Sunday, January 16, 2005
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A Wedding Reception, A 6th Birthday Party & Xmas Gift Exchange
The Gathering of the Clan
by The Matriarch
The Johnson home on their farm outside of Ashby really was a busy place last weekend when Donna and Beaver entertained the family!
It all started on Saturday, with the arrival of their combined family (Lori, Chris, Weston, Wyatt, Jolene, Rylie and Brook). As you probably guessed, their pets came to visit, too.
Also there as overnight guests were Donna's brother Don and his wife Patty and their children (Eric, Leona and Zach). I do think their pets stayed at home!!
Don treated them all to a meal out at Melby, anything from chicken to prime rib was ordered. Afterwards they came back home and Donna baked goodies while the rest played games.
Sunday afternoon was the appointed time for the balance of the family to arrive. The trouble was that an unexpected snow squall arrived in the middle of Minnesota just as the rest of the family were to travel through it! I am not going to go into all the gruesome details. Suffice it to say, traveling in a white-out is nerve wracking! Having your vehicle stop on the freeway is discouraging. Sliding into the median ditch is not exactly a treat. Then to add insult, being nudged almost into the ditch by a snow plow can get on your nerves...
Still, none of the indignities of the storm kept our family from arriving for the festivities, even though not quite at the time appointed!
Our afternoon was spent listening to music, eating lovely food, and watching our newlyweds open their gifts. (Becky and Dave were pleased to receive so many wonderfully useful gifts.) And with the gifts they received our love and best wishes.
We then had our belated holiday gift opening ... a rather fun but frustrating game that has been our way of being sensible in spending. It involves everyone bringing individual $10 gifts for someone of the same gender; then it calls for drawing your number for the order of choosing your gift ... but don't get too attached to it ... because those left to draw may draw a wrapped package or one already taken... Certain people are pretty shifty! It was exciting, and so was the "White Elephant" exchange that followed.
The weather was now through with its tricks and we each loaded up our belongings and returned to our homes, planning how next year would go -- probably much the same -- but this time probably at son Don's cabin or else at son Doug's St. Cloud classic...
One last note: we had only two missing guests -- Heidi in New Mexico, and Jessy who had to work... Maybe next year we will all make it! See you then, Dear Family!
Brianna gets to keep the scarf, after all!
Beaver Johnson and Brianna Anderson-Jordet catch up on the latest while waiting for the rest to arrive (left); Doug and Brianna Anderson-Jordet (right). Just see the lovely scarf! This was a "twice given" gift. First a lucky pick -- but too bad taken from her (see the game description). However; Hubby Doug rescued it for her when his turn came! "Very becoming," say Patty Anderson and Jolene Johnson from their perch on the bed. Why the bed? The games were held in the bedroom sitting room at the lower level so I could be there, too. NICE!
Grandma Donna and Grandpa Don enjoyed good visits.
Caity was very pleased with the blanket she received -- a reception gift to her! (Jayce got a blanket, too.) Grandpa Don Anderson with Dan Henderson and his fiancée, Gina Edwards, right. When Dan's brother, Ben, married Heather Overby on Thanksgiving weekend, we expected Dan to be the next groom and Gina the next bride. Then Kurt and Jeni Larson got married the next week and David and Rebecca got married the last week of December. Hang in there, Dan and Gina -- Hawaii in March is right around the corner, and the third time is the charm, they say!
Becky and David O'Brien open wedding gifts at reception.
We enjoyed this part of the day, which included pieces of David and Becky's wedding cake served with lunch. We wish the wedding couple Good Days -- and Continuing Love!
UPDATE -- Tsunami Disaster Relief Mission ... almost there!
by Shari (Miller) Schweiger
As reported in last week's Bulletin, Kurt Larson's ship, the USS Bonhomme Richard, left San Diego without Kurt on board. Now he is flying to catch up with the ship, diverted to Sumatra to provide food, fresh water and medical care for tsunami victims. We asked Shari, his mom, to keep us posted on his whereabouts and we asked her to tell us about his duties aboard the ship.
I spoke with Kurt just minutes before he boarded his plane. He was full of anticipation of the months ahead ... told me he feels "privileged to serve" in an area of the world so in need of a helping hand.
Kurt is an E5 ET ... to the best understanding from a Mom level, E5 is the first level of petty officer. (He said it means he will never have to scrape paint or chewing gum off floors again.) The ET means he is an electronics technician.
I was lucky enough to tour his last ship. On that ship he maintained and repaired the electronic communications equipment between the control tower and the airplanes and helicopters. He also had to test and pass the first level of security clearance, as he was maintaining and repairing the communications equipment between the ship and shore, etc.
He loved working in the tower with the air traffic controllers, especially at night; he said the view of the stars is spectacular at sea. He should be assigned to the same task on the new ship ... but with the delays, he won't know until he arrives.
Here is an e-mail from Jeni, Kurt's wife (incorporating another e-mail from Kurt):
by Jeni Larson
San Diego, CA
I received an e-mail from Kurt at half past midnight last night. He said it was 4:40 p.m. there, so if the time on my computer is correct, that would make him 16 hours ahead of me (California time), 15 hours ahead (Arizona time), 14 hours ahead (Minnesota time), and 13 hours ahead (Florida time). I think! This is what he had to say.......
"I made it to Singapore, slept for a couple hours at the base hotel and hopped on another Navy ship that was in port but getting ready to leave for the same general area that my ship is in. Once we get in the area, they will fly me over in a helicopter and drop me off (not too literally, I hope). So for the next couple of days, I will be on this ship with very limited e-mail access, it seems. Anyway I will write when I can and I hope this letter finds you well. Please let my (our) family know that I'm safe and sound and I will e-mail them, as well, when I have the chance." -- Kurt
I will make sure to forward him all of your e-mail addresses so that he can add them to his address book... Or you can drop him a line at email@example.com and that way he will already have your address. I am thinking it will be a few days before he gets settled on his own ship and then, hopefully, he will have more access to the Internet than he does now.
Photo Editor's Note: There is a great deal of information about the work being done in Sumatra from Kurt's ship, the USS Bonhomme Richard, on this official Navy web site's news section here:
These stories are interesting and often heartwarming ... not only the tons of supplies delivered, but volunteering to fill thousands of containers with fresh water and building equipment from surplus parts to do it ... caring for helicopter crewmen injured in a crash in their floating hospital, baking thousands of brownies plus cookies and cornbread in their bakery and reaching into their own pockets to donate money for more aid to victims in some of the very hardest hit areas. Go Navy!
UPDATE -- Student Introductory Sketch -- Jessica Myron
by Jessica Myron
UND, Grand Forks, ND
I am related to you through my Grandma Mavis Morgan. Mavis is Don's sister, and you are married to Don. So you are my.....? Great Aunt, I guess.
I go to school at the University of North Dakota in Grand Forks. This is my second year here, and I am majoring in nursing. I started the Nursing program this last fall, so I will graduate in May 2007.
What I like to do in the spare time that I have, which isn't much during school: I like to snow ski (if we have snow and a few hills). I also like to read books, play the piano, and go to hockey and basketball games. I also enjoy playing walleyball and was on a league last semester.
I teach piano lessons two days a week to 9 kids and enjoy seeing their progress. Other than that I spend my time locked in my room with my head in the books!
I'm attaching a picture of myself that I cropped from another picture. If it doesn't work, I give you permission to put in a different picture of me. :)
Jessica Myron (left); Eric & Leona Anderson (right).
UPDATE -- Student Introductory Sketch -- Eric Anderson
by Eric Anderson
Brooklyn Park, MN
The Matriarch is my Grandma! Her oldest son, Don, is my dad.
I go to school at North Hennepin Community College and major in accounting.
I live just outside of Minneapolis in Brooklyn Park with my wife, Leona, and our two cats in a one-bedroom apartment. We enjoy getting together with friends and family, and we always look forward to entertaining.
Editor's Note: Click here to read about Eric and Leona's wedding in Bulletin #57.
FAMILY UPDATE -- We've Moved!
by Patty Henderson
Well, it's official. We are now residents of the town of Minnetrista. We moved to our new home on January 7th, 8th, 10th.... We are amongst a mountain of boxes, but it feels good to be able to spread our wings a bit.
Our new address is:
3959 Covey Trail
Minnestrista, MN 55375
Rachel has decided to finish her senior year in Glencoe, so that means she is now driving about 27 miles each way, but only has until the end of May. Curt is only 15 minutes from work and I am 30 minutes.
We have plenty of room for company, so feel free to join us sometime for coffee, a meal, the night or all of the aforementioned!
We do plan to send pictures, but right now our camera is "in the shop," so will make that a later assignment.
Hope all are keeping warm in the north country and dry in the south country!
Will let this do for now.
Patty (the matriarch's YOUNGEST daughter)
Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
Cops Catch Culprit Who Ran Away
Knowing that Breckenridge was 20 miles down the road to the left (the direction the kid had tried to turn), Beaver called their police station and told them about the kid that hit our van last Friday and then ran off. (The kid had told me he only had 20 more miles to go and he'd driven 1200 miles from Tennessee.) Someone contacted Tennessee and he was a runaway with a mother looking for him (he's only 17), so he was in their system. They all put the pieces together and located him.
The highway patrol officer told Beaver we might still have problems, if he didn't confess. But he did confess and he does have insurance, so we lucked out. Beaver thought our "uninsured" would cover it, but not if they can't be proven as being involved. Then it would have affected our collision and we'd have had to pay a deductible. So, we're glad they found him!
Lots of extra messing around to get it all taken care of, with time involved in getting it fixed, so he created a hassle for Beaver, but at least Beaver tracked him down!
Baby Brook, tended by Kim Johnson, left, and Caity Chap, right.
The Matriarch Speaks W
by Dorothy (Dake) Anderson
Starting with Bulletin 124, I planned to run biographical sketches of the members of our staff. Now that this has been done, I want to run sketches and pictures of the readers and subscribers who have not already done introductions. Please tell us about yourself. What is your work and what else do you do with your time? How are you related or what friend introduced you into the family? I am hoping that you can share family photos and background sketches. Send all manuscripts and pictures to me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Getting To Know Those Who Came Before
Soon after Our Web Page was set up and in operation Miss Jerrianne informed me that if I did a Google.com search for Dorothy Dake Anderson I would have a surprise. Well, of course, it took me a while to get to it (like maybe 30 seconds), and when I searched -- what do you know? There I found the following headline and web page description: ABDC_. JOSEPH DAKE II FAMILY ... ABDCBACAC. Dorothy May Dake Dorothy was born on April 9, 1926 at Howard Lake, MN...
To say I was surprised would be a mild statement ... but it turned out that this item was not what Miss Jerrianne was expecting me to get excited over! Because at that time our new web page for The Bulletin was a third listing under that search... (It has since dropped out of sight.) I was thrilled doubly when I found the Web Page entry of our dear Bulletin all prettied up. We lost our fame on that fairly shortly... but the entry of Amy Dake Mellon (or probably any of you Dake members) on the Google.com search will still bring you ABDC_. JOSEPH DAKE II FAMILY. Just try it and see!
Now that the Editor for Photography and Setup is into tracing her ancestors, I decided to see who had done the genealogy on the Dake search ... and asked Jerrianne how to go about it... Well, while I slept, she did some exploring and found that the Joseph Dake II Family is searched from something Maurice Dake has collected ... and maybe some of you Dakes already know who he is ... but for those who don't, why don't you find these two links that Jerrianne discovered:
It turns out that our second cousin Leslie Green had helped Maurice get started on his search. Leslie has done quite a bit further back than this one goes, but so far I have not contacted Maurice, who said he is writing a book in this genealogy forum post:
There are many messages from people researching the Dake and Deake lines here:
Additional information was turned up by searching for "Deake" on Yahoo.com
Here is an excerpt from Bulletin 21, published February 14, 2003, on Dakes who served in the Revolutionary War:
Let's Ask Mom or Grandma
My first answer will be in response to the question posed by Doug in last edition's Thinking Aloud in St. Cloud column concerning relatives in The Revolutionary and Civil Wars. Most of our ancestors came to the USA from Denmark (the Andersons), Germany (the Berndts), and Ireland (the Mellons and Doyles) in the 19th and 20th centuries.
They were too late to fight in the Revolutionary War, and that is the conflict I am going to write about this time. That leaves the Cheney (my Grandma) and the Dake families. The Cheneys were early pioneers and I expect my Grandma had relatives (uncles or cousins) that fought in the Revolutionary War -- but no one has researched to see, so that will remain a supposition.
Now comes the knowledge we have of the ancestors that preceded my dad. The reason we know about them is through the extensive research done by our cousin Leslie Green. He is no longer living -- his death occurred in the year 2000. He was a Dake through his mom, who was a daughter of Dad's Uncle Frank.
Dakes of Colonial New England
Who Served in the Revolutionary War
Our ancestors were descendants of the family of George and Susannah Deake (pronounced the same as the present day spelling, Dake.) They had married on June 15, 1721, in the town of Westerly, Rhode Island. George had emigrated to the colonies in 1718 from England.
At least 10 of the family of George and Susannah served in the Revolutionary War. Lemuel Deake died in the service of the Continental Army of Connecticut in 1780.
Immanuel Deake served as a Sergeant Major during the war. In 1803 he moved to Canada and from him descended a line of Canadian Dakes. He moved back to the U.S. in 1832 and then drew a pension for war duty.
Joseph and Benjamin Deake were twin brothers. They were from Hopkinton, Rhode Island. They were born November 27, 1753. Benjamin enlisted in 1776 under Captain Christopher Gardner and Colonel James Varnuk in the 12th Company Rhode Island troops. According to papers in his claim for pension, filed in 1832, he was one of the 2,200 men who crossed the icy Delaware with General Washington on the night of December 26, 1776. Benjamin died March 4, 1837, and was buried in West Windsor, Vermont. Leslie Green visited the grave and recorded that the grave is marked with a Revolutionary SAR marker.
I did not find information on the other seven -- but you can do some research yourself in the big blue book that LeRoy copied and assembled for all of us from the information he received from Leslie. The name of the book is THE DAKE FAMILY OF COLONIAL NEW ENGLAND --DESCENDANTS OF RICHARD AND GEORGE DEAKE *DAKE
If anyone else has more information, please share!
Prior to moving to the rented farmhouse, where we lived when our first daughter was born, Sherry and I lived in a small apartment above our shoe repair shop. At one time the apartment had been a downtown office. It had very high ceilings. The apartment door, at the top of a very long stairway, had a window above it. Our other two windows looked out over the asphalt parking lot at the rear of the shop.
There was a ladies’ dress shop on one side of our shoe repair shop, and a drug store on the other. In the late evenings when the shops were all closed, we’d often sit on the front step and watch some birds that would be flying so high above the downtown area we could barely see them. They would repeatedly dive -- making a whirring, whistling sound with their wings. I always wondered why free birds chose to hang out right above the downtown. It was concrete, brick, and glass; frequented by cars, trucks -- and an occasional pedestrian.
On those long summer evenings, little did we know I would soon have a run-in with the long arm of the law.
"IT'S THE POLICE!"
By Larry Dake
The night was hot and sultry. I was lying on the floor, near the open back door of our shoe repair shop. The otherwise darkened shop was pulsating with the red and blue flashing lights of police cars. Two way police radios crackled.
There were police cars and cops on Main Street, outside the large plate glass windows at the front of our shop. At the rear, silhouetted in the headlights of several more police cars, three cops were shouldering their way into our back doorway -- guns drawn. The first officer beamed his flashlight in my face.
"IT’S THE POLICE!" he growled.
I raised up on one elbow and assessed the situation.
"WHAT'S GOING ON?" he demanded.
"I was sleeping," I said.
They took notice of my sleeping bag rolled out on the floor. And my pillow.
"What? Did your wife kick you out of the house?" the second officer cracked.
I explained that I lived above the shop in an apartment, and that we had overnight company. There wasn’t enough room upstairs for everyone in the apartment -- so I moved downstairs to sleep in the shop. It was hot in the shop, so I was sleeping by the open back door.
They sheepishly eased their guns back into their holsters. One of the officers explained to me that he had been on his night beat, checking to see that all the back doors to downtown businesses were locked. When he came to our shoe repair shop, the door was open -- and I was lying inside on the floor. He said it scared him "... half to death!" I guess he figured I was dead. He had retreated hastily and called in the reinforcements.
We all had a good laugh!
"If you ever do this again," he said, "would you please let us know?"
I assured them that I would.
The Bolivian Beat
By Kjirsten Swenson
Editor's Note: Kjirsten has returned to Bolivia for a second year of independent study in Morochata, prior to enrollment in medical school at Baylor University in Houston, in 2005.
Rock Formation, left; Kjirsten at Laguna Colorado, right.
I find myself in a large and polluted city, full of angry autos that refuse to yield to me. I didn't intend to spend Christmas Eve and most of the day in Tucumán, but the sweet old man at the ticket counter in Tafí assured me that buses would be running to Buenos Aires tonight, and I believed him. So this morning I left the mountains for the hot stickiness of the city... But once in here, I learned that all long distance transport had come to a halt and wouldn't resume until tomorrow afternoon ... so, stuck I am.
I decided that I would respect the American tradition of celebrating Christmas with excessive indulgence by staying somewhere nicer than the sketchy hostels I typically frequent. So I'm staying at a lovely downtown hotel that, at $22 per night, surpasses my normal daily budget by two bucks. If I must tolerate this city for more than 24 hours, I shall do so in comfort! This afternoon I shopped and bought myself two presents: a fabulous olive green linen jacket, and a novel by an Argentine author. Thanks, Mom and Dad!
Lunch today was only okay, but I ate most of it anyway and am thus not so hungry ... so in keeping with last year's tradition, tonight I shall dine on strawberry yogurt and peaches ;)
The heat and humidity here is disorienting; how can it be Christmas if I am wearing a skirt and eating ice cream and still sweating? I saw photos of blizzards on nytimes.com and was jealous ... only briefly, though.
Recent days have been of the best sort ... Northern Argentina is full of peaceful, small towns surrounded by beautiful countryside that invites exploration on foot and bike. So I've been exploring! A couple of days ago I set my alarm for 4 a.m. and by 6 the bus had dropped me and my rented bike off far from town.
In the morning darkness it was impossible to assess the weather, so I assumed that, like every other day, it would be clear in the morning and perhaps decide to rain by late afternoon ... but as I savored my dulce de leche sandwich and breakfast pears, it became apparent that this day would not conform to the pattern. Sunrise revealed dark clouds, threatening clouds that taunted me for leaving my jacket in the hostel. And so I pedaled through the 50 km that separated me from a roof more quickly than I wanted to, but still managed to appreciate the spectacular rock formations and hills that line the valley ... and not get wet, either!
So now I'm just killing time until my bus leaves tomorrow afternoon, a little bitter because I would have stayed in the mountains today had I known the buses weren't running. I know the city will be totally dead tomorrow, but will be content to read my book in my cozy, air-conditioned hotel room. :)
Happy Holidays. I send warm thoughts your way.
Getting trekkers' breakfast, left; lunch preparations, right.
Is this a stroke?
Sent by Donna Richards, Eden Prairie, MN.
Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify.
Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster.
The stroke victim may suffer brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke.
Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:
*Ask the individual to smile.
*Ask him or her to raise both arms.
*Ask the person to speak a simple sentence.
If he or she has trouble with any of these tasks, call 9-1-1 immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.
After discovering that a group of non-medical volunteers could identify facial weakness, arm weakness and speech problems, researchers urged the general public to learn the three questions. They presented their conclusions at the American Stroke Association's annual meeting last February. Widespread use of this test could result in prompt diagnosis and treatment of the stroke and prevent brain damage.
BE A FRIEND AND SEND THIS ARTICLE TO AS MANY FRIENDS AS POSSIBLE.
Hope you have a GREAT & HEALTHY day!
Don has been advertising on his own -- and finally has results:
Don wants to invite you to come to Alexandria and go ice skating with him. Just make an appointment, as he expects to be busy!
77 years experience!
The first answer sounds very promising to me!
Don -- I have discussed your generosity in offering free skating lessons. Several octogenarians from our men's coffee expressed interest. They are intrigued with the idea of having a skating instructor with 77 years of skating experience.
It was suggested I should invite you to Galena to conduct a skating school for a group of about 20 oldies; some may use a cane, but all are young at heart. If you are able to accept our offer, all of your expenses will be covered. The group will be expecting you to entertain them with stories about growing up in Dwight, North Dakota.
Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of 5
This Week's Holidays
January 17---Martin Luther King, Jr. Day (Observed)
This Week's Birthdays:
January 20---Lois Dake
January 22---Timothy Mellon
More January Birthdays:
January 3---Brandon Hellevang
January 3---Virginia (Dake) McCorkell
January 4---Nathan Hill
January 4---Harry "Junior" Anderson
January 5---Jayce Michael Chap (6 years old)
January 11---Brandon Harvey Lehtola (2 years old)
January 15---Shea Ashley Birkholz
January 30---Whitney Johnson
January 24---David "Beaver" and Donna (Anderson) Johnson (11 Years)
More January Holidays
January 1---New Year's Day
We had lots of fun watching Jayce open his gifts -- in celebration of his 6th birthday, which fell on January 5th. Riley and Jayce got to open lots of packages -- the ones for the birthday boy, and the reception ones for the newlyweds. That was some party!
Jayce opens presents received for his 6th birthday.
Great Grandma Dorothy, Mom and Dad, Patty H. and Riley Johnson all have fun with Jayce, left; Weston Johnson, Chris Chap and Wyatt Johnson look on, right.
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?
Letter from Frans de Been, Oosterhout, The Netherlands, to Mavis and Tom (shared with us from their winter home in Florida)
Hello Dear big American Friends.
Yes, you have done the good thing to go to the warm Florida. I saw on the Internet and TV that there is cold and snowy circumstances in North Dakota now ... meaning that the farm is ....... unmanned????? But it is safe, I think, at your place.
Yes, that BULLETIN. Yes, you don't know how much I like this weekly Newspaper. (as a small boy for a candy store) I have sent many more pictures (around 80 or so), but it was too much I think to put them in the magazine.
I was working a plan to come this year to the USA again after 5 years. But the person (not Ary) who I was coming with was not able with his $$$$$$$ so maybe........... There is a meet at Sioux Falls. OK, maybe next time more luck.
OK, my friends I hope you are OK, you both. Enjoy your stay in Florida. And make the best of it.
Have a nice day from Holland
Oosterhout, The Netherlands
I had a delightful time Sunday. It was quite relaxing! It's good to get everyone together for some fun. I enjoyed seeing Donna and Beaver's farm. It certainly was considerate of them to open their doors and welcome us all in!
Oh, I forgot my white elephant gift there. The adding machine. Oops. Maybe you could mention to Donna that I don't mind. If she assembles it -- then it might be worthy of a place on my desk ... but, until then ... I don't mind her having it!
It was a joy to see you and everyone again!
St. Cloud, MN
It was great seeing everyone yesterday. I thoroughly enjoyed our Christmas gathering and was so grateful for all my mom's hard work in organizing and getting the house and food together. I know she put a lot of hard work into the day.
Maple Grove, MN
Yes, the Matriarch was aware of the work that went into it and she sent both Donna and Beaver a thank you card from "The Thundering Herd"... sent it this very morning (Monday!).
I wanted to mention that with the new computer I've been able to look at the LTD Storybooke link, and I am very pleased with it. I also enjoyed reading a few more of Doug's Danger Ranger stories. They are very entertaining and full of familiar characters, experiences, and places. I hope he picks up his pen and writes again soon! When I find the time, I hope to do some more looking around and reading of The Bulletin, past and present..
Writing the weekly story fills up my available computer time pretty fast!
Nordern Minnesoota Story
Sent to us by my teacher friend John Edmunds
Ole, Lena, and Sven were lost in the woods of northern Minnesota (near Mahnomen, I hear) and were becoming desperate, having run out of food several days ago. It was winter, the snow deep, their situation looking very bleak. When Ole dug down into the snow to look for nuts, he found an oil lamp, and upon rubbing it to get the snow off, a genie came out.
The genie says, "I am da great genie of Nordern Minnesooota and I can grant each of you vun vish!"
Ole says, "I vish I vas back on da farm." Poof, Ole was gone.
Lena quickly says, "I vish I vas back on da farm wit Ole." Poof, Lena was gone.
Sven was sitting there looking sad and the genie finally says, "Sven, vat is your vish?"; and Sven says, "I'm really lonely. I vish Ole and Lena were here with me."
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