Sunday, June 27, 2004
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Photo Editor's Note: This belated Father's Day greeting should have run last week and I completely missed it in the e-mail. My apologies for the oversight. ~ Jerrianne
The Father's Day group, celebrating three generations of fathers: Grandpa Anderson, Grandpa Beaver and Wyatt were all on hand to be honored on their special day.
Father's Day Brunch brought an extra treat. We finally were introduced to Brianna. Thanks for joining us, Brianna; we enjoyed meeting you.
Brianna & Doug
Caity Chap celebrated her 8th birthday with a Big SPLASH! She spent the day at the water park at Arrowwood Resort, just outside of Alexandria. Enjoying the day with her was her very good friend, Paige, and some of her willing relatives. "A good time was had by all" seems to fit this occasion very nicely!
Rear: Jayce, Becky, Wyatt, Rylie, Lori; Front, Paige and Caity.
Caity's Eighth Birthday Party Guests: Front: Paige, Caity, Becky, Don; Middle: Lori, holding Jayce, Dorothy, Wyatt; Rear: Donna, Jessy, Chris, Weston.
by Wyatt Johnson
Well, since I'm four days behind at work after my fishing trip, what's another 15 minutes? I may as well send a summary of our trip.
On the evening of Tuesday, June 8th, our friend (and guide) from Deerwood came to Fargo and stayed the night at my house, so we could leave Wednesday morning. We did our grocery shopping and got some packing done Tuesday night, then were finally on the road by around 11 a.m. Wednesday. The group leaving Fargo was five strong, four of us from the Fargo-Moorhead area (Jeff, Jason, Ken, and Wyatt -- a.k.a. Mickey, Wishy, Chip, and Howie, respectively), and our Deerwood friend John (a.k.a. Muskie). I don't remember how most of the nicknames came about, but mine's pretty simple. My last name is Johnson, and John started calling me Howard Johnson, like the hotels. It eventually shortened to Howie, and it's stuck.
This year is our fifth time going on a fishing trip, so we got shirts made, with all of our nicknames on the back, and Canada Works V on the front. The Canada Works name came about because we all at one time worked for John Deere, and most of the Deere factories are named things like Engine Works, Tractor Works, Waterloo Works, etc.
John's family owns a cabin on Buena Vista Resort near Morson, Ontario, so we have a cheap place to stay, with an incredible view. The cabin sits atop a rock wall about 100 feet above the water, with a view to the west that is spectacular even before the sunset fades into the treeline across the lake.
Wednesday night, we got the boats in the water (a 21 foot Lund Baron, and a 17 foot Sylvan), and retired to the cabin to grill burgers. After getting all the groceries put away, and consuming embarassing amounts of beef, our first day was done.
Thursday, we started fishing. After about a 30 minute boat trip, we began our fishing. Thursday was the nicest day of the trip, with a temperature around 70, a little wind, but no rain. Mickey started off hot, boating a 16, 17, and a 21 inch walleye within about 90 minutes. A quick limit summary -- anything over 14 inches is considered a keeper, and the limits are two each per day, no more than four total in possession. Only one of those four can be over 18 inches. Anything over 24 inches is generally considered a trophy walleye, and should either be released or mounted. The fish that are that big are usually females, and releasing them ensures big fish populations for the future.
By 1 p.m., we had more than enough to have a shore lunch. The afternoon allowed us to be pretty selective, since we already had almost enough fish. We headed in around 4:30 with our limit. After cleaning our catch, we filled the grill with chicken drummies for supper. I mean that in the most literal sense, too. There wasn't a square inch of unused grill space. You'd think we were starving, the way we attacked the drummies.
Friday began overcast, cool, and windy. Shortly after hitting our fishing spot, we got rained on. We toughed it out, and it paid off, as Chip caught a 5.5 pound, 25 inch walleye. It was easily the biggest walleye I'd ever seen. We found a break in the rain for shore lunch, and again finished the afternoon around 4:30, bringing in our limit. Friday night was pork chop night, with 12 of the finest Beaver Johnson pork chops being consumed, four of them by Chip. I guess he deserved it after the battle with the big one.
Saturday was a VERY windy day, but once again we had enough fish for our limit by the end. We enjoyed garbage can night for supper, with Mickey supplying his turkey cooker (a big 5 gallon pot over a propane flame); we boiled water and threw in brats, potatoes, corn, shrimp, and carrots. I'm still eating leftover brats for lunch today.
Sunday again began looking like rain. I started hot, catching a 15 incher, a 17 incher, and a 24 inch, 4.9 pounder on three consecutive passes. That 24 incher was the biggest walleye I've ever caught, and we took pictures before releasing it. By 3:30, the skies opened up, and we all decided we had enough fishing. We had enough fish for everyone to take their four home, so it wasn't a tough decision. Sunday night was steak night, with an alarming assortment of rib-eyes, t-bones, and sirloins finding their way to the grill.
In summary, it rained (some), it blew (all the time), we fished (lots), we ate (ridiculously), and we had a blast.
Heres my big fish!
By Ary Ommert, Jr.
Thanks very much for the greeting card. Some friends and family came in the evening for coffee, etc.; around midnight they went home. Today I didn't have to work so slept a bit later. In the morning I went to a friend to have my hair cut; my sister was also there for a haircut. I was ready in 25 minutes but think my sister was in the chair for almost 3 hours!!!!!
Last week I ordered a new car, a remodelled Toyota Corolla, has a new front and back and a new interior. Standard cruise control and rain sensor on the wipers. This time the color will be dark blue. I expect to have it the first week of August.
The forecast for tomorrow is a summer storm with high wind speeds and thunder with hail; towards the weekend, summer is coming back with more sun. Coming three weeks I have holidays, didn't plan to go abroad; later in the summer I want to visit my friends in Norway.
All is fine here; greetings from the Netherlands,
Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
Birthday Princess Caity and Court all tuckered out and tucked in for the night!
The Bolivian Beat
By Kjirsten Swenson
I'm sick again. :( Every time I think I've finally accomplished resistance to every mean microbe in Bolivia, I'm attacked anew. In Morochata I've never been as sick as I was last night ... I'll spare you the details and just tell you I'm feeling a little better, but it's been over 24 hours since I've ingested anything solid and I don't plan on testing the system anytime soon... Yesterday was Corpus Cristi, and to celebrate, one of the nurses brought a special sort of food that is cooked below the earth. So yes, basically it's potatoes, oka (sort of like sweet potatoes), habas (perhaps related to lima beans?*) and charque (jerky) literally baked in dirt. Tasty, but I'm still repenting it.
Last weekend there was a wedding in Morochata! In El Campo, a wedding means the entire town celebrates. I didn't see anything of the ceremony, but from the hospital we heard the party music playing for three days straight! On day two we dropped in to share the fun. Day two is always gift day, so we first passed by Una Tienda to buy glasses and plates for the bride and groom. We arrived just in time for dinner: baked potatoes, lamb, and lettuce dressed with vinegar and salt. A quick assessment of our company led to the conclusion that the chicha had been flowing freely for some time already... Before we finished dinner, the music began again and the rest of the evening was spent being entertained by the revelry of the guests.
I've moved yet again. I think I mentioned that the cook was pregnant ... she's now moved in with the papa. Most couples in rural Bolivia never get officially married. They live together and are considered "spouses" but an actual marriage is perceived as superfluous. So she's vacated a bed in the room shared with Nurse Hortencia. Free days and emergencies mean that sometimes only one person is at the hospital, particularly at night, and this is not good. It's always worried the people here that I lived alone and ever since Francisca left they've been bothering me to move in with them. Last week my shower refused to dispense hot water. I considered this the divine sign that it was time to swallow my independence, pack my junk, and lug it over to the hospital.
It keeps getting colder :( I feel that years of nasty North Dakota winters ought to have left me hardier ... but it's surprising how cold 45 degrees feels when I'm sitting in the hospital doing nothing. I have new appreciation for heating!
In other exciting Morochata news, the outdoor basketball court has finally been resurfaced! They finished a respectable two months and a week behind schedule .... So I now have a worthy reason to stay awake in the evening! Each night after dinner the younger generation gathers, motivated by the lure of competition, gossip, and an enjoyable means of staying warm.
Saludos a todos! Kjirsten
*Photo Editor's Note: Habas apparently translates to broad beans or fava beans.
Hospital Morochata (white building on the hill) where Kjirsten lives, works and recovers (left); view from hospital's front steps (right).
Photo Editor's Note: If you wish to see more of Kjirsten's photos, these are from her Morochata, Bolivia album posted here: http://community.webshots.com/user/kjswenson
All The King's Men
A Short Story
illustration by Brianna Jordet
There was a lot more snow in those days. I know that sounds like something a toothless, shell-shocked World War I veteran would say, but I am fairly certain the meteorological annals will support my claim. I remember mountainous caverns of ice and dirt that became the playing field for our fourth grade bloodsport, "King of the Hill." I'm sure you've played too; the rules are simple: one kid stands atop the largest snowdrift on the playground and pronounces his/her superiority and dominance over all he/she surveys. The other contestants then try to wrest this proclaimed position of superiority/dominance from the proclaimer. What ensues is good, clean fun and maybe even a trip to the emergency room, if competition is particularly heated.
Having no real shot at taking and keeping the hill solo, I lobbied for a position on the team that had the most chance of winning. The pecking order is well-defined by the time fourth grade rolls around and Ron Dalquist was the clear choice for the alpha male chieftain of our schoolyard clan. Ron had all the qualities so essential to leadership: good looks, athleticism and a loud speaking voice. We would have followed him anywhere. Presently, he is a chronic alcoholic and a pulltab addict, but that is another story.
"We don't stand a chance against that fat cow," remarked second in command, Jeff Gernand. He was referring to the ruling monarch, Duane Kohl, who was at that moment strutting the summit, arms crossed like a narcissistic Sumo wrestler. This was prior to the "incident" with Duane,* so he was still an unknown, despite being the largest kid in our entire class. All we really knew of him was that he was very large, held a strikingly bitter life view and was making us look bad at the moment.
"He has sentries at 2, 6 and 10 o'clock." I said. Comments like these were the reason that I made it into Ron's squadron. He liked my faux military jargon a great deal, and besides, I was the only one who could make proper machine gun noises.
"I've got to have time to think..." Our mop-topped leader was trying to buy time. There was more to this game than a bunch of fourth graders pushing each other down, after all.
"What if you and Jeff attacked from here and I sneak around and flank 'em...?" I suggested. I wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but I had read it before in more than one Sergeant Rock comic book.
"Yeah..." Ron said. "Yeah... Anderson, you sneak around and... and... um, flank 'em." He looked at Jeff. Jeff shrugged.
"Aye, aye, Herr Kapitan." I loved German accents. It was confusing, but it added flavor to our war games. Somewhere far away, quite unbeknownst to us, President Nixon tried to answer some very embarrassing questions and pull off some strategic maneuvers of his own.
I circled the great ice mound cautiously, like a brave stalking a buffalo. The sentries were discussing last night's episode of Star Trek, grown quite complacent in their perceived superiority.
"He didn't die, he was just faking it."
"He wasn't faking it. The alien made him think he was dead."
There seemed to be some confusion over a plot point. Maybe the script was a little sophisticated for their intellectual palate; I wasn't sure, but was happy for the diversion.
I waited for the charge command, wiping my nose with my sleeve. Minutes passed. What was the delay? I was mentally prepared to charge the hill, but the command did not come. Soon the bell would ring and our opportunity to become Ultimate Vanquishers of the Universe would be spent in vain.
"Banzai!" Came the warcry from the other side of the hill, at last. That was our favorite warcry, despite its origins and affiliations. I sprang like a bobcat and charged up the hill, all guts and glory. I felt purposeful and alive, like a roughrider at San Juan.
Then I noticed something.
As I had just about reached the summit, I spied Ron and Jeff heading for the school building, completely oblivious to my heroic charge. I stopped just a few yards from Duane, who was leering at me like a leopard must leer at a mongoose before he eats it.
"You're a dead man, Anderson," said Duane, advancing on me like a polar bear.
"I don't doubt it," I said.
Duane threw one very slow grizzly bear swipe, which I ducked. I then fell to my knees and thrust my skull into his midsection with all the force of my fourth grade might. Much to my surprise and the stunned amazement of his dullard sentries, Duane toppled backwards over the ridge of his stronghold and tumbled to the bottom like some great Redwood log.
Even Ron and Jeff stopped to notice, since the noise must have been deafening.
I raised my arms and turned to receive the cheers of the elementary school multitude, as if they were Romans and I was Spartacus. I came... I saw... I pushed Duane off the hill in a complete masterpiece of panic and dumb luck. It was beautiful; my comrades had deserted me, yet I still managed to pull off a poorly planned and completely misguided scheme to enjoy the gratification only victory can bring.
Mr. Nixon would not be so lucky.
This and That
by Elaine Wold
With all the recent weddings, showers, graduations, promotions, getting jobs, etc. I think we are having lots of good dreams come true.
This is one of my Favorite poems...
ALWAYS HAVE A DREAM
By Amanda Bradley
Forget about the days when it's been cloudy,
But don't forget the hours in the sun.
Forget about the times you've been defeated,
But don't forget the victories you have won.
Forget about mistakes that you can't change now,
But don't forget the lessons you have learned.
Forget about misfortunes you've encountered,
But don't forget the times your luck has turned.
Forget about the days when you've been lonely
But don't forget the friendly smiles you've seen.
Forget about the plans that didn't work out right,
But don't forget to always have a dream.
Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of 5
This Week's Birthdays:
July 1---Suzanne McCorkell
July 3---Vonnie Dake
A Wedding Reception:
Tami Sue Anderson and Jason Hartwell Hunt married on June 18, 2004
More July Birthdays:
July 5---LeRoy Dake
July 6---James Miller
July 7---Kim Johnson
July 13---Zach Bratten
July 15---Tom Morgan
July 18---Callie Printz
July 19---Marlee Freesemann
July 20 ---Susan & Michael Miller (twins)
July 26---Tytus Myron
July 30---Justin Printz
July 31---Tim Myron
July 29--Ardis and Charles Quick (32 years)
July Holidays & Observances
July 4---Independence Day
Thanks for the anniversary card. We didn't really celebrate, so there's nothing to send you. Just picked up a bucket of KFC and ate it by the lake. It was nice, none the less.
It was a nice card from miss Hetty. I think you need to hire different singers! Oh, no I liked them!
Please drop Miss Hetty a line and tell us who, and what, we've missed. And how about a report (photos welcome) of YOUR special celebration?
+ LETTERS TO THE EDITORS?
Enjoyed The Bulletin again; I read every word of it! I especially enjoyed the things the various ones submitted in honor of their dads for Father's Day.
Sorry about the deer accident, Doug ... but like they say, "It could have been worse!"
I've just finished reading The Bulletin, as usual ... wonderful!
I did note that it was lacking the card that Lori had made (and sent me a copy of), for Grandpa for Father's Day. I'm hoping it didn't get lost into that "black hole" in email land, but rather got overlooked with the huge amount of things you were dealing with or maybe showed up too late for this edition.
So, Dad, just a heads up ... Lori (and she had the rest of the kids names on it) had made you a very lovely Father's Day card. So be patient, we should be able to figure out where or what and see if we can't get it run next time, along with the pic from the meal today.
We have new arrivals at the cabin; our "barn cats," Lucy and Gracie, both had kittens. Lucy went into labor first. (Patty set up a nursery in the basement using one of your moving boxes and some old towels.) Soon she had delivered 6 healthy kittens; seems like a lot for a first litter.
Hearing the kittens, Gracie jumped in the box and proceeded to nurse Lucy's newborn babies as if they were her own. Well, this caused her to go into labor, and she then produced a litter of 4 of her own. They are now a happy little family of 12! The kittens' eyes are now starting to open and soon we will be looking for homes for Gepetto, Jasmine, Sam, Marty, Madeline, Annie, Pearl, Timmy, Francis and un-named female kitten.... So get your order in now to get the best one!
Donnie and Patty
My Housekeeping Philosophy
1. I don't do windows because ... I love birds and don't want one to run into them and hurt themselves.
2. I don't wax floors because ... I am terrified a guest will slip, hurt themselves, I'll feel terrible and they may sue me.
3. I don't mind the dustbunnies because ... they are very good company and I have named most of them, they agree with everything I say.
4. I don't disturb cobwebs because ... I want every creature to have a home of their own and hubby loves spiders.
5. I don't Spring Clean because ... I love all the seasons and don't want them to get jealous.
6. I don't plant a garden because ... I don't want to get in God's way, he is an excellent designer.
7. I don't put things away because ... my husband will never be able to find them again.
8. I don't do gourmet meals when I entertain because ... I don't want my guests to stress out over what to make when they invite me over for dinner.
9. I don't iron because ... I believe them when they say "Permanent Press ...
10. I don't stress much on anything because ... A Type personalities die young and I want to stick around and become a wrinkled up crusty ol' lady!
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