Sunday, May 22, 2005
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Photo © Jerrianne Lowther
Mama Robin has been brooding her eggs for two weeks...
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Alisha & Roddy McNeill, left; flower girl Brianna Lehtola, right.
UPDATE -- Wedding: Roddy & Alisha McNeill
by Donna Johnson
Mr. & Mrs. Roddy McNeill were married Saturday, May 14th around 3 in the afternoon in Fergus Falls, Minnesota. It was a very lovely wedding, with a nice reception following at Dalton. The hit of the day seemed to be the chocolate fountain, with many fruits and various other items to dip into the flowing chocolate. They opened their gifts after the meal, with quite a mountain of nice things to appreciate. The evening was topped off with a wedding dance in Ashby. Congratulations to the new couple.
Grandma Gert Petitt, Eddie Evenson & Peggy McNeill, left; chocolate fountain, right.
UPDATE -- New Indermark Baby Arrives
by Kristi Indermark
Just a quick note to let you know Tyler James is finally here. He was born on Saturday May 14th at 3:34 a.m. He weighs 7 pounds 8 ounces and is 20 inches long. He is doing great!
Our new address (effective June 15th) will be:
2619 Dorn Drive
Portage, WI 53901
Jim, Kristi, Jordan, and Tyler Indermark
Kristi, Jordan & Tyler James Indermark
UPDATE -- Events of the Day
An Adventure, of a Domestic Type, and my Husband to the Rescue
Sometimes it takes a shaking up of the status quo to appreciate one's blessings. Yesterday was Wednesday -- that meant Bible study evening for us, so we left early. Things were normal; we made the trip just fine -- even stopped at Wendy's for a baked potato first. There had been threatening skies all afternoon, but nothing much developed, so we headed out into the country.
As the last hymn was being sung, we heard the storm hit ... wind and driven rain! As we all visited a bit, the rain let up and we loaded up to head home. On the way home, it hit again and torrents fell. We arrived safely; I sat waiting as Don unloaded my Jazzy. It came down the ramp just fine and I opened the door so he could guide it into position for me to board ... and that is when the unthinkable happened.
The yellow light started blinking out of control ... the brake remained locked, the joy stick aroused no response from the control ... panic entered my mind! No, what if I could not get back to the apartment? What if I had no way to get around and became totally dependent on someone else's kindness? No, please not that. But then, WHAT?
Well, my "Knight in Shining Armor" to the rescue. Don helped me back into the car -- then skidded my unresponsive machine into the protection of the garage and attempted to dry it off with a cloth and a little heater. He then decided that was not going to work very quickly, so he disengaged the drive, making my Jazzy a rather heavy, free wheeling chair, which he could push. He pushed it out (still raining) and helped me load onto the machine, which no longer braked when it stopped. He pushed me into the hall, put the car in, then started the long push home.
After we traversed the long trek through the halls, up the elevator, and into the safety of our own little haven, I took a towel and wiped every drop of water off the controls. After a scary two or three attempts with only the yellow flashing to show for it, there finally came the steady glow of the green light. After Don hooked up the drive again, I had my friend back at my "beck and call." This morning it is working like a charm again.
Don is now in deep study -- his newest project is the development and engineering of a waterproof sleeve that could protect the controls from the elements when we are loading and unloading!
My sister-in-law once mentioned to me what good care my husband takes of me. And I do agree with her and I do appreciate it -- probably never as much as when he rescues me from the things that stand in my way of being independent.
Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
Caity's Third Grade Class Concert
Caity's third grade class, along with the second graders, had their spring concert, led by Mrs. Fronning. They sang six lively selections: Old Dan Tucker, My Teacher Turned into a Fish, Brother For Sale, Kookaburra, Big Rock Candy Mountain and Shoveling.
This week was also Track and Field day. Caity placed third in most of her events; we'll know more accurately when the ribbons arrive, as she couldn't remember what she did for sure, or in which event. She did get to wave to Great Grandpa, though, as he'd stopped in to check it out.
The Matriarch Speaks W
by Dorothy (Dake) Anderson
Who Is This?
Let's Play a Guessing Game: Whenever it is handy to do so we will run a picture of someone of the subscribers or staff members of our e-magazine. Tell us who you think it is -- we will let you know who was the first to guess it right -- and the correct guess -- in the following week's Bulletin.
(Send us some to run; we will line them up in our staging area to take their turn.)
How many can you identify?
Answers to last week's mystery pictures (click here to review them):
Well, I guess that I'd better know who the mystery pictures are. The first is little Danny (Henderson) and the second is our little Whitney. Still can't guess who the dog is, though.
Long Lake, MN
I can only guess on the small fry, but the dog would be Lhohka ... Larry Dake's around the farm dog.
Now I need to go finish reading The Bulletin!
Ginny (Dake) McCorkell
Our dog's name is Lhokha. Lhokha is the name of a town in Tibet -- the area of the world the breed is said to have originated from. I call him Lhokha or variations -- Lhokhee Bear, Oklee Lhokhee, or just just plain Lhokhee.
He is of the Chow Chow breed, and is a very good watch dog. The breed is independent, so are well suited to being outside, to watch over things.
LTD (Larry Dake)
Awhile back I went for a walk on Anchorage's Coastal Trail with a friend and her chow mix dog. We met a lady with a rather similar looking dog and my friend asked her, "Is that a chow?" Upon hearing that it was, she asked, "Where did you get him?" The lady said she had gotten her dog in China -- from a restaurant, where caged puppies were doomed to be served as dinner -- literally, "chow." Due to a timely intervention, her little "chow hound" went from Chinese restaurant menu item to pampered American pet -- a "Lhokhee" dog, indeed! -- Jerrianne
Photo © Larry T. Dake
A really, really long ride ...
I saw three of these loads on the highway recently; I think it is one of three propellers for a giant windmill. -- LTD
The Bolivian Beat
By Kjirsten Swenson
Editor's Note: Kjirsten returned to Bolivia for a second year of independent study, prior to entering medical school at Baylor University in Houston this fall. We think she is now trekking in Peru with her family. We did not receive a dispatch in time for this week's edition of The Bulletin.
Big Ben from Thames River cruise boat.
An Excursion on the River Thames
by Weston Johnson
Maple Grove, MN
As I described in last week’s Bulletin, my cousin Kristie and I arrived in London around mid-day on a Friday, meeting my cousin Ben at Heathrow Airport. We were soon introduced to the London subway system, known locally as "The Tube," which provided our transportation to Ben and Mandy’s apartment in the southeast region of the city. After traveling throughout the previous night, we were seeking a relatively leisurely agenda for our first partial day in London.
Ben and Mandy recommended a tour of the Thames River, which runs through
the heart of the city. We agreed that this would be a perfect plan, as it
would allow us to relax while soaking in the sights of London. Although
the weather was cool and overcast, we were not disappointed in the views
afforded us from the tour boat.
The tour began near the eastern end of central London. Soon, we
encountered the Tower Bridge, which was built in 1894 and features two
140-foot towers and a central span that can be raised to accommodate
passing ships. The Bridge seemed to represent the gateway to London, as
it was the first of several famous landmarks visible from our boat,
including the Tower of London and Big Ben.
As our tour continued, I was struck by the contrast between several
centuries-old buildings and landmarks along the river and the many modern
buildings featuring unique geometrical architectural designs, as I have
tried to illustrate with one of the attached pictures.
The most striking modern architectural landmark along the river is the
Millennium Eye, a 450-foot tall ferris wheel located right on the riverbank. Built to commemorate the Year 2000, the Eye features 32 capsules,
each of which can accommodate up to 25 people. I have included a picture
of the Eye, but it is difficult to capture the sheer size of the wheel in
a photograph. If one pictures 25 people standing in each capsule, it may
help to visualize the true size of the structure, which can be seen from
throughout the city.
The boat tour provided us with some unique views of the city, and was an
ideal means of familiarizing ourselves with the locations of several
major landmarks, several of which we would visit over the remainder of
Sent to us by Donna Johnson
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The Green Dodge Pickup
One day when I dropped Caity off at school, I got to wondering how she felt about riding to school with Grandpa in his old Dodge pickup that smells like cattle. Of course, to me, it's still "the new one," the only new pickup I've ever bought. Yes, the wiper motor and the heater fan howl a little when it's cold, but it's still a pretty good pickup. One of these days I'll ask Caity if riding to school in an 18 year old pickup driven by a white haired grandpa is terribly embarrassing, but I'm not sure I want to know the answer.
This got me thinking about how we got to school when I was a small boy. I don't remember that I minded riding to school in a pickup with milk cans strapped to the running boards and smelling like it had been hauling hogs (it had), but my sisters may have had a different view. I'll have to ask them one day.
Dad bought a new Dodge pickup in 1950, the year I was born. In this precursor of automatic transmissions, Dodge used a clutch, a "three on the tree" straight transmission (as opposed to a four-on-the-floor, for you youngsters who don't know about ignition points and carburetors either) and then added a torque converter. You had to use the clutch to put it in gear and shift between gears, but you could start out in any gear and it would eventually gather itself up and get going.
Dodge went one better on Henry Ford's "any color you want, as long as it's black," and offered the '50 Dodge pickups in either red or green. Ours was green, with a black box and high sideboards. Dad used the pickup to haul hogs or grain to market, feed home from the elevator, fencing material to wherever we were fencing, silage from the silo to the sheep yards, firewood from the woodpile to the house, and many more tasks. It was also our transportation to school when it was too cold to walk to the end of our long driveway and wait for the school bus.
On those cold winter mornings, Dad would milk his three cows, putting the milk in two 10-gallon cans to go to the creamery in Ashby. He would back the pickup out of the shed and strap the milk cans onto the running boards, leaving the box free to haul feed home from town. My sisters, Jerrianne and Kathy, and I would troop out from the warmth of the house, breathing great clouds in the frosty air. The pickup would be running in front of the house, nearly obscured by its own exhaust cloud.
We would all clamber aboard, with me sitting on one or the other of the girls' laps. That pickup seat was really made for two people, so four of us were a pretty tight squeeze. Dad would let us get situated, and try to slam his door closed; usually getting it latched on the second or third try. The three-on-the-tree shift lever was a lifesaver; I doubt if we could have found a four-on-the-floor in the tightly packed cab.
The heater motor had a dry bearing, and made a fearsome howl until it warmed up, usually somewhere near the end of the driveway. There was a little rubber-bladed fan on the dashboard, intended to help defrost the windshield. Until it warmed up, it barely turned. I would keep flicking it with my finger to get it going, until it finally got up speed. Dad used the back of one of his big yellow chore gloves to wipe fog off the windshield to see where we were going. The vacuum wipers stood still when the engine was pulling, and raced wildly when the "foot feed" was released.
When we reached the highway, there was usually some discussion about whether anybody could see any vehicles coming from the passenger side. Rolling down the frosty window was a sometimes necessary, if unpopular, way of getting a view of the road.
By the time we reached the school in Ashby, a mile and a half from our farm, the heater and all the bodies scrunched together were usually just beginning to warm up the cab. All in all, it was better than having to walk to school every day, through deep snow, uphill both ways, as the country school generation before us claim they did.
After many years, the '50 Dodge was replaced by another green Dodge, this one a '52 model that had been owned by an old fellow who almost never drove it. I inherited the '50 to drive to work. By this time it had no low gear, but always managed to get going in second.
The engine was worn out, so when it needed oil (often), I skimmed leaves off the oil in the used oil barrel, dipped out a couple of quarts, and strained the oil through an old lace doily stretched over the top of a funnel. When the oil smoke threatened to drive me out of the cab, I ran a bit of flex pipe from the oil filler pipe out through a hole that had rusted through the fender and pretended I was driving a diesel. It blew perfect smoke rings when it idled.
I don't think the old Dodge ever did really quit running, I just got tired of keeping it going and parked it in the woods somewhere around its 21st birthday. Having signed a parts donor card in better times, it provided repair parts for other Dodges for several years.
This and That
by Elaine Wold
Some Thoughts on Graduation
In a newspaper today I noticed an article with the question, "What would you say if you were to deliver a graduation address?" That writer summarized it by saying he would never speak about any news, because it would be too depressing for any graduate.
However, I did enjoy a few thoughts that a writer wrote me one time if he were a speaker! He mentioned the fact that graduating seniors are quite deaf to any advice they might hear, but a few things might be good advice anyway.
1. Be careful with credit cards. Just because everyone uses them does not mean it's a good idea. Live within your means.
2. Work at a gas station or store and learn about the real world before you choose your life's career.
3. Booze and drugs are traps for many. Not a good idea!
4. Making your bed every day is a sign of adulthood. Military persons do and it builds character.
5. Send thank you notes, even to those old fuddy-duds who came to your reception, and no copy machine ones either.
6. Don't expect something for nothing. Don't live in hopes of unearned wealth.
7. Do your own thing. Don't follow the crowd. Choose your own career, marriage, cars, clothing, beliefs, homes and hobbies.
8. Learn the new. Travel. Read. Study. Meet new people. Put tape over your mouth and learn to listen to others, too.
9. Be good to dogs and children. How you treat them is a sign of strength.
10. Do unto others! Make each person you see feel better because they saw you and not the other way around.
Now graduates, if you have read this far and follow it, you will find a formula for success and happiness. Good luck to you!
Dedicated to Graduates ... (poem sent by Donna Johnson):
LESSONS IN TIME
by Sandy Button
Open your eyes and look around you,
Cherish the things you have today.
Your lives will never be the same,
The years will quickly pass away.
Be an example you'll be proud of,
One who's thoughtful and who's kind.
Always put your best foot forward,
Friendships "true" are hard to find.
This Chapter in your life now ends,
Another one's about to start.
The rewards in Life are greatest,
When you reach within your heart.
Whether you are making millions
Or sharing your last dime,
Enjoy Life to its fullest,
Its "Golden Moments Spent in Time."
Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of 5
This Week's Birthdays:
May 22---Dan Henderson
May 23---Don Pettit
May 23---David O'Brien
May 25---Amy Ellen Dake
May 26---Rick Anderson
May 28---Jason Hunt
May 28---Jazmine Jane Hill (2 years)
This Week's Anniversaries
May 27---Dwight and Janie Anderson (34 years)
More May Birthdays:
May 4---Beau Birkholz
May 7---Ben Johnson
May 7---Kim Mellon (Tim's wife)
May 10---Curt Henderson
May 12---James Dake
May 14---Ernie Dake
May 16---Angelic Ann Freesemann (6 years)
May 17---Dwight Anderson
May 19---Ryan Hellevang
May 29---Kristi Kay Larson Indermark
May 31---Mavis Anderson Morgan
More May Anniversaries
May 14---Roddy & Alisha McNeill (next year)
May 16---Nathan and Brenda Anderson Hill (9 years)
May 31---Tom and Mavis Anderson Morgan (48 years)
May 12---Eric Anderson, North Hennepin Community College
May 13---Ben & Heather Henderson, North Dakota State University
May 27---Rachel Henderson, Glencoe High School
May 29---Brandon Hellevang, Fargo North High School
More May graduations? Please send dates and details to Miss Hetty!
May Special Days
May 1---May Day (hanging May baskets day)
May 8---Mother's Day
May 15---Armed Forces Day
May 30---Memorial Day
Dear Miss Hetty,
Thanks for the cute happy birthday greeting! I had a good day! I took the day off from work and we had a little party in the evening. We took a few pictures. If one turns out, I may contribute it.
Thank you for the e-card. It was so thoughtful. We are all doing very well, and are happy to be home.
Kristi (Larson) Indermark
Daddy Jim with Tyler James Indermark
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?
Oops! We missed a Letter To The Editors from a new contributor last week, though we added it to the web site edition after we discovered the oversight. -- The Editors
I'm still scanning the screen altho The Bulletin
has finished printing.
The pictures are so clear and vivid and real and bigger on my excellent screen.
I JUST SAW THE ONE OF BILL AND AMY DAKE ....... their marriage. I can't believe it. My dear friends that are a part of my precious memories, right there on the page in the beginning of their lives. What a treasure. I am so glad to see that.
Any more good pictures from long ago? That's when I remember best.
Thanks again, and now I really and truly am going to read the printed one.
I just finished reading the new Bulletin
. (for the third time). Saturday, 1:07 p.m.
It was an especially interesting one for some reason. I really loved the pictures of
Storybrooke Farm. I'm sorry there weren't more pictures, and a "Larry" detailed
description of the process of shearing. Amy looks very adept at that, and I do
think she deserved a rest after handling the sheep like that at her size and age.
Maybe Larry is so used to that work that he didn't think it was important to tell
us city folks about it from start to finish. The sounds, the smells, the whirr of
the shear, the weather -- he missed an interesting story. But, maybe he wasn't
in the mood after such a strenuous project.
That's OK, Larry, just write when that new grandchild is sleeping.
Larry McCorkell is one fortunate person to have gotten that work so soon after leaving his last job. The NWA is fortunate, too, to have such an honest, dedicated, experienced, humble man -- few and far between.
Another thing I missed was the Netherlands report and pictures. We here in the USA are fascinated by anything from another country, like Bolivia, etc., and even a short paragraph is always a special feature. I looked back for it, but they must not have sent one this week.
What a lot of work to put that together so neatly and artistically, every single week. I want to say it is very much enjoyed and appreciated, and even though I'm just a "guest" of the family Bulletin,
it is extremely interesting to me having known so many of the folks the stories and pictures are about. Thanks for clicking on Roy and Betty --
Editors' Note: We aren't buying this "just a 'guest'" claim, Betty. You're a full contributor -- and a much appreciated member of the "cheerleading" squad that keeps the rest of the staff going for it!
Another great Bulletin and as always it brought smiles along with it. Thanks so much to Betty for the pictures and write up on Tom. With a brother like that, I can't ask for much more in life. LOL!!
Sophie has also become part of our R. Miller family newsgroup! Deb said Tom enables Sophie's bad habits. :) Shanna feels replaced! I didn't know Sophie went to the office, but this confirms she truly is his 24/7 companion. Now I will believe the other Sophie stories as well. :)
How about hearing one of the Sophie stories, now that we have all met Sophie! The Editor
I hope you don't mind, I am going to try forwarding a copy of The Bulletin to Tom.
With The Bulletin, you have brought families and friends together in a way money and power never could have. Thanks for your hard work.
Carolyn (Miller) Dake
I have just scanned this quickly, so Roy could read it. I don't want him to have to wait! We both just love getting THE BULLETIN.
Here I try to be so prim and proper and dignified and stoic and sedate and sober and sensible, and then I read this comment from LARRY DAKE about this young worker!!!! Merci! I was wishing I was computer savvy so I could delete just that sentence, but there it was in print heading across the universe.
Oh well, it's true. I spent a lot of time with the children, seeing I didn't know very much or thought I didn't, and I loved them. These include a lot of the ones that get The Bulletin today. NOW they are precious memories. Actually, it was nice of Larry to remember even that much. Why do people only remember the goofy stuff? Someone wiser than me said it was becuz that left the impression. True!!
I remember Tom Miller running for the school bus at about 12 years old. I was going along with him to the bus-stop, wanting to be with the children as I said, and here he fell on the sharp ruts in the driveway. He split his knee wide open, so we had to take him to the emergency room. Somehow, that is a dear memory now; when I see him with his two children that have graduated already, that seems like a dream I was ever in their home with all his bro's and sisters ..... time goes.
Two Bulletins arrived today, and because it is such a rainy day, I just curled up with a cup of coffee and enjoyed every picture and word! I especially enjoyed the wedding picture of your folks. Your mother's dress was beautiful! And, the pictures of all the animals were so cute! One of these days I'll send a picture or two of our little "bundles of joy."
When Russ leaves for work or to run errands, all three of them take up residence on the couch, stretch out and sleep... I've taken a lot of pictures of them like that.
Be sure you do that -- pets pictures could be sent to me -- for Doug for the foto funnies -- too, if you would like them to appear there! Dorothy (the Editor)
My step-brother, Don Carbine, from Rapid City, came for a visit and stayed two days. He just lost his wife of nearly 50 years on valentine's day, and although his health isn't the best, he needed and wanted to get away for a while, so he took a month and has traveled all over the five state area visiting friends and relatives. Because we don't have any extra sleeping space here in the house, we prepared the camper for him, and that worked out very well. Russ and I sure hope we're able to travel, like he is, when we're age 84!
Hope you're having a good week, and I look forward to the next Bulletin.
Brook Park, MN
Just read the new one ... I liked it very much. Auntie's article on Norwegians was informative as well as entertaining, uff da!
Who is our mystery writer from Moundsville? I enjoyed the story and especially the layout used ... a nice variation.
Sounds like Weston had a good time "across the pond," I enjoy his writing style; maybe he inherited from his Father? Speaking of which, it sounds like Beaver and I had similar childhood experiences... oh well, it makes for good stories, I guess. I enjoyed his story very much and also the last chapter of Larry's story ... very entertaining, indeed! The "Guess the picture" feature is being very well received... what a fun idea! Thanks for another fun read!
St. Cloud, MN
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