Sunday, July 18, 2004
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Story & photos by Ernie Dake
Peggy McNeill wrote: I don't think I've ever met your kids and vice versa you with mine, but boy do the years really fly by. Our kids having kids; though I'm not a grandma yet, one day it will happen.
Hi Peggy and Donna,
I owe Donna some info about my family and kids and thought you might both be interested.
First I have to say that grandchildren are the best. :) I hope you get some soon, Peggy.
Where to start:
Jennie left high school in the middle of her senior year and went to Georgia Tech. She graduated with a B.S. in Mechanical Engineering when she was 20 years old.
Jennie and Chris got married on 8/30/1997. Chris was in the army near Tucson and Jennie moved there to be with him. She got a job with Raytheon Missile Systems in Tucson at that time and still works there.
Their child, Ethan, was born on 8/30/2002 and has been much enjoyed by all of us. There are a bunch of pictures of Ethan and a few of the rest of us on my web site at http://www.edake.com/
Jennie has been working and going to school for many years and just completed her Ph.D. in systems engineering. So now she is Dr. Jennifer Horne. :) I am very proud of her. She has worked very hard for this.
Chris and Jennie own a house in Tucson. Chris is a stay at home dad caring for Ethan every day. Jennie is expecting a baby girl this coming October. Boy, is Ethan in for a surprise! :) Jennie and Chris are a mini-van family.
Greg also went to Georgia Tech after graduating from high school and graduated with a B.S. in Computer Engineering. He went to work for a small consulting firm in Durham, NC. They had a contract doing some work for IBM. IBM apparently liked him and after about a year they hired him to work for them. He is currently a software architect at IBM.
Greg married Laura Cormier on 9/4/1998, which was about a year after he went to work in Durham. At Christmas time about 1.5 years ago she announced that she no longer wanted to be married and moved out in January. Later we found out that she was involved with another man. They had been together for 7 years and she was family to all of us, so it was very hard for everyone.
Sonja Cannon came to live with Greg late last summer. She is recently separated from her husband and has two children from that marriage. She seems like a very nice person and we hope that they will be happy together for a long, long time.
Greg owns a house in Durham. They have a garden, a ferret, two cats, a new Siamese kitten, a saltwater aquarium, a brackish water aquarium and several other smaller tanks.
Greg has a beard and pony tail, and drives a Toyota MR two seater sports car. Some kids never grow up! :) Greg and Sonja are never far from their laptop computers.
Carolyn and I live in Duluth, GA, which is a northeast suburb of Atlanta. Carolyn went back to school and got an accounting degree after the kids were out of grade school. She works as a CPA (certified public account) for a small accounting firm. I work for a small nuclear transportation and consulting firm as a computer programmer.
We have a 4 bedroom ranch style house on a slab which we bought new 11 years ago. Our social life is pathetic. We work and eat and sleep and repeat. :) I really miss having family close around. We do keep in touch through email and web cam, which helps some.
We make a couple of trips each to Durham and Tucson every year. And we try to get to Minnesota at least once a year to visit the grandparents and family. I doubt we will get to do the cousin thing again soon. Just too many obligations and too little time. Next year we need to go to MN in the early summer for graduations in Carolyn's family.
I spend way too much time on the internet. I need more exercise and less mental activity. :) And just to make this complete, I drive a Buick LeSabre. When I bought it they told me that this model car is usually bought by people over 65 years of age! :) Carolyn has driven a Chevy S10 pickup truck for the last 10 years. She is due for a new one and I don't know what it might be.
I have attached two pictures. One of my family taken this past weekend and the other of our house.
Write again, both of you.
The Dake Family
Sonja Cannon & kitten, Greg, Chris & Jennie Horne, Carolyn, Ethan, Ernie
Ernie & Carolyn Dake's House in Duluth, Georgia
by Whitney Johnson
We are well into the groove of summer. We have done a lot so far that I thought that you would like to hear. As you know, we went to my dad's side of the family reunion in northern California. That was a total blast and I am so glad we got to go. There were 18 of us grandkids, so as you might conclude ... we had lots of adventures and tons of fun.
The plane ride from Chicago to San Francisco was a very grueling four and a half hours ... and yes, we did eat the plane food. (It wasn't that bad, actually.) We got to hang out in San Francisco for a while, which was fun. (And I think Kim is telling you all the good stuff.)
In the coming up week, I am hosting a surprise party for one of my friends. So Kim and I have been spending PLENTY of time getting decorations, planning, and all that good stuff. (Is that GOOD stuff?) Anyway ... we will have a bunch of fun pulling that off.
That is all I can think of at this time of night ... so I will have to write back if I forget something. Have a good day and stay cool in this Minnesota heat.
We thought you would be interested to know that Elaine spent a couple days in the hospital this week. She got hit with severe vertigo and needed intravenous feeding (medication). Her doctor ordered a battery of tests. She went home after the evening meal Monday night and her daughter Muriel stayed overnight with her. She was dreadfully ill with it.
Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
Beaver, Caity, Jayce and I had a wonderful start to a long 4th of July weekend, leaving in the late afternoon on Friday for Don and Patty's cabin, north of St. Francis.
We were greeted by Donny and as we entered the lower level of the cabin, we could hear Patty playing us a fiddle tune up in the kitchen. (she's started lessons in the last few weeks), which was certainly appropriate to their beautiful "cabin" home.
Caity and Jayce fell in love with their new kittens and, of course, would have loved to bring some home. So, anyone looking for kittens, give them a call ... they've got some cute ones.
I got a kick out of watching one of the mother cats lying out on the front porch watching a little chipmunk. That chipmunk was one frozen "statue" for quite some time, but eventually managed to run off and escape. They gave me enough time to take three photos, but the chipmunk blends into the wood behind it a little too well to be easily spotted.
Donny cooked us a most marvelous feast. It was beautifully presented, too, which always impresses me. There was a long narrow plate of olives and peppers and a plate of chocolate dipped strawberries. We were served a MOST yummy red pepper soup along with mushroom toasts. The meal was cheesy potatoes, barbecued chicken and white asparagus. You really have not lived it up very well, until you've had a meal at the Andersons' cabin!
Shari and Ray joined us later on in the evening and we all stayed overnight. We managed to all stay up well after our normal bedtimes (that gets harder and harder, the older we get!). How time does fly when you are having fun! Finally, after many laughs and memories exchanged, we decided if we were to get up in the morning, we'd best head off to bed.
Thanks, Don and Patty, for sharing your home & delicious food with us!
Donny, the Cook
Patty playing us a tune with her fiddle
Photo Editor's Note: Kjirsten Swenson, our Bolivian correspondent, returned home for a month of vacation and stopped at Beaver & Donna Johnson's farm on her way back to North Dakota. She is planning to return to Bolivia to continue her independent study in August. On June 25, 2004, Donna Johnson wrote:
Had a lovely visit with Kjirsten, she is a sweetheart. It's no wonder her Bolivian family loves her. It was fun asking tons of questions and learning even more about her life there.
I made her hamburgers, veggies for salad and chocolate pudding (which was on her list, along with hamburgers). She loves salad and if she eats any in Bolivia they tease her about eating "pasture" food! Also had a fruit salad, but our fruit can't compare with all the wonderfully fresh, yummy sounding fruit she is used to eating! When Mitzi arrived we did have ice milk with rhubarb sauce and Kjirsten mentioned she'd not realized she'd miss rhubarb! So that was a hit too.
I hope she'll tell the story of her flight and travel here ... what a mess! They both had been up since 4 a.m. and we visited until 11, so I'm sure they were tired. Kjirsten said she did get a little sleep on the way here, but not much. Before she headed off to bed, she showed us all the bedbug bites on her legs and Mitzi teased her, "And this from a girl that wouldn't take a shower in the basement if there was even one spider there!" I'd say she's grown a little "tougher."
They are off today for Fargo and doing some fun things, by the sounds of it. It was fun to visit with both last night and some more this morning.
The Bolivian Beat
By Kjirsten Swenson
I was looking at the webshots page today and nearly drooled in the keyboard when I saw the Dutch babies Tyler made! I don't have my food list with me at the moment, but here's an incomplete rundown of what I'm most hungry for:
complete turkey dinner (I was robbed!)
chile with cornbread
fish, shrimp, etc.
marinated steak, or really any beef that hasn't been fried
grilled hamburgers (they fry them here in oil :(
salads, salads salads! At the moment I'm hungry for the black bean/corn one
cereal with ice cold skim milk
cinnamon rolls, caramel rolls
fresh whole wheat bread
fettucine and ham
barbequed grilled chicken
corn! We eat corn here, but it's starchy and not sweet.
spaghetti with meatballs
Dutch babies, of course
berries of all sorts!
So you've been warned :) I eat well here, but am really looking forward to eating the above in July!
Here's the photo link: http://community.webshots.com/user/7swensons kids album pages 3 & 4 both have Dutch baby photos.
Tyler's Dutch babies with stewed berries
Photo Editor's note: I had never heard of "Dutch babies" so I asked my Mitzi sister (Kjirsten's mom) what "Dutch babies" were and learned this from her:
Dutch Babies are an oven pancake. There used to be a restaurant chain called Pannekoeken. I think they served it with ice cream and fruit.
Preheat oven to 450 degrees.
Mix in blender: (serves 6) Simply reduce the recipe and pan size to serve fewer.
Add 1 1/2 C milk while blending
Add 1 1/2 C flour and blend 1 minute
Pour into hot 9 X 13 glass pan with 1 Tbsp. melted butter (put in preheating oven about 5 minutes to melt butter).
Bake 15-20 minutes.
Sprinkle with powdered sugar.
Serve with desired toppings including fruit, whipped cream, sweetened sour cream, lemon or syrup.
Tyler's favorite usually includes sweetened sour cream, stewed or fresh berries and whipped cream.
To check the spelling and get additional information, I searched Google.com and found this (and a whole lot more): http://www.geocities.com/NapaValley/4585/pancake.html
One of the things I like about this oven popover pancake recipe is that it is very simple to scale it down for one person or two ... 1 egg, 1/4 cup milk, 1/4 cup flour and scant 1/8 tsp. salt is just enough for a single serving. I wondered why they were called Dutch babies, but I think I figured it out: WHIP the egg first and then BLEND those babies for at least a minute to get a sturdy foam, and pick the right size pan to get a thick pancake. This is now a kitchen tested recipe in my kitchen, baked in a ramekin and served with sliced fresh peaches topped with sour cream sweetened with brown sugar and dusted with cinnamon. I'm thinking about peaches, fresh or poached, with a raspberry or blueberry sauce on top, too. ~ Jerrianne
Old Friend, New Subscriber from the Netherlands
by Frans de Been
Yes my first letter now..........(oops)
Well that's no big problem to make a letter to you but to make one that people find interesting to read that is harder.
Who I am and how we got to know each other:
Well I am now 52 years Young, married to Rian and father of 2 children a boy, Koen (19), and a girl, Marloes (15). (Frans1)
Four years ago, in 2000, Ary Ommert and I made a trip to Canada and the USA. In Canada we visited a friend of mine who I have had contact with for more than 18 years. First it was time to visit him. (Frans2)
After that visit we went to Denver, Colorado to pick up a car (Frans3) and start a trip to visit Ary's friends. America is big. This was a journey for me to find out and to learn many things. The people. The road. The way how they drive (decent). (Frans4) The food (extensive). The hospitality from all of those people that I don't know, yet they are still friendly. And all those nice big trucks .... (Frans5)
Yes, this was a great visit and still a movie that runs time to time in my mind. Yes, this was and is still one of my biggest and most impressing events of my life.
So we visit the family Anderson. First we went to a large house at Glencoe. (Frans6) There we met Curt Henderson and Dorothy and Don Anderson. Afterwards to the house of Donna and Beaver Johnson. There it was a very busy place where we were warmly welcomed. (Frans7)
The only thing that we didn't have at that visit was TIME. There was so much to see and to look for that one day was not enough. But we had a tight time plan that we must go on. We visit people in Hope, ND, the family "Morgan" and after 2 days saw something that I only see on posters, magazines and TV: Mount Rushmore. I can imagine that the US people must see this once in their life! I found it impressive. (Frans8).
The last week of the holiday we had a meeting of license plates in Denver. This was also a great event to be there. All those crazy people all around the globe to have one hobby: collecting plates. (Frans9) So this was a small letter from me to tell you how we met the family Anderson.
All the best regards from Holland,
Frans de Been
I squeezed myself under the taut electric fence, cradling a bounty of small green apples in my tiny arms. The hair on the back of my neck was raised to attention like a squadron of dutiful soldiers. I could hear the clamor of distant hooves striking the ground in cadence, growing nearer. The blood rushed through my oversized ears with a deafening roar and I was certain that I was living the final moments of my brief but beautiful life here on Earth.
"C'mon, he's gonna get you!" came my cousins' cheerful warning. I scrambled like a weasel from under the hen house, spilling half my apples onto the muddy ground.
Two girlish giggles rang a gleeful chorus. I spun around violently and clutched my remaining apples tightly to my concave chest. I released a column of air I had been holding hostage since we had left the apple tree in the middle of the pasture. There, behind me, was nothing. Only the late August wind, and the pillowy green waves of wind blown Norway Pines in the distance, writhing like a giant sea plant at the ocean's floor.
What a close call, I thought. I don't ever want to come that close to the bull again. But had I actually seen the bull? Well, not really, but I had heard his great thundering hooves and felt his fiery breath on my neck and that was enough proof for me. El Toro Diablo I may have nicknamed him if I were not seven years old and landlocked far away from the Spanish language and the people who speak it.
"Did you see him?" I asked my fidgety cousins, who seemed to have suddenly lost all interest in my close call with perilous fate.
"What?" said the older.
"The bull!" I answered, exasperated. "Was he close?"
"Close to what?" She flashed an Alfred E. Neuman smile.
"Close to me! What do you think? What's wrong with you? Did you fall on your head from the apple tree?"
"Forget about it. Let's go see if Grandma finished those Rice Krispies Bars."
And with that, the memory of the incident with the alleged bull was forgotten like a campaign promise in December. Grandmother's ethereal Rice Krispies bars were the only known phenomenon that could effectively compete with apple trees, wide open spaces, and the countless potential adventures that awaited among them.
Grandfather sat in his venerable rocking chair with the lacquered wooden arms and listened passively to a man who was broadcasting from St. Paul, Minnesota, talk about a place far away in Southeast Asia that may have just as well been on the moon. He was eating a whole onion that Grandmother had peeled for him with care and precision. He would pause inadvertently to sprinkle the large yellow onion with a liberal dousing from a salt shaker and then would continue eating the onion as if it were a sweet, summer apple.
I walked past Grandfather gingerly and into the kitchen where Grandmother was putting the finishing touches on her latest culinary coup as her parakeet chirped merrily away from its cage.
"Grandma?" I began, meekly. "Do we have a bull?"
"Heavens, no," she replied. "Where did you get that idea?"
I turned around to confront my cousins, but they were nowhere to be seen. If I would have had eyes in the back of my head, I might have seen my cousins sprint for the door the very moment the word "bull" had escaped my lips.
I enjoyed one of my Grandmother's gooey gastronomical wonders as she read to me the latest misadventures of our favorite miniature malcontent, Dennis Mitchell. Before she was finished, we were both laughing so hard that my earlier disillusionment with the bull was already a distant memory. It would come up again, however.
When I returned to Aunt Gertrude's farm the following week, I confronted my cousins.
"There is no bull. You lied about the whole thing." I was livid.
"Yes there is," replied the younger of the two. "Adults can't see it. Only kids."
What a fascinating concept: an animal that only children can see. I was intrigued.
"Baloney," I said.
"No, it's true," insisted the other. "The moon has to be full, too." My little brow furrowed like a leather catcher's mitt. I didn't know much about lunar cycles, so I would have to take their word for the condition of the moon on the occasion of our last sighting.
The sun hovered just above the horizon, an angry, orange ball that refused to succumb to gravity's pull.
"Okay, I believe you. Let's go back in the house."
"Chicken?" the older cousin asked with a smirk.
"Is the moon still full?" I asked, dodging her last question.
"It doesn't have to be full, only shining," the younger cousin replied.
"You said it had to be full."
"No, we didn't." That was that, there was no further debate needed on the subject. We sat in silence, waiting. The reluctant sun dipped below the horizon and darkness fell. The wind picked up and leaves scuttled like hermit crabs in all directions.
"Let's go," the older cousin said, and we followed her under the electric fence into the pasture. It was amazing to me that this idyllic meadow by day was such a garden of doom after the sun went down. I shivered, but I was not cold.
The pasture seemed to extend past the North American continent and beyond. I was certain that we must be in Iceland when my older cousin shushed us both and told us to get down.
"What?" I asked. "Did you see something?"
"I found an aggie," she said. I sighed heavily. I have always found it frustrating when people refuse to take supernatural phenomena seriously. I was beginning to think the whole thing was a waste of time, when we heard something crashing through the brush several yards away.
"It's the bull!" I heard myself scream.
"Run!" Screamed one of my cousins.
And run I did. I was nearly to the safe haven of Aunt Gertrude's doorstep when I noticed I was the only one running. I looked back slowly, fully expecting to see a cousin skewered on each bull horn, but saw only three laughing cousins and realized I had been set up. The two younger cousins had called their older sister into play and orchestrated an elaborate joke at my expense. I was actually relieved to find my suspicions regarding the mythical bull were correct and I could not help but smile at the perfection of their plan, despite my feelings of foolishness and betrayal.
My scheming cousins would play many a practical joke on me during my time spent at Aunt Gertrude's farm, but none would match the grandeur and mastery of the phantom bull joke. I still occasionally dream of being chased by a bull across that fragrant pasture of so many years ago. The peculiar thing is that I never actually get to see what the bull looks like, because as I turn to gaze on its monstrous face, the phantom bull fades. If I ever do get the chance to look into the bull's face, I imagine it will be a wearing an impish grin, reminiscent of one you might expect to see leering out at you from the cover of a Mad magazine.
This and That
by Elaine Wold
Hardy Shrub Roses
Some of the favorite plants for me to grow in my garden are the Hardy Shrub Roses. These are very winter hardy for our area. They were introduced at Morden, Canada, at the Experimental Station there. I love roses, with Rose as my middle name, named for Grandma Berndt, and ndrose for my e-mail address, but was disappointed many times with loss of plants over winter. Several years ago, while visiting the Bergeson Nursery and Gardens at Fertile, MN, I bought my first three plants on a fall sale. We laughed as we squeezed them into Mindy's car trunk to haul home.
I have over 3 dozen rose plants and enjoy sharing blossoms with others, including the local Leach Retirement Home residents in the next block.
Those of you who remember Grandma Cleo's rose garden east of the house will be happy to know that Muriel has put lots of time and effort into keeping those going, replacing if any die out. She shares with DeLoris and others who stop by, so Grandma's roses still are bringing joy to others, too.
Elaine with hardy shrub roses in her garden.
Morden Ruby (red), Morden Blush, (baby pink) and Morden Centennial (bright pink).
Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of 5
This Week's Birthdays:
July 18---Callie Printz
July 19---Marlee Freesemann
July 20---Susan Clark & Michael Miller (twins)
More July Birthdays:
July 1---Suzanne McCorkell
July 3---Vonnie Dake
July 5---LeRoy Dake
July 5---Jennie Horne
July 6---James Miller
July 7---Kim Johnson
July 13---Zach Bratten
July 15---Tom Morgan
July 19---Patricia Meyer
July 26---Tytus Myron
July 30---Justin Printz
July 31---Tim Myron
July 27--Larry and Sherry Dake (26 years)
July 29--Ardis and Charles Quick (32 years)
July Holidays & Observances
July 4---Independence Day
Jennifer Horne, Ph.D.
University of Arizona
May 15, 2004
Miss Hetty Says
Our congratulations may be a couple of months late, but we are thrilled to report that Jennie Horne won her Ph.D. this spring at 27, while working full time, with baby Ethan almost two years old and a daughter on the way. We are impressed. And we are truly proud to introduce TWO new doctors to this extended family, both graduated this season. Jennie Horne and Tami Hunt, please take a bow!
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?
Thanks again for a wonderful Bulletin!
I'm glad to have at least gotten to see the pictures of the cousins' get-together. It sure was a bummer to have missed it. However, we did have a wonderful time with Rich's family in California. We hadn't been out there for almost five years.
Excellent Bulletin! It was fun to see the photos from the reunion. I must add, it seems every week you get new subscribers!
I want to share these photos with you. Don should know that the hat he gave Doug has become very popular here at the lake and is loved by all, even our Otto. I think they're quite the pair ... they're good buddies. Doug spent most the evening trying to photograph Otto. He's so camera shy that every time he heard the camera bag's zipper he would go running. So, that's a real rare shot of him.
I have a squiggling niece in my lap, so I must go entertain her!
Doug's New Hat Is Otto's Favorite Hat, Too
Once again, I'm loving your Bulletin. Hope you've had a good week.... I'm just back into the office after being out last week, so I have tons of work to mill through.
I just finished #109 over my morning coffee and what a treat it was! I like to give The Bulletin its proper amount of attention, so I don't like to read it when I am tired or stressed. It was surely a good way to start off my morning this lovely midsummer day! The pictures were stunning, especially the one of Caity swinging in the tree branches and sunshine, good job, Donna! Duane with the kids in the pool was good, too. It was nice to hear from Ary again, as well. Elaine's column is getting wittier and wittier, what a cutup, that Auntie of mine!
We are really enjoying The Bulletin as it seems new ideas on it are coming up all the time. Those pictures of the different ones add such a special touch. I do remember a number of the Dake grandkids when they were babies and some a little older and it was a joy to see them all grown up now and some are grandparents. We do see Steve in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, during the winter a time or two... Keep up the good work, Dorothy, and the rest of you.
Another Battle Won!
By Don Anderson
Driver license testing is for the very young.
Upon moving to Minnesota from Missouri, I applied for a driver's license. I have to admit the tests were very confusing and had trick questions.
I got the Minnesota driver's manual and studied until I thought I knew all there was to know.
Much to my surprise, I failed miserably. The lady here in Alexandria really got my goat as she said, "Didn't you study the book?" in a smarty fashion.
I told her, I got a Missouri license good to 2006 and I intend to use it.
Next to Fergus Falls, MN for another test. I got a better score there but not enough to get a license.
At age 77, what do they expect? I never had driver's training and have driven well over sixty years, all over the USA and some in a few countries in Europe..
Then to Glenwood, MN. Feeling assured I would make it easy now. Only to find the birth certificate I had was a duplicate and so I was refused the test that day.
Due to "Homeland Security," a bogus law circulating our USA, I was required to get an original copy before I could test.
I called the State of North Dakota and after a week of red tape I heard they would now issue me my Birth Certificate -- upon sending the seven bucks.
With this and confidence of passing in a wink, I told the older man in charge of my past problems, and I really think he give me an "easy" test sheet.
I just made it and he asked if I wanted to review my test score. I told him, "NO, just give me my red sheet to take over to get this long disgusting job out of my life.
So it's not baseball or apple pie, but is there anything more American then getting your driver's license picture taken.
Certainly, we complain about common things: who to vote for, the best way to drive, or even the best way to cook a hamburger. But we all agree on one thing: our driver's license pictures are awful.
Is there a way to get a better picture? Maybe. Smile, comb your hair.
Well, nothing worked out the way I wanted it. My photos have always looked awful; I wonder if I got caught speeding, if the officer would recognize me as on the license.
Might as well know now that a license photo always looks bad and you really don't offer to show it to every Tom, Dick & Harry.
After touring Minnesota looking for driver's license testing stations, I am resigned to stay right here and not ever have to worry about another test to get a license.
However, my new license has a much better photo than previous licenses that I applied for. Will show it upon request.
Certainly, as we age we become better looking. I have proof of that!
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