Sunday, August 22, 2004
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The Morgan Family At Their Annual Lake Retreat
Back row: Ken Hellevang, Troy Freesemann, Tim Myron, Jeff Gauderman. Middle row: Ashley Morgan, Merna Hellevang, Marlee Freesemann, Mavis and Tom Morgan, Char and Jessica Myron. Front row: Ryan, Brandon and Lindsay Hellevang, Angelie and Alyssa Freesemann, Tytus and Zach Myron.
Morgan Family Annual Lake Retreat
by Merna Hellevang
Tom and Mavis (Anderson) Morgan and their family gathered at Head of the Lakes Resort on Lake Osakis, near Osakis, Minnesota, on July 15-18, 2004, for their second annual lake retreat. The family was joined by two special guests, Ashley Morgan, age 18, of London, England, and Jeff Gauderman, friend of Jessica Myron. Jeff is a recent graduate of the University of North Dakota and is newly employed in the Twin Cities. Ashley is the son of Tom's first cousin, Frank, and Sandra Morgan, London. Ashley and his twin brother, Ryan, have made several trips to the USA since their first visit in 1999.
Tom and Mavis brought their 5th wheel trailer and their boat. The Myrons also brought their boat, and everyone brought tents. We set up five tents near the trailer and several folding tables for meals. We enjoyed shrimp and alfredo sauce on noodles, submarine sandwiches, grilled brats and burgers, and sloppy joes accompanied by salads and desserts. The highlight was birthday cake to celebrate the July birthdays of Tom, Tim, Tytus and Marlee.
The favorite activity was being on the lake and the weather was perfect for tubing, skiing, wakeboarding and kneeboarding. It was a first boat ride ever for Alyssa and Angel. Lindsay waterskied for the first time. We also did biking and volleyball. The Amish neighbors set up a huge display of their hand-woven baskets in the driveway of the resort. We were impressed with their handiwork and made a few purchases.
Don and Dorothy drove out from Alexandria Thursday evening to check on us. We met up with them again at Sunday fellowship meeting in Alexandria. For lunch on Sunday we enjoyed a delicious buffet at Old Broadway in Alexandria. The group photo was taken there. On Sunday afternoon we packed up and returned home.
Next year we would like to have cabins on a Minnesota lake. If anyone has information about rentals for less than a week's time (4 days or so), please let us know.
A Shady Picnic at Morgan Family Lake Retreat
Intense Play on the Volleyball Court
Brandon Hellevang Waterskiing
A Boat ride
Marlee & Troy with Ty, Angelie, Alyssa, Jessica & Lindsay
by Janie Anderson
Dwight is still a welder at Ro-Banks Tool and Mfg. in Wahpeton. He's been there about 16 years now.
Wednesday I will be starting my 6th year of teaching in the Academic Services Department at North Dakota State College of Science in Wahpeton. I teach four classes of Beginning Algebra and spend the rest of my day tutoring in any math or chemistry classes that anyone is having problems with.
Brenda will be starting her 10th year of teaching kindergarten at Zimmerman School in Wahpeton. Nathan is a CNC operator at Wil-Rich Mfg. in Wahpeton. Jazmine is 14 months old and is a very busy little girl! Summer is not on the picture, but she's been their foster daughter since February. She is 4-1/2 years old and will again be attending Head Start this fall.
Rick is working on his dissertation this year for his Ph.D. in mathematics education at Portland State University in Portland, Oregon. His plan is to graduate next spring.
Barb is beginning her 5th year as an architect at Group McKenzie in Portland, Oregon.
Tami started her job yesterday as an optometrist at LensCrafters in WestTowne Mall in Madison, Wisconsin. Jason is a nuclear engineer in the Radiation Protection Section for the State of Wisconsin.
Melanie is working a temp job at eFunds in Woodbury, Minnesota. She is an accountant, but decided on a temp job rather than have to announce she's quitting so soon because they'll only be in The Cities for a few more months. Eric is a chemical engineer with 3M in St. Paul. In a few months he will be transferred to Brookings, South Dakota.
There you have it! What the Anderson/Hill/Hunt/Shockey families are doing!
Back row, L-R: Rick, Barb, Dwight, Janie, Melanie, Eric
Front row: Jason, Tami, Jazmine with Brenda, Nathan
by Melanie Shockey
Hi! We just wanted to wish you two [Dorothy & Don Anderson] a very happy 54th anniversary! It makes our 20 months of marriage sound like peanuts! But I guess you've gotta start somewhere!
We have been enjoying living in the Twin Cities these last few months. We were a little skeptical at first as to whether we'd really appreciate "big city" life, but we seem to have adapted! We've had lots of fun exploring the city and some state parks around the area. We've also been fortunate to have had a lot of family and friends come to visit us on the weekends.
Eric has made a few week-long treks to Brookings for work since he started at 3M in June. Makes us wonder why they didn't move us to Brookings right away! Hopefully, one of these times he goes, I'll be able to tag along and check out the area, since I've only been through on the interstate. We most likely won't be moving until at least April.
I'm keeping busy with my job at eFunds, a position I got through a temp agency. I'm basically doing general office work, so I'm not utilizing my accounting degree as much as I'd like to. It's fine for now, though, until I can look for something more permanent once we move.
I guess I'm not very newsy, but I just wanted to drop you a line with anniversary wishes for you two ... and also to give you an update so I don't get a past-due notice for my subscription to The Bulletin.
NEW SUBSCRIBER UPDATE
by Colette Huseby
I've been meaning to subscribe to The Bulletin for some time now as I usually have my parents forward it to me. So, here it is, a request to be added to the distribution list and a bit about us. I'm Argyle & Kathy Anderson's daughter (Beaver & D's niece). My husband Tim and I (both originally from Minnesota) have been living in California for the past 6+ years. We have two children, Erik and Ashley. Following is a bit of an update that I recently sent to a few relatives regarding our summer and upcoming trip to Minnesota.
Here is a link to some pictures from my trip to Anchorage in June with the kids to visit Mom and Dad. Check out how close to that moose Erik really is! Unfortunately, due to lack of vacation time, Tim had to stay home and work, but we came back in time for his birthday, so there are a couple of pictures of that as well.
Ashley is walking now, so I don't have to carry her around, but oh, does she love to climb! Erik turned 3 last Sunday and Ashley is 14 months. I love being home with them all the time.
We'll be in Minnesota from August 27 to September 5. (We leave that day.) We'll be in Duluth and north of there the first weekend to visit Tim's sister. During the week we'll be going to the State Fair. I'm not sure which day yet, but meet us there if you can --OR -- let us know if you can come into the Twin Cities area during our visit.
Argyle & Kathlyn Anderson, Erik & Ashley; Erik Huseby & Moose
by Eric Anderson
I'm sorry I haven't written in so very long. It's been an eventful month or so. In the middle part of July, Leona lost her job of almost four years at Barnes and Noble due to a disagreement between her and management. However, less than a week later she had another job at LensCrafters, so for the past few weeks she's been learning how to sell people glasses and soon she'll start on making glasses. It's not as exciting as her last job, but she'll be making a commission on every pair of glasses she sells, so it should be a nice pay increase.
Leona has a semester left on her English degree at the University of Minnesota, after which she'll be able to enter the teaching program. That should take about year. She's looking forward to getting some more in-class time.
I'm still at Office Depot, but hopefully not for much longer. I start school again in two weeks and I'll be taking only night classes, so I won't be able to work the same hours I have been for almost two years now. I'm actually going to start looking for a new job today. I've got to make up my resume and then go through all the papers. Wish me luck! If anyone in the Minneapolis is in need of someone in entry-level accounting or administration, please feel free to contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org
The plan, as it stands now, is to finish up at NHCC and then transfer to the University of Phoenix online for my bachelor's degree and possibly my master's degree. We'll see how it all works out, though.
As far as our anniversary goes, we won't be doing a whole lot of anything. We were originally planning on going to a Working family reunion out in Utah, but due to a lack of finances we had to cancel that. Tonight I have to work and tomorrow Leona has to work, so we were thinking that maybe we'd go to the museum on Wednesday, but that's about it. The nice thing is that we've had the entire summer to be together and do fun things, so while it's nice that's it's our first anniversary, it's almost like we've had a whole summer of anniversary.
Well I'd better get going. I've still got a lot of work to do today. Keep up the good work with The Bulletin.
Eric and Leona
by Christopher M. Chap
Hi, how are you doing? Not so bad here, after turning the big 25. The plan for the night was to go to Buca's in Maple Grove and have dinner with Jessy, Lori, and Weston. To my surprise, Jessy had invited some of my friends to dinner to have a little surprise party for me. We had a group of about fifteen people and we had quite the time. I even had to get up in front of everyone and dance a little when they were singing Happy Birthday to me. I'm thinking that I should have picked someplace else that doesn't embarrass one like that. Oh well, it was a good time. I attached a picture from the party, if you would like to attach it to The Bulletin.
Chris Chap (right) and friends celebrate the big 25 at Buca's
by Doug and Brianna
Check out this 35 inch, 13 lb., Northern that Brianna pulled out of Lake Osakis last Sunday! Eat your heart out, Wyatt! I don't mind a bit that my girlfriend outfishes me if she keeps on pulling in beauties like this! She claims her arm is still sore from the fight, although I think this might be an excuse to keep mentioning the fish, which she seems to do about every fifteen minutes since she caught it. We will be discussing something completely unrelated and she will interject- "I caught a big fish..." Oh well, I guess I would want to boast too, if I had landed such a lunker. She has been teaching me the fine art of fly fishing this summer but I think she might have traded in her flies for Shad Wraps since she has tasted the glory of trolling for the big ones. You won't catch one like that on a fly!
Brianna with 13 lb. Northern Pike
Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
Caity and Jayce in front of the Carousel Building
We had to stop for a ride ... and that was a hit!
On our way home from the Berndt Family Reunion, the day being so nice, I realized how little we'd done this summer. With summer slipping away so quickly, we decided it would be nice to do our annual visit to the Carousel and the Zoo in Wahpeton.
Caity, Jayce, Becky and Dave all had a ride, having the ride completely to themselves, so they were bound to have gotten just the right horse that way! Caity chose Berta again; I think she might have ridden that one last year, too, as the name was familiar.
Then we ventured over to the zoo and made the complete circuit, a "first" for Becky. She'd missed the upper part her other visits. We did get a wheelchair for her, as walking is tough with the brace on her leg (because of a torn ligament). With the nice breeze, gorgeous blue skies and NO BUGS, we had a wonderful zoo visit.
The otters were definitely a big hit, very entertaining with their frolicking and swimming, as though they were showing off for us. Not sure though, if they would have won first place, as the monkeys and apes probably tied or won, depending on which of us you talked to. We did two visits to each of those exhibits.
The monkeys had a young baby that was just starting to try his luck under his own power, but the mother never let him get far from her. She preferred carrying him everywhere she went. It was funny to watch them. I sat and watched for some time and would have done so longer, enjoying the weather and the entertainment, if the younger ones hadn't always wanted to be on to the next thing. (Oh, the impatience of youth! ;-)
I'd say it was a "HIT" and a fantastic summer day!
The otters were a hit at the zoo
Becky, Jayce, and Caity get a peek at them
California, Here We Come! P
The Johnson Family Reunion
To be continued ... when Kim Johnson returns from another adventure...
Pannekoeken (Pancakes) in the Netherlands
by Ary Ommert, Jr.
In Bulletin Number 111, Dorothy and Don told how we got to know each other and about their trip to the Netherlands and visits to other European countries. Pancakes (Pannekoeken in Dutch) are made from flour, milk and eggs. Baked and you can eat them with sugar, marmalade , strawberries or ice cream.
Nowadays many more toppings are used on the pancakes. We eat them as an in between but sometimes as dinner with extra ingredients. Dutch pancakes are flat and round; children often choose to eat them for a birthday party.
When I started to collect license plates from all over the world, I became a member of the ALPCA, a club in the USA for collectors. In the membership roster I chose Don and asked him if he was interested in trading plates -- and he was willing to do that. We started a correspondence and traded plates many times. Remember the first visit to Don and Dorothy as unique, in one word. Meeting people you only know from a picture we send by mail made me feel a bit nervous. But when I arrived in Minneapolis on the first visit, I felt as if I had known them for years. That first visit was great every day and I met many members of the family. Don let me even drive his Cadillac. Howard Lake was the town they lived in on my first visit and I had a wonderful time there. I brought Dutch cheese and Delft China as souvenirs for Don and Dorothy.
As I said before, my first visit and meeting Don and Dorothy was great and, personally, I like the pies in the USA better than the Dutch pannekoeken.
Greetings from the Netherlands,
Ary Ommert, Jr.
The Matriarch Speaks W
by Dorothy (Dake) Anderson
I have a very special announcement to make -- so draw up your chairs and listen carefully! We have an author in our midst who has won a special honor -- David (Beaver) Johnson. TAKE A BOW!
And now let his wife tell us a few details:
Today Beaver got a letter from the American Legion. It came to him from Alan Zdon of St. Paul, Minnesota. It included this memo: This is for your Memorial Day essay --Congratulations...
Beaver won first place in the Guest Editorial, in this year's NALPA Best Papers Contest. (The National American Legion Press Association was founded in 1923 for the mutual improvement of the Legion Press -- by mutual endeavor.) The letter stated: The National American Legion Press Association appreciates your time, dedication, and expert ability in publishing an award winning publication such as yours.
The award would be presented during the Annual Awards Banquet on August 30, 2004, in the Gaylord Opryland Hotel in Nashville, Tennessee. We leave on our planned trip to Washington, D.C. on September 1, so I guess we will not be there for the presentation of Beaver's award.
from The Bulletin #103 - Sunday, May 30, 2004
This piece appeared in the Minnesota Legionnaire as well as the Ashby Dalton Post.
We march down the long sloping street, lined with people, all rising in honor of the American flags our Legion Color Guard carries. The flags catch the wind as we come out from the tree-lined street, and the flag carriers struggle to control the whipping cloth. We are growing older now, and the flags and rifles are heavy, but we march proudly, shoulders back, striding in step to the Hup, twoup, threeup, fooe, of the caller's cadence. Ahead of us, across the highway, between the Veterans' Memorial and the gray gravestones of the cemetery, we see the crowd, waiting. Latecomers stream from cars lining the roadsides, joining the crowd, filling the small parking lot and spilling out onto the green lawn.
We make the turn into the cemetery drive, pressed close by the crowd, as they part to give us room to march through. We turn again and halt, facing the five polished, black stones of the Veterans' Memorial, surrounding the flagpole, guarding the big American flag rippling in the breeze. Small flowers bloom in carefully tended beds near the black stones. Service flags ripple near the podium, where the Legion Commander sits ramrod straight, wearing his best suit and his Legion cap. With him are the minister, the speaker, and the Post Adjutant.
The crowd gathers, visiting, waiting, but staying at a distance. It grows quiet as the Legion Commander steps up to the microphone. The program is brief. A few words from the Commander, a short speech, the minister offers a prayer. Sometimes there is a solo. The band plays. I hear little of it. I see the kids in the crowd, moving about, not paying attention. I think of the soldiers only a few years older than the kids, who fought and died, barely yet men, with a whole lifetime of living and loving ahead of them. I look away from the kids, look again at the flowers.
The speeches are over soon, and the Commander leads the way from the podium to the American flags spaced across the front of the memorial. Each year, I have the same thought. There are too many. Each flag represents a member of our Legion Post who has died during the past year. As the Adjutant reads the final roll call, the Commander and his entourage salute each flag in turn. I remember each man, and how he was. Most of them, I knew well. It will not be the same without them. They ate with us, drank with us, marched with us. We disagreed, sometimes argued, but we were comrades, veterans, Legionnaires.
Solemnly, the group returns to the speakers' stand. The minister prays. The first grade class places wreathes on the graves. The band plays. After so many years of participating in this ceremony, I cannot tell you the order of the program. For me, the people evoke such emotion that the structure is lost.
Ten- hut! The color guard snaps to attention. I wonder if the crowd sees us as a group of middle aged, graying farmers and carpenters and retired businessmen, or do they see us as we feel, soldiers again, standing straight, ready to do our duty. Firing squad, fall out! Those of us who carry rifles leave the formation. We line up, away from the crowd, facing west. Firing squad, ten-hut! Prepare to fire! We step back, raise our rifles. Aim! Fire! Three times, the seven of us fire. The first volley is ragged, the second better. The last volley is crisp, perfect. Present arms! Once again, we snap to attention, holding rifles vertically in front of us. After the crashing reports of the rifles, the silence is deafening. The crowd is silent; the kids are still, waiting, frozen in place.
From the cemetery, out of our sight, the first notes of Taps ripple across the grass. Little shivers run up and down my spine. I blink back tears, not looking to see if anyone else does the same. How many times have we heard these melancholy notes as one of our comrades was laid to rest?
Fall out! The Memorial Day program is over for another year. Little boys swarm around us, looking for empty shell casings. I watch them, and hope they never have to fight as did those we honor today.
We mingle with the crowd, visiting, greeting friends. Buses are waiting to take us back uptown. Slowly, we filter through the crowd and climb aboard. Every year, someone says, "Can you believe all the people that were here today? It seems like there are more every year. All the things they could be doing on this nice Memorial Day, and they chose to come here this morning. We can be mighty proud of the people in our community."
We talk, and sometimes laugh, on the trip uptown. But sometimes an old soldier stares off into the distance, thinking, remembering.
Beaver is in the Color Guard's front row -- on the very left corner.
This and That
by Elaine Wold
I noticed the title by my name says "Wahpeton correspondent" and then I began to wonder... How many of our readers have been to this area and what does it have to offer? I like to promote our small city in various ways. I have been told numerous times that I should work for the Chamber of Commerce.
Wahpeton is located in the corner of North Dakota, where on a clear day one can see into Minnesota and South Dakota. It can be reached on Highways 1-29 and 13 in Dakota and by Highway 210 in Minnesota. Railroad service by Burlington and Red River Valley Railroads, along with the Harry Stern Airport, also provide transportation.
Wahpeton means "leaf village " in Indian language. It was founded in 1869 by Morgan Rich, for whom Richland County is named. The area surrounding the city is known for some of the finest agricultural land in the world. Adjoining is sister city Breckenridge, Minnesota, with the combined population exceeding 14,000 people.
A number of recreational activities can be found, including the sports and recreational programs of the local public and private schools, as well as the State School of Science. Camping and fishing are popular at the giant size Wahpper, the world's largest catfish, which is 40 feet long. Gymnastics, bowling, golfing, playgrounds, parks, as well as a new swimming pool with water slide, are available. Tourists will enjoy visiting the Richland County Historical Museum with the little country school, the Chahinkipa Zoo, and the restored 1926 carousel.
Large employers in the area include manufacturing places, such as Ro-Banks, Primewood and Primeboard, Cargill corn plant, and MinnDak Sugar Beet factory. Professional health service is provided at several nursing homes, along with the St. Francis Medical center, which will be opening a new facility in the spring of 2005.
Plan to visit Wahpeton during your next vacation break ... and stop in for a visit with the lady at 610 4th Street North. Tell her you read about it in The Bulletin and you will receive a free cup of coffee ... and refills, too.
Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of 5
This Week's Birthdays:
August 24---Becky Chap
August 26---Donna Richards
This Week's Anniversaries:
August 28---Merna and Ken Hellevang (22 years)
More August Birthdays:
August 7---Weston Johnson
August 7---Melanie Lehtola
August 11---Mitchell Miller
August 16---Jason Ouick
August 16---Darryl McNeill
August 16---Roddy McNeill
August 19---Chris Chap
August 19---Jordan Nicole Indermark (1 year old)
August 30---Jessica Myron
August 30---Ethan Horne (2 years old)
August 31---Devan Alexander Seaman (2 years old)
More August Anniversaries:
August 5---Mitzi and Sheldon Swenson (27 years)
August 5---Wes and Jo Anne Sigman (15 years)
August 15---Diana and Russ Martin (28 years)
August 15---Dorothy and Don Anderson (54 years)
August 16---Eric & Leona Anderson (1 year)
August 19---Vonnie and LeRoy Dake (56 years)
Miss Hetty Says
My boss has great news to share: her youngest son, Doug, is tying the knot! You all know Brianna Jordet -- she is the catcher of "big fish" (see last Update, above) and illustrator of The Danger Ranger stories Doug writes. I hear that their formal announcement is coming soon. They will be moving into their new home soon after the wedding. They have a more formal shindig planned for their one year anniversary, when they will have more time to plan it. Not exactly conventional, but they aren't exactly conventional kind of folks!
Thanks to Donna Johnson for sending me the scoop on Jordan Indermark's First Birthday celebration:
We were invited to Jordan's first birthday party last Saturday. This first party (she's having another in Florida) was held at her Grandpa George Larson's in Paynesville. Becky, Dave, Caity, Jayce and I attended, along with many other relatives.
The little birthday girl was busy indeed, playing with the kids and new toys that she's accumulated since arriving in Minnesota. She thoroughly enjoyed her piece of birthday cake, putting more in her mouth than on her body, as most other one year olds seem to do!
Jordan's First Birthday Cake
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?
Great Bulletin again! I enjoyed seeing the pictures of the farm again. I also have many memories of it and Carl and Lollie and also Tom. I remember thinking that he was just the coolest!
Good morning to both of you, Aunt Diana and Cousin Dorothy. Thanks to The Bulletin, I see you two ladies and your husbands share the same anniversary date. Hope you all had a special day. (Interesting that Aunt Diana and I have the same birth date.) I keep hoping my work will send me to Minneapolis again, but nothing appears on the horizon.
Dorothy, the farm pictures of your family reunion were wonderful. I was awfully young, but my hazy memory reminds me of visiting your family farm in the mid 50's.
The Bulletin was GREAT this weekend with all the relative pictures ... Putting faces with the names has added a lot. Stories and happenings are always good ... but it really is great to see the pictures, too. It was outstanding!
It was fun to see a picture of Elaine, who writes so much that you share with me ... her thoughts and forwards.
Thanks to Donna for including the recipe for Microwave Dill Pickles. My mother and grandmother were prodigious canners in my younger years and I spent many hot summer days helping them "put up" jars of fruits and vegetables, jams and jellies, pickles and relishes and even ketchup! I hadn't canned anything in years, but the idea of making ONE jar of pickles in the microwave caught my fancy.
I don't keep canning jars above the half pint size around, but I had recently emptied a jar of kosher garlic dill spears bought at the store months ago (retail price $3.99). I figured that would do ... though it wasn't a quart jar, but only a pint and a half.
In my childhood, I'd have fetched a head of dillweed from my mother's garden, but there is none in mine. Perhaps I could have used dillweed from a bottle in my spice rack, if I'd known how much to use, but it has no seeds. I finally found a little plastic case of organic dill, also with no seeds, for $1.99 in the third grocery store I checked. So I bought some cucumbers ... overbought, in fact, scoring four good sized "cukes" at $1 each ... more than twice the capacity of my jar.
Then I needed pickling salt. I asked my sister Kathlyn. She convinced me that iodized table salt from my cupboard would turn the pickles dark and the surrounding liquid cloudy. Not good enough, I decided. I went back to the store, but the first one I checked had none ... only table salt with "yellow prussiate of soda" as an anti-caking agent instead of the calcium silicate in my carton of Morton's iodized salt.
I went home confounded and checked the Internet. In one place I read that yellow prussiate of soda wouldn't turn canning liquids cloudy, as calcium silicate might do. I read another citation from a Chinese chemical company that said yellow prussiate of soda was another name for sodium ferrocyanide and "The product is manufactured by hydrogen cyanide which is synthesized by oxidation from methane and ammonia." It also said "... it decomposes into very toxic hydrocyanic acid when run into a acid." Pickles are made with vinegar, which is an acid ... uh, never mind...
So I went to Safeway and found two kinds of canning and pickling salt ... in 2.5 lb. boxes for $2.49 ... but I only needed 2 teaspoonfuls. So I looked around some more, considering and rejecting kosher salt and sea salt, which would need to be measured by weight, as the coarser grind throws off the amounts. I finally spied a little bottle of popcorn salt ... pure sodium chloride, ground fine like pickling salt ... maybe even finer, but probably close enough in small quantities ... for $1.99.
I washed and boiled my salvaged jar, peeled a couple of small cloves of garlic, added half my dill and cut two cucumbers into spears. I packed the jar and added sugar and white vinegar from my pantry and popcorn salt from the bottle. I microwaved it five minutes. I put on safety glasses in case the weaker jar happened to explode. It didn't. I capped the jar and left it on the kitchen counter for a day and then refrigerated it.
The pickles turned out perfect! Mmmmm ... good! I added up my costs ... $5.98 plus ingredients I had on hand ... half again as much as an equivalent jar of store bought dill pickles. BUT I still have two more cucumbers and plenty of everything else on hand. So as soon as I turn those two extra "cukes" into more dill pickles, I'll break even on cost and the only thing left over will be popcorn salt. Sounds like a deal to me!
Q: What's Irish and sits in your backyard?
A: Patty O' Furniture.
Jayce had an ice push pop on Saturday and his face got red all around his mouth. Jessy took him in to clean him up; when she was done, she asked him if she'd gotten all the red off. His answer, "Yes, except my lips, and they don't come off!"
We were sitting down to eat, when Beaver arrived. He'd been in the Color guard for two parades on Saturday. So, when Jayce saw him he said, "It's my MARCHING Grandpa!"
Lori had made delicious artichoke and spinach dip on Saturday. I'd given Jayce two pieces of toasted french bread, spread with the dip. I noticed the pieces were on his plate and asked him if he was going to eat them. I hadn't noticed yet that he'd eaten the dip off the toast pieces, nor had Chris.
Chris went to get more toast and found none, yet saw there was dip left. Seeing that Jayce hadn't eaten his, he asked, "Can I steal one?" Jayce answered him with, "You can steal TWO!" (After all, he'd eaten all he'd wanted from them! He loved the dip.)
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