made it a favorite for generations, with customers returning for the delicious meals and the familiar, friendly faces that greeted them.
Image courtesy Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
Beyond its food, Hart’s Cafe played a vital role in the Wayzata community. It was more than a place to eat—it was where people connected, shared stories, and built relationships. From its early days, when it housed a popular bowling alley, to its final years, when it underwent significant renovations, Hart’s Cafe adapted to the changing times while maintaining its heart and soul.
In 1983, after more than half a century, Hart’s closed its doors, making way for a new establishment. However, its spirit lives on in the memories of those who experienced its warmth, hospitality, and timeless charm. Today, Hart’s Cafe is remembered fondly as a key part of Wayzata’s culinary and community heritage, a place that left an indelible mark on all who walked through its doors.
From Saloon to Dry Goods to Dining by Lake Minnetonka
Lamb Brothers’ store and Wayzata’s first fire engine in 1898. Wayzata’s new “pumper engine” could shoot a stream of water over two stories high. Men pulled it if no horse was available. Note the building to the left of store; this was the Gold Mine Antique shop in more recent years – then a boarding house. Image LMHS.
In the late 1800’s, George Reed owned a saloon at the corner of Broadway and Lake Street. “So the first building that is built there is a two-story building, a saloon owned by a man named George Reed,” states Joanie Holst. “Now they think that George Reed closed the saloon because Wayzata got voted dry and it’s hard for a saloon to survive if you can’t sell booze, and it turned into a blind pig or speakeasy.”
Reed sold the property to William Bushnell, who was a mason and he turned it into a general store, according to Holst. General stores across the United States at the time served as a central hub and gathering spot for residents to buy a broad range of products in one place, including groceries, hardware, clothing, household items, and sometimes farming supplies.
Lamb Brothers grocery and drug store on Lake Street, about 1900. Image courtesy Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
In 1904 Lorin and Annie Lamb came to Wayzata from Marian, Ohio, and bought the property from Bushnell in 1906 and operated Lamb Dry Goods from 1906-1926. The Lamb daughters Myrtle, Ruth, and Sarah may have worked in the store, according to records held by the LMHS. The building had an extension added onto it to house the grocery.
Harts Cafe circa 1927. Just puchased by Hart Duprey. Originally Lamb Bros. Dry Goods and Grocery. Previously Bushnell Gen. Store and Reids Saloon.
In 1927, Hart DuPrey acquired the property from Lorin Lamb. DuPrey then transformed the building into Hart’s Cafe, the beloved Wayzata restaurant. During the renovation, the second story was removed, giving the building its new look. “Charlotte’s grandfather, Hartwell DuPrey, bought the building from the Lamb Brothers, it was a general store,” states Richard Buratto, former owner of Hart’s Cafe. “We don’t know what happened to the second story.“
Hart DuPrey on the right. Image courtesy the Burattos.
“Hart opened up in 1927.” states Buratto. At the time, Lake Minnetonka was a thriving tourist destination, known for its scenic charm and tranquil waters. The lake and its surrounding towns, including Wayzata, attracted a diverse crowd of vacationers, from local families to high-profile visitors, all looking for a peaceful retreat.
Hart’s Cafe quickly became a favorite stop for those wanting to relax and enjoy a meal after a day spent boating, fishing, or simply taking in the lake’s beauty.
DuPrey’s concept for the cafe fit perfectly into Wayzata’s role as a summer haven. The casual yet welcoming atmosphere made Hart’s a natural gathering spot, where locals and visitors alike could connect over food and conversation. Hart’s Cafe became more than just a place to eat—it became part of the summer rhythm, offering respite and community during the bustling tourist season.
The Early Charm of Hart’s Cafe: A Hub for Dining, Bowling, and Community
Hart DuPrey and the Wayzata Bowling Team. Image courtesy Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
Hart’s Cafe was more than just a place to eat; it was a gathering spot, a hub of activity where the Wayzata community came together. The original cafe, located by the waters of Lake Minnetonka, offered a cozy, welcoming atmosphere. From its early days, the cafe quickly became known for its warm service and homestyle meals, attracting both locals and tourists alike.
Hart’s Bowling Alley Located inside Hart’s Cafe. Image courtesy Rich & Charlotte Buratto.
One of the unique features introduced by Hart DuPrey in the 1930s was a six-lane bowling alley—a feature that gave Hart’s even more significance as a social hotspot. It wasn’t just a place to grab a meal, but a spot to have fun, laugh, and spend time with family and friends. However, due to the difficulties in obtaining staff to set pins during World War II, and the fact there was no such thing as an automatic pin setter, the bowling alley was closed in 1946.
Image courtesy Rich & Charlotte Buratto.
“Howard Taylor went to work for Hart in 1939,” stated Buratto. “There was another restaurant on 18th and Lyndale that they had and Howard ran the one in Minneapolis and Hart ran the one at the Lake here.“
Hart’s continued to thrive, remaining a favorite for business meetings, clubs, and community gatherings. The cafe’s role in Wayzata extended beyond food; it became woven into the social fabric of the town. From morning coffee to dinner conversations, Hart’s was where memories were made, and connections were deepened.
Post-War Changes and a New Era for Hart’s Cafe: The Taylor Family Takes the Helm
After World War II, Hart’s Cafe entered a new chapter. In 1946, Hart DuPrey passed away, and Howard Taylor, who married Hart’s daughter Lorraine sold the restaurant in Minneapolis and came out to run the restaurant in Wayzata. “Howard bought the restaurant out from the two sisters, there were three daughters and one brother of Hartwell DuPrey, the brother was killed in the war.” states Charlotte Buratto.
The transition was a natural one, and Howard was ready to take the reins.
Lorraine DuPrey TaylorHoward Taylor
Under Taylor’s leadership, the cafe began to see some changes, although the core of what made Hart’s special remained intact. “The building behind the cafe, the 6 lane bowling alley, we don’t know when it was built, but it was built behind the restaurant,” states Richard.
The Taylors were committed to upholding the traditions set by DuPrey while embracing progress, ensuring that Hart’s Cafe would remain a cornerstone of Wayzata life. Their hands-on approach and dedication to the community helped the cafe thrive well into the modern era, keeping its legacy alive for future generations to enjoy.
Howard Taylor’s Management
Howard Taylor stepped into the spotlight at Hart’s Cafe, bringing with him a unique blend of experiences that shaped the restaurant’s future. Born in Chaska, Minnesota, Howard grew up with a passion for food and service. His journey into the restaurant business began rather serendipitously at Woodhill Country Club, where he worked as a caddy in his youth.
This early exposure to the hospitality industry opened doors for him when Hart DuPrey, the original owner of Hart’s Cafe, took over the golf club and offered Howard a job. Although Howard initially had no experience washing dishes, he embraced the opportunity to learn, and it wasn’t long before he discovered his knack for managing the bustling cafe.
A significant turning point in Howard’s life was his marriage to Lorraine DuPrey, Hart’s daughter. This union not only solidified his connection to the cafe’s rich legacy but also deepened his commitment to maintaining the family tradition established by Hart.
Together, they nurtured the cafe, blending Howard’s fresh ideas with the cherished recipes and practices that had made Hart’s a beloved establishment in Wayzata. Their partnership in both life and business became the backbone of the restaurant, allowing it to flourish in the years that followed.
Renovations and Expansion in 1951
Interior of Hart’s Cafe. Image courtesy Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
In 1951, Hart’s Cafe underwent significant renovations that transformed it into a year-round dining destination, due to the widening of Lake Street which transformed the structures associated with the restaurant. “Prior to 1951, Lake Street came down and made a jog to the left, it was a curved road and they wanted to straighten out the road.” states Buratto.
Charlie Schoen, longtime Wayzata resident and also a historian states, “I’d ride my bike along there and I remember you really had to watch your handle because you could hit your wrist on the doorknobs of the buildings on Lake Street.“
Schoen knows the old time Hart’s Cafe building well, as he owns it and the property presently located at 712 Lake Street, the modern day Timber & Tulip business one door to the east of CoV. “So the old Hart’s Cafe building sat right in front of the bowling alley building, to the north, and the cafe was picked up, hauled to the east, turned 90 degrees, and plopped down by Jack Eastman, who then went about adding another 5 feet onto it,” states Schoen.
“They took the restaurant building, moved it out down behind the bowling alley building and that’s the original restaurant there that building {712 Lake}“, states Richard. As part of the widening of Lake Street, the renovations included converting the bowling alley into an expanded dining area, allowing for an increased capacity to serve more guests and fostering a lively atmosphere that encouraged community gatherings. “They converted the bowling alley into the cafe in 1951,” states Buratto.
Charlotte Buratto states, “So basically they made the bowling alley into the restaurant, so it is the bottom floor of CoV, and so literally you had the front, the dining room, the serving bar, and the kitchen, and that’s what dad made.”
Hart’s Cafe Menu. Image courtesy the Burattos.
An article in the Minnetonka Herald stated that when the remodeled restaurant was opened on Mother’s Day in 1951, Taylor said, “We ran out of everything and people kept coming in. We never handled such a large crowd before, and we’ve never had such a mess before or since. Now on a average Sunday we serve that many and more and think nothing of it.“
The Taylor family embraced the idea of offering a diverse range of dishes that catered to both locals and visitors alike. From mouthwatering steaks and seafood to hearty sandwiches and comforting hot dishes, the menu reflected a commitment to quality and variety.
Howard’s dedication to providing exceptional service and delicious food turned Hart’s Cafe into a beloved staple in Wayzata. Talking about his own preference, Taylor was quoted in the Minnetonka Herald, “I get enough of steaks and prime ribs and that stuff, but what’s really a treat for me is a nice hot dish.”
There were four full time cooks and a staff of twenty five waitresses and other helpers.
With the cafe now operating year-round, it became a popular gathering spot not just during the summer but throughout all seasons. Whether it was a cozy winter evening or a sunny summer afternoon, the cafe was always buzzing with patrons enjoying good food and good company.
Community Hub: Celebrating Events and Family Gatherings Under Howard Taylor
Howard Taylor, owner of Hart’s Cafe, and Rich Buratto, manager, stand before the new Hart’s sign erected last month to replace a small flashing-light sign. Image courtesy Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
During Howard Taylor’s ownership, Hart’s Cafe transformed into a beloved community hub, where events and family gatherings flourished. The warm, inviting atmosphere of the cafe made it a favored location for celebrating milestones—be it birthday parties, anniversaries, or holiday feasts. Families found joy in gathering around the cafe’s tables, creating cherished memories over hearty meals.
Beyond private celebrations, Hart’s Cafe became a key meeting point for local clubs and organizations. Whether it was the Rotary Club hosting a lunch or local fishermen swapping stories about their latest catches on Lake Minnetonka, the cafe offered a welcoming space for camaraderie and connection. Howard Taylor’s friendly demeanor and commitment to service fostered a sense of belonging among patrons, turning casual diners into regulars who felt like family.
Transitioning Legacy: From Howard Taylor to Rich and Charlotte Buratto
Rich & Charlotte Buratto. Image courtesy Rich & Charlotte Buratto.
In 1976, a significant transition took place at Hart’s Cafe when Howard Taylor passed the torch to Rich and Charlotte Buratto. “I went to work there on December 1st, 1965to manage the cafe,” states Richard.
This change was not just a shift in ownership; it was a heartfelt continuation of the cafe’s rich family legacy. Rich and Charlotte had deep roots in the cafe’s history, as Charlotte was the granddaughter of Hart DuPrey, the original founder. This familial connection brought a sense of tradition and continuity, ensuring that the spirit of Hart’s Cafe remained intact. Charlotte states, “It went from son-in-law to son-in-law.”
Rich and Charlotte came into ownership with a passion for preserving the cafe’s heritage while also infusing their own vision. They had both worked at Hart’s Cafe under Howard Taylor, gaining invaluable experience in the restaurant business. This familiarity allowed them to seamlessly transition into their new roles, maintaining the cafe’s beloved atmosphere while also bringing fresh ideas to the table. “We bought it in 1976.” stated Richard.
Continuation of the Family Legacy
The Hart’s Cafe dinner menu with tallies from 1977. Image courtesy the Burattos.
The Burattos embraced their role as custodians of Hart’s Cafe with enthusiasm and dedication. They understood the importance of community and strived to foster an environment where guests felt like part of the family. Under their stewardship, the cafe continued to be a cherished gathering spot for locals, hosting celebrations and events that echoed the traditions established by Howard and Hart before him.
Rich and Charlotte’s commitment to quality and service ensured that the culinary legacy of Hart’s Cafe flourished. They made thoughtful updates to the menu, incorporating new dishes while honoring the classic favorites that had long delighted patrons. Their efforts to create a welcoming atmosphere drew in a new generation of customers, all while keeping the spirit of the cafe’s history alive.
As the Burattos took the helm, they were not just continuing a business; they were nurturing a community institution. Their tenure marked a vibrant chapter in Hart’s Cafe’s story, ensuring that the cafe would remain a beloved fixture in Wayzata for years to come.
Rich Buratto is featured in an advertisement for the Wayzata Bank & Trust Company. Image courtesy Rich Buratto.
Renovations Under Buratto Ownership
Under the ownership of Rich and Charlotte Buratto, Hart’s Cafe underwent exciting renovations that breathed new life into the beloved establishment. One of the most significant changes came in 1979 when they added a second story to the building. The second-story addition transformed Hart’s Cafe, leasing office space to businesses and those who wanted to overlook Wayzata Bay. “In February we closed for two months, and then we remodeled the restaurant, basically refurbished the inside,” states Richard.
Changes to the Menu and Cafe Operations
In addition to the structural changes, the Burattos also took the opportunity to refresh the cafe’s menu and operations. While they honored the traditional dishes that had been staples of Hart’s Cafe, they introduced new offerings that reflected changing culinary trends and the evolving tastes of their clientele. The menu blossomed with diverse options, ensuring there was something for everyone—whether it was a hearty breakfast, a leisurely lunch, or a delightful dinner.
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The Burattos also embraced year-round operations, moving away from the cafe’s original summer-only concept. This change meant that the residents of Wayzata could enjoy the comforts of Hart’s Cafe regardless of the season, whether it was cozying up indoors during the winter months or enjoying al fresco dining on the patio during the summer. This commitment to serving the community year-round further strengthened the cafe’s connection to its patrons.
The renovations and menu enhancements under Rich and Charlotte Buratto’s ownership not only revitalized Hart’s Cafe but also ensured its legacy continued to thrive. Their thoughtful approach to preserving tradition while embracing innovation allowed Hart’s to remain a cherished dining destination for locals and visitors alike.
Challenges Faced by the Burattos
While the Burattos were committed to honoring Hart’s Cafe’s rich legacy, they encountered their fair share of challenges during their tenure. One of the most significant hurdles was navigating the evolving culinary landscape and changing customer expectations. As dining trends shifted, the Burattos had to find the right balance between preserving the beloved traditions of the cafe and introducing new dishes that would appeal to a more diverse clientele. This required careful consideration of the menu and a willingness to experiment while ensuring that long-time patrons still found their favorite dishes available.
Competition in the Restaurant Industry
Additionally, the restaurant industry was becoming increasingly competitive, with new dining options popping up in Wayzata and the surrounding areas. The Burattos faced the challenge of standing out in a crowded marketplace. They needed to continually innovate and promote Hart’s Cafe to attract both loyal customers and new visitors. This meant not only refining the menu but also enhancing the overall dining experience, which included attentive service, a comfortable ambiance, and community engagement.
Economic Factors
Hart’s Cafe placemat. Image courtesy the Burattos.
Economic fluctuations also posed challenges. The cafe had to adapt to changing economic conditions, which affected both consumer spending and the cost of ingredients. Maintaining profitability while keeping prices accessible for the community was a delicate balancing act. The Burattos had to be strategic in their operations, ensuring that they could provide quality meals without compromising the cafe’s reputation.
Personal Sacrifices
On a personal level, running the cafe was demanding, requiring long hours and immense dedication. Rich and Charlotte often found themselves working seven days a week, juggling the responsibilities of ownership with their family life. This commitment sometimes took a toll on their well-being, and they faced the challenge of finding a sustainable work-life balance. Yet, despite the hurdles, their passion for Hart’s Cafe and the community kept them motivated.
Ad for Harts Cafe. Image courtesy Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
Decision to Sell the Cafe in 1983
In 1983, after nearly a decade of ownership, Rich and Charlotte Buratto made the heartfelt decision to sell Hart’s Cafe. This was not an easy choice for them, as the cafe had become an integral part of their lives and the Wayzata community. However, a variety of factors influenced their decision, prompting them to pass the torch to new owners while ensuring that the cafe’s legacy would continue. “On July 15th, 1983, we sold the property to Peter Huerfurth who bought it and had Bob Forsburg, and Forsberg opened J.J. Hills Iron Horse in the Hart’s building.”
Factors Influencing the Sale
One of the primary factors influencing the sale was the Burattos’ desire for a change after years of relentless dedication to the restaurant. The demands of running Hart’s Cafe had taken a toll on their personal lives. “We were tired. We never got big enough to hire a manager,” the Burattos stated in a Lakeshore Weekly News article from 1983.
They often worked long hours, seven days a week, and began to feel the need for a reprieve from the intense pace of the restaurant business. Additionally, they sensed that the market was shifting, with increasing competition and changing customer preferences. This led them to believe that it might be challenging for Hart’s, as it had traditionally been known, to adapt and thrive in the evolving culinary landscape.
Hart’s expansion plans. Image courtesy Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
Reflections on the Cafe’s History and Legacy
As they prepared to say goodbye to Hart’s Cafe, the Burattos reflected fondly on the establishment’s rich history and its significance in the community. From its humble beginnings in 1927 under Hart DuPrey’s stewardship to the transformative years of their ownership, Hart’s had been a gathering place for countless families, friends, and community members. They recalled the memories created over shared meals, the laughter during celebrations, and the heartfelt conversations that took place within its walls.
The new Hart’s Cafe in the foreground, and the old Hart’s cafe to the east. Image courtesy Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
Rich and Charlotte felt proud to have continued the cafe’s legacy, contributing to its storied past while adding their personal touch. They understood that, although they were stepping away, Hart’s Cafe would forever hold a special place in the hearts of those who had dined there. As they took down the cafe’s name, they did so with gratitude for the friendships formed and the memories made, confident that the restaurant would continue to thrive in the capable hands of the Forsbergs and Huerfurth.
In that moment, they felt a bittersweet sense of closure, knowing they were not just closing a chapter but preserving a beloved tradition that would continue to enrich the Wayzata community for years to come.
Conclusion: The Enduring Legacy of Hart’s Cafe
View west down Lake Street near Harts Cafe. Image courtesy Lake Minnetonka Historical Society.
Throughout its remarkable history, Hart’s Cafe has served as more than just a restaurant; it has been a beloved social hub in Wayzata, where families and friends gathered to share meals and create lasting memories. For generations, the cafe has played a pivotal role in family traditions and celebrations, marking birthdays, anniversaries, and everyday moments that matter. Its warm and inviting atmosphere made it a natural choice for those looking to connect over good food and great company.
The impact of Hart’s Cafe on local culture and community bonding cannot be overstated. It fostered relationships among neighbors, bringing together people from all walks of life. The cafe became a cherished space where stories were shared, laughter echoed, and friendships blossomed. Even as it transitioned through various ownerships and identities, the essence of Hart’s Cafe remained rooted in its commitment to community and hospitality.
As we reflect on the enduring legacy of Hart’s Cafe, it’s clear that its influence extends far beyond the dining experience. The stories of its patrons and the cherished moments spent within its walls have woven it into the fabric of Wayzata. Hart’s Cafe stands as a testament to the significance of shared meals and community connections, reminding us of the power of coming together to celebrate life’s milestones, big and small.
In a world that often rushes by, Hart’s Cafe invites us to pause, savor the moment, and appreciate the bonds that bring us together. It has left an indelible mark on the hearts of many, and its legacy continues to inspire a sense of community, warmth, and togetherness that will endure for years to come.
The modern day building that houses CoV. Image copyright Wayzata.com.
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Wayzata State Bank, founded in 1947, was a cornerstone of Wayzata’s growth, serving the local community with trusted financial services including savings accounts, loans, and mortgages. Established to support the burgeoning suburb along Lake Minnetonka, the bank became deeply ingrained in the local economy, fostering close relationships with its customers and contributing to Wayzata’s development.
Housed in a distinct building, Wayzata State Bank was a recognizable landmark in downtown Wayzata, symbolizing both stability and local heritage. Although the bank eventually merged with a larger financial institution in the late 20th century, its legacy lives on as part of the rich financial and social history of Wayzata.
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When developer Lowell Zitzloff redeveloped the original Wayzata State Bank property in recent years, he paid tribute to this legacy by incorporating a modern version of the bank’s historic facade into his new design, recognizing Wayzata’s rich history and traditions.
This thoughtful integration of old and new earned Zitzloff a Heritage Preservation Board award, celebrating his commitment to preserving Wayzata’s historical character while modernizing the space. The original site remains a point of interest for historians and continues to tell the story of Wayzata’s evolution as a vibrant lakeside city.
1898 Plat Map of Hennepin County digitally restored and enhanced by Scott D. McGinnis.
The Lake Minnetonka Historical Society (LMHS) is set to showcase “The Early History of Wayzata and the North Shore” featuring historian Joanie Holst.
The event will take place on Monday, February 12, at 7:00 pm in the Wayzata Community Room, located at 600 Rice Street East, Wayzata, MN.
Holst’s presentation will guide the audience through Wayzata’s early history, commencing from its pre-settlement era and progressing to its founding in 1854.
Attendees will delve into the settlers’ narratives, gaining insights into life in the burgeoning village.
The discussion will also shed light on the significant impact of the arrival of the railroad in 1867, transforming Wayzata into the “gateway to Lake Minnetonka” and reshaping the lake’s history.
For those interested in attending, free pre-registration is encouraged due to limited capacity.
Doors will open at 6:30 pm, and seating will be on a first-come, first-served basis.
The Lake Minnetonka Historical Society, formed in October 2023 through the consolidation of the Excelsior-Lake Minnetonka Historical Society, the Museum of Lake Minnetonka, the Wayzata Historical Society, and the Westonka Historical Society, aims to narrate the story of Lake Minnetonka by collecting, preserving, and sharing its history.
With one of the largest archival and three-dimensional collections of Lake Minnetonka history, the organization provides resources both in-person and online.
The LMHS maintains a Research Archives in Wayzata and Museums in Excelsior, Mound, and Wayzata.
In addition to its archival efforts, the society conducts various public programs and experiences to share the lake’s history.
They publish and sell numerous books focusing on the area’s history and are dedicated to restoring the historic 1906 streetcar Steamboat Minnehaha for active operation on Lake Minnetonka, continuing its legacy as a floating museum.
For further information, visit LakeMinnetonkaHistory.org or contact the Society at info@LakeMinnetonkaHistory.org or 952-474-2115.
This article ran in the Minneapolis Journal on November, 6, 1902 detailing the fact that Wayzata election judges made no official return for the general election.
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This story ran in the Minneapolis Journal, May 25, 1905 and details concessions sought by the Great Northern railroad that caused a great debate at the time. The railroad asked to add two additional feet of fill on top of the 18 inches that was under the tracks next to Lake Minnetonka, and offered in return a new railroad station and steamboat dock.
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