Early morning mirror, Lake Louise
Early morning mirror, Lake Louise (see Travelogue section).

Updates -

Our new trailer carried Melanie's things to Brookings.

UPDATE -- helping Melanie move
by Janie Anderson
Dwight, ND

We went to Brookings last Friday afternoon and stayed until Saturday afternoon. Melanie had some furniture and other miscellaneous "stuff" still stored here as she and Eric had always lived in apartments since they were married. But now that they have a house ... our house is much emptier!

They just moved in last week, so we helped them a little bit with some projects and putting things away, etc. We thought it was fun! They still have a lot more to do, of course, but it will get done little by little. They both work full time, so they have only evenings and weekends to do anything.

Ask Melanie for a description of their house. It's a very interesting house...

Marigolds, left; restored truck Dwight liked in Brookings, right.

New home in Brookings, South Dakota; front left; back right.

UPDATE -- new home
by Eric & Melanie Shockey
Brookings, SD

Hello from Brookings, South Dakota!

Since May of 2004 (when we graduated from college), we had known that we would be transferred to Brookings with Eric's job at 3M. We started house-hunting in October of last year. Our search really picked up at the beginning of the year, and we made several offers. Surprisingly enough, Brookings has been a hot real estate market recently, so we were outbid on our first four offers.

We moved to Brookings in April and took up residence in an apartment while we continued our house search. Our fifth offer was accepted, and we were the proud new owners of ... a mortgage! Of course, along with the mortgage came a house, but that seemed almost secondary when you consider the amount of paperwork we had to fill out for the lender.

So far, we think the wait has been worth it. Our house was built in 1918, so has what some people refer to as "character." For the layperson not familiar with house terminology, this translates roughly to "contains ample opportunity for small projects to be transformed into two-week long feats of endurance and tests of one's patience"!

We aren't architects or historians by any stretch of the imagination, but it seems our house is very similar to the "Sears Homes" that were popular during that time-period, with oak floors and generous trim, sculpted plaster moldings, and a near obsession with straight lines.

Here are a few pictures taken from the realtor's web page. (We didn't think anyone would want to see pictures of our boxes scattered throughout the rooms).

Check back with us in a few years to see if we can still handle living with the quirks of an old house...

Eric & Melanie Shockey
1102 2nd St.
Brookings, SD 57006

North view of dining room left; living room, right.

UPDATE -- new job
by Chris Chap
Maple Grove, MN
(soon to be Fargo, ND)

Just wanted to give everyone an update on my situation: I originally accepted a position to move back to the Fargo area and start working for another American Family agent. Two days before I was to start my new job, I received a phone call from Progressive in Fargo. It turned out that the position that I had originally applied for back in April had now opened up and they wished to hire me.

So, I will now be working for Progressive as a Claims Representative and I will be starting there August 8th. I'm not sure on what my e-mail address will be, so if you wish to contact me you may do so at my old e-mail address: chap_31@yahoo.com

Hope everyone is having a great summer!


by Diana Mellon Martin
Brook Park, MN

We saw the oncologist this past Monday, and the news, although not unexpected, was still bad and upsetting. Russ's cancer has spread to the brain, with two tumors. One in the back of the brain, and one in front. It appears as though both adrenal glands also are affected, as is, of course, the right lung.

The immediate course of action is radiation on the brain, as there is significant brain swelling, and the doctor is the most concerned about that at this time, so, he will start radiation next week at Unity Hospital, in Fridley, a northern suburb of Minneapolis, for any of you that may not know our area.

Chemo is still up in the air ... depends on how well the radiation does before that is decided.

The doctor refuses to give a "time-line," as he feels that each case is too individual to make predictions, but did say he thought Russ would still be with us at Christmas time.

We lost my dear step-brother, Don Carbine, last week ... just a short five months after losing his beloved wife, Fay, so this has been a tough, tough year, so far.

Our hope is to sell and move in with my oldest daughter, Maralee, in Coon Rapids, which would put us much, much closer to the family, as well as almost next door to his needed medical clinic and hospitals, so we're trying to get the house ready for sale ASAP.

The Matriarch Speaks W
by Dorothy (Dake) Anderson
Alexandria, MN

I am not sure which V Day I helped celebrate -- but I do remember clearly HOW we celebrated.

A Victory Celebration

What a great treat! I had an invitation from my friend Louella Smith to visit the city and stay with her in her apartment. I would go down on the Greyhound bus and then we could ride back together -- I to stop off at my hometown, Howard Lake, and she at her hometown, Dassel. I had the time and a little shopping money, so I accepted her invitation.

We had a nice day, even though there wasn't much to buy; well, shopping isn't the same as buying, you know! We had lunch together, sitting on the stools at Woolworth's Lunch Counter and watching the waiter slap a sandwich together for us... We each had a lime phosphate to accompany it ... so that in itself was exciting and different.

We spent an evening with the other girls at Lettie's home where Louella roomed. The next day we helped clean the rooms and made lunch and spent some more time just talking, singing, talking some more. Finally as someone was working on the supper, Lolly and I packed our overnight bags in preparation for catching the streetcar that would take us to the bus station. We needed to be there to catch the bus at 7:25 p.m.

We caught the streetcar and even though it was crowded we did find a seat -- and it was only then that we noticed how excited everyone was acting. Lolly asked the girl ahead of her what was going on ... and so we learned the stunning news -- the WAR WAS OVER!!

As we got close to downtown Minneapolis, the streetcar had to be slowed down to avoid hitting any of the crowd of people who were dancing , shouting, shooting off firecrackers, hugging, and weeping!

The blackout of the war days was gone -- every light was on. There still weren't many cars available for the people to get to the downtown area, but some way or another they got there -- that huge, wild crowd.

Lolly and I had to get out of the streetcar and walk the last few blocks as the streetcar was not able to move through the surging mass of celebrators!

We finally pushed our way through the throng, shoved our way into the depot and arrived at the ticket desk just as they called our bus. We bought our tickets and went through the door into the garage where they were loading. The driver checked us on board, amidst the commotion: firecracker explosions in the bus barn, yelling kids, and some of the help a bit dizzy from celebrating (that included hip flasks!). The crowd was not as heavy this far out of downtown. Still, it was a busy scene when we looked out the window ... and prepared to head home.

After slowly pulling out into the night, the bus started inching its way toward the country, and finally it did honk its way through the fringe of the crowd ... and we started a ride through the countryside where lights now shone and bells pealed and where peace had finally arrived!

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):

Mystery pictures: Guessing again at the one on the left, is that Lori Anderson? The other picture I do know ... the Swenson family. In the back: our famous Kjirsten, also Derek and Shane. In the front: Tyler, Sheldon, Mitzi and Aunika.

Donna Anderson
Ashby, MN

Editor's note: Good work, Donna, first guess from the readership and you are correct!

The grand little girl at the grand piano is Lori Anderson of California, daughter of Harry and Doris Anderson. Lori will become a bride on October 1. The family picture is of the Sheldon Swenson family; Mitzi Swenson is a sister of Beaver Johnson.

Elaine Wold
Wahpeton, ND

The second photo is of Sheldon and Mitzi, Shane, Kjirsten, Derek, Tyler, and Aunika Swenson taken on 9/7/96 -- the day of my wedding -- aren't those kids just adorable?

Colette Huseby
Tracy, CA

Photo Editor's note: ... and Shane is getting married later this month.

That pretty little girl by the piano is still a mystery to me. But the Swensons are very easy to recognize, even if the children are already grown beyond this picture.

Betty and Roy Droel
MoundsView, MN

I just about forgot to send in my ideas for "Who is This?"... The picture on the left is Lori Anderson at a piano recital. The one on the right is the Sheldon and Mitzi Swenson family.

Janie Anderson
Dwight, ND

I think I recognize one of the mystery photos this week. The one on the left is me at one of my first piano recitals. I might have been in the fourth grade at the time. That seems like such a long time ago! :)

Lori Anderson
LaMirada, CA

LTD Storybrooke

Mint Honey on Toast
By Larry Dake

The gentle Oregon rain was pitter-pattering on the tin roof outside the open bedroom window. I was beginning to wake to muffled sounds coming from the kitchen below. The aroma of another one of Edith's country breakfasts soon began to stir my consciousness. I could hear Jim, out at the barn feeding his five steers, and calling "Here kitty, kitty," to the cats. When I looked out over the tin roofed carport, to the barn, Jim was on his way to the house, his dog bounding at his side.

It was the second week of January 1986, and the only thing resembling snow and cold was the dog -- she had ancestors that pulled sleds "up there in Alaska." Only gold, and the love of money, could draw men from this paradise to go dig in that "cold, cold ground!" I thought. Apparently, "some" men had come to their senses and returned, bringing their favorite sled dogs with them.

Back in the days of the Oregon Trail, stories of this paradise were what drew the ox carts and the covered wagons west. In 1883, when the last wagon train reached Scappoose, the Oregon trail was six tracks wide.

And again, in the "dirty 30's," dreamers began to pour west into "this land of opportunity." They came -- bringing their children, and their cars -- and their trailers, burdened down with their most precious belongings.

Edith remembered those days. She told of desperate, hungry families driving onto her parents' place and asking for work. And there was none. When she first saw us, with our kids, and our baby blue Lincoln, pulling our overloaded trailer, she said it immediately brought back those memories of her childhood.

We were a half-century behind the times.

On Sunday afternoon, sitting in Jim and Edith's living room recliner, I had read the variety section of The Oregonian. On the front page was a photo of a man and a woman living in their car. Homeless for months. Out of money. Unemployed. Uncut. Unshaven. Dirty. Hopeless. It could have been us.

But here we were, basking in the warmth and love of our friends, Jim and Edith. We hadn't even spent "one" night out in the rain!

We were the fortunate ones!

We rose and joined Jim and Edith downstairs at their breakfast table. I slathered some of their "mint honey" on my toast. Everything from Edith's kitchen was so-o delicious!

After breakfast, Sherry helped with the dishes, and I was off to find a job.

Photo 1937, Dorthea Lange, photographer. FSA-OWI Collection
We were a half century behind the times...

Travelogue t

Aunika and Mitzi Swenson stop to rest on Mt. Paget climb.

Roughing It Smoothly At Lake Louise and Banff
By Mitzi Swenson
Dickinson, ND

Once again the Canadian Rockies, ranked high among the most beautiful places on earth, called to us. We hopped in the camper, drove all night and arrived at Lake Louise, ready to hike, before most people were up for breakfast. For the last few years (starting with our honeymoon 28 years ago), we've been hiking and scrambling to the tops of mountains there, using a guidebook that rates the peaks by level of difficulty.

After a couple of days our bodies were weary, so we spent a rainy day in Banff. It only took a few hours in the tourist traps before we were scanning the sky hoping for sunshine, because we really aren't city folks.

A Banff tradition our family enjoys is eating lunch at the Grizzly Fondue House. For at least the first five trips to Banff we declared it too expensive, but finally used it for motivation for Shane the year we took him backpacking about 60 miles when he was 7 or 8 years old. We told him if he didn't moan like a dying ghost after every few steps we would eat there. That story was passed on to the younger kids and now they really look forward to lunch there after a few days of hiking.

Camp pies are a family favorite over the campfire. Butter two slices of bread on the outside, put in a scoop of pie filling (raspberry, blueberry or triple berry are the best), and cook in a camp pie maker over a fire. Sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar and enjoy! We all feast on s'mores, roasted bananas with chocolate and roasted cinnamon apples for dessert on other nights.

Meals are usually simple and cheap, with most of the groceries coming from our pantry at home. Usually hobo stew, stroganoff, chili, taco salad, tuna noodle, grilled cheese and tomato soup, and pancakes find their way onto the menu. We learned during our college years to travel "on a shoestring" -- camping, cooking our own meals and hiking for free entertainment. Old habits die hard.

We still tell our friends and co-workers who complain that they can't afford to travel to borrow a tent, sleeping bags and camp stove and head for the mountains for the most relaxing, fun and beautiful vacation ever!

In 1998 our van had a major mechanical breakdown just when we arrived in Banff. The bad news was repairs would take weeks. The good news was a small rental car that seated five was available. Too bad there were six of us! Aunika spent the rest of our vacation sitting on a pillow between the front seats on our way to hiking trails every day.

More good news was we had brought a three-person tent along. So, we spent a week sleeping in the tent and car and cooking all our meals over a fire. We didn't have room for a camp stove by the time we put the absolute necessities, like sleeping bags and pads, jackets, etc. in the trunk. Fortunately, a camp pie maker is very versatile: we used it for ham and cheese, Canadian bacon, cheese and pizza sauce, deli chicken and vegetables -- all fantastic hot sandwiches. A small cooler held milk, fruit and vegetables.

We bought a humorous book on tape for the ride back to Regina, where a friend picked us up and brought us home. A few weeks later I flew to Calgary and drove the van home by myself, with another entertaining book on tape for company.

It wasn't the vacation we had planned, but we had a fantastic time, ate well, and bonded as we drove -- smashed like sardines -- proving that a week of vacation in the mountains is always much better than a good week at work!

On our 25th Anniversary, we only had four days, because Sheldon's dad was having surgery at Mayo. So we took the back seats out of our Dodge minivan and headed for Glacier National Park with a couple of Thermarests, sleeping bags, camp pie maker, a backpacking stove and cooler. We found out the minivan is a fine camper! Everything fit nicely in a couple of Rubbermaid containers we could set outside for the night.

We spent two nights camping and hiking and one night with our friends in Kalispell, Montana, which proves another point -- you don't have to have a week for a vacation in the mountains!

Shane sleeps in his minivan when he goes skiing in the winter. He was talking about putting a cot in there to create storage underneath.

Last week when I went to pick up Aunika from music camp I stayed at a municipal campground in Harvey, North Dakota. The cost was $4 and they had a nice, clean bathroom and shower. In the morning I went for a walk and came by the bakery just as it opened, where I got a freshly baked caramel roll. A little later, a gas station had coffee and fixin's for 50 cents, so my bed and breakfast was $5.69!


P.S. On our honeymoon in 1977 we spent about $300 -- 1/3 on gas, 1/3 on food and camping and 1/3 on film and processing!

Sheldon enjoys camp pie, left; Tyler & Aunika dig into hobo stew.

Photo editor's note: click here for more fun with "camp pie makers" like my 1950s era "Toastite." (Check out the web site's home page, too -- this site is a hoot!)

This and That
by Elaine Wold
Wahpeton, ND

The Winning of a War

The year 1945 was an interesting, yet challenging, year which included many bittersweet memories. I was finishing my sophomore year in high school. When I returned home on the bus one day in March, I heard the news that our neighbor boy, Ray Wold, 19 years old, was killed in service as his plane was destroyed by flak over Germany. How I felt for that family ... not knowing at that time I would be marrying his brother a few years later.

I remember the anticipation that the war would soon be over as there were rumors that the atomic bomb would soon be used on Japan, and I wished he could have lived a few months longer to the point of the war ending.

Then, in April, we stopped one day to fill the bus with gas, in Dwight, North Dakota, and the driver came out and told us the news that President Roosevelt had just died from a stroke. How mournful we felt, that he, too, who worked so hard for peace, could not have lived to see that day that was coming in August.

In May, Germany surrendered to the Russians a few days after Germany's leader, Adolph Hitler, and his wife, Eva Braun, committed suicide. So on May 8, VE Day (Victory in Europe Day) was celebrated as everyone excitedly told each other the good news. Now this ended nearly five years of European battles.

However, the war in the Pacific continued. We children still collected milkweed pods for flotation devices, saved scraps of tin and tinfoil wrappers for the war effort. Women continued canning from their "Victory Gardens" since purchasing tin cans of food was rationed. Grocers who had a difficult time stocking shelves were anticipating getting supplies again.

We young girls were waiting to get nice stockings, instead of the leg paint we had to use. (Nylon and silk were diverted to military use for parachutes during the war.)

Mother was looking forward again to the time when she could get all she wanted of sugar, cocoa, coconut, coffee, pepper and many other rationed grocery items. We had our own meat from butchering so we did not need to use those ration stamps.

I remember Dad looking forward to getting new tires, as he had three flats on the way to Wahpeton one day. Rubber was unobtainable and gas was rationed too.

My dad, a farmer (often called "a soldier of the soil") was tired of repairing old machinery, as new was not affordable or available, due to defense production. Labor was hard to obtain for harvest, and a number of sailors in training at the local college here were sent into the fields after school hours to help with the harvest.

Patriotic songs were sung and played at all programs and events and on the radio. There's a Star Spangled Banner Waving Somewhere, American Patrol, Any Bonds Today? (promoting the sale of savings bonds for the war effort), The White Cliffs of Dover, Coming in on a Wing and a Prayer, as well as Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy at entertainment centers called USO (United Service Organization) for service people.

It seemed everyone was filled with anticipation on the home front, as family and lovers were looking forward to the return of their service person.

On August 6th of 1945, the atom bomb was dropped on Japan ... and by August 14th a special day was declared as VJ Day (Victory in Japan) and World War II was for all intents finished. The church bells rang, the people of the allied nations all rejoiced and celebrated and -- "The Lights Went on again All Over the World!"

Finally, on September 2, 1945, Japan surrendered to General MacArthur, ending a nearly four year war since the bombing of Pearl Harbor. When the war was over, numerous events were held to honor the returning service persons at churches, schools and social and civic organizations.

Various plans were offered to help the veterans with a GI Bill of Rights, including schooling, housing, medical assistance, and other ways to get re-established. Many did not want to talk about their experiences in battles; many were needing time to adjust to civilian life physically, mentally and emotionally. Adjustments included alcoholism, failed marriages, as well as suffering from nightmares from their experiences.

Many laborers had moved to the West Coast to work in the defense factories during these years and remained there, thus beginning the exodus of a lot of the population of North Dakota.

Surely, this generation served their country in World War II, both those who served in uniform and those who supported the effort on the home front.

Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of
Hetty Hooper

This Week's Birthdays:
August 7---Melanie Lehtola
Ausust 7---Weston Johnson
August 8---Erik Huseby (4 years)
August 11---Mitchell Allen Miller
August 13---Jeffrey Todd Aydelotte, Jr. (10 years)
Happy Birthday!

This Week's Anniversaries
August 9---Jeff and Twila Anderson Aydelotte (14 years)

More August Birthdays:
August 6---Sully Michael Brown (1 year)

August 16---Jason Quick
August 16---Rod McNeill
August 16---Darryl McNeill
August 19---Christopher Michael Chap
August 19---Jordan Nicole Indermark (2 years)
August 24---Becky Chap
August 24---Maggie Zeppelin (1 year)
August 25---Jeff Aydelotte
August 26---Donna Richards
August 30---Jessica Ann Myron
August 30---Ethan Wallace Horne (3 years)
August 31---Devan Alexander Seaman (3 years)

More August Anniversaries
August 5---Wesley and JoAnne Sigman (16 years)
August 5---Sheldon and Mitzi Johnson Swenson (28 years)

August 15---Don and Dorothy Dake Anderson (55 years)
August 15---Russ and Diana Mellon Martin (29 years)
August 16---Eric and Leona Anderson (2 years)
August 28---Ken and Merna Morgan Hellevang (23 years)
August 30---LeRoy and Vonnie Dake (57 years)
August Weddings

Ryan and Heidi
August 6---Heidi Kaye Johnson weds Ryan Lowell Henderson
at noon at 316 Charles Street, Long Lake, Minnesota.
August 20---Shane Michael Swenson and Jayna Christine Lee

Best Wishes!

Miss Hetty's Mailbox:

Dear Miss Hetty,

I do wonder about Ryan Henderson marrying Heidi Anderson, instead of Heidi Johnson, as reported in your column last week! The editors are mistaking Johnson for Anderson on that one! And do you know? I read it three times before I noticed it myself!

Elaine Wold
Wahpeton, ND

Ooooooooooops! How did that sneak past our eagle-eyed editors and proofreaders! Oof dah! Here I was worrying about how we were going to keep track of two sets of unrelated Johnsons and two sets of unrelated Andersons and two sets of unrelated Hendersons ... and the next thing I knew, one of those Johnson girls had turned into an Anderson right before my eyes! Well, that happened once before, when Kathlyn Johnson married Argyle Anderson, but it wasn't supposed to happen this time ... while we're waiting to see Heidi, another Johnson girl, become Heidi Henderson. But it really wasn't my fault, Heidi, honest! The troll made me do it!

Miss Hetty

Keep Us Posted!

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?

'Many Thankse

Miss Hetty


Thanks for the good read! Got to say, I was VERY relieved to hear about Sherry remembering that Fern was at that address and finding such lovely people, in Jim and Edith! Certainly felt deeply anxious for those young people, after the last episode, with no one seemingly willing to help them out! Your writing is wonderful, Larry! Thanks for sharing your life so freely; I look forward to each thing you write!

Congratulations to Marlee and Troy on their wonderful news! I wish we could have attended the celebration and met all their beautiful children! Best wishes to all of you.

I had to chuckle when I read about Betty thinking she has a "hard heart" ... RIGHT!

And, Weston ... I know how you felt -- that type of thing makes me a wreck, too! Yikes -- that was nerve wracking, just reading about it!

Thanks to Kjirsten for her series ... I will miss it! Hoping you keep us up to date on your adventures in Houston, too, although they will be a world apart from your former ones, by just the sampling of what you gave us!

Loved the Foto funnie of Sam!

Good poem, Elaine; never thought of a clothesline that way before ... yes, it would have told a story! Attention: Ginny ... would you share the story of your "clothesline" sometime? I know I still laugh when I think about your telling it to me!

Donna Johnson
Ashby, MN

I have a question for Larry... Can you tell us Jim and Edith's last name? They lived in the Scappoose area, right? They look so familiar. My grandparents lived in McMinnville, so it's possible I met these people sometime. Thanks!

Janie Anderson
Dwight, ND

I'm settled here at the computer with The Bulletin before me to write you what is in my heart as I read it again and again. A flood of precious feelings came over me as I watched the first picture on the first page scroll up when The Bulletin arrived Saturday morning ... I closed my eyes and was again with my family out at Excelsior park here in Minneapolis when I was a child. My dad loved the roller coaster and the exciting rides, but Mother was content to just watch.

I feel bad to even talk about it as Roy was so poor and lived on a farm way out in the country without a dad, and he never had any of that kind of fun as a child. So, I am sure if Donna Mae only knew how much that trip to the Fergus Fair was impressing her grandchildren she would feel well rewarded for what it meant to load them up on that HOT Saturday afternoon and start off to the fair. Fifty years from now they may be describing that thrill.

Thank you for telling us about Kristin and Lexie, Dorothy. So very nice a dear daughter-in-law (Patty) and son Zach could step into that vacancy left by them. As much as you would want to bring back the past, it is all too final and only a memory forever.

FINALLY, we hear about the next part of the Vagabonds. Oh, if I almost cried right along with them before, I surely did when this chapter came. I couldn't describe the feeling when I imagined Sherry and Amy waiting at that door for the lady to answer her knock, and then to be welcomed into that atmosphere of "home and food." It was beyond a word description what that would have meant.

But, I'm sorry, Larry, we are not satisfied yet. We must hear what happened next. I see by the picture taken weeks later that something good had begun to happen. That happiness on Sherry's face said volumes. For some reason Jim and Edith looked familiar, but I doubt I would have ever met them. What a heartwarming story! Do you still keep in touch with that couple?

I thought of IdaMae Peterson having to come back to Minnesota from Brazil, due to illness, and how she would feel exactly like Kjirsten about the pace here and the culture and friends she misses keenly from her beloved field of labor. I definitely foresee Kjirsten returning there with a profession to help those Bolivians.

Somehow I felt relieved that the London travelers were safely back home again. Maybe I'm just old, but I think I would have panicked to have so many things happen to the well laid plans to the airport. I'm glad to just be home and only reading about all those things the young folks have courage to do.

I was so surprised at Don's experience with the Schwartz Mfg. Co. in Cokato. Didn't know he was such a gifted engineering designer and developer/ inventor. Or did I just read all that skill into the story and am mistaken? By the way, did you ever sell all the golf equipment?

I loved the I STILL LOVE CLOTHESLINES poem. How well I remember the frozen clothes, but oh, they smelled so nice. Even now I hang some things out to get that smell.

I am hoping the adoption party will be covered in The Bulletin. That would be so touching -- THREE all at once. It will be a success in that the kids will be excited, and can "adopt" a loving group of "relations" now to themselves.

Thanks again, Dorothy and Jerrianne ... this is Tuesday, and I can imagine you already designing the next Bulletin. Well, we just know we won't be disappointed. I've gotten to the "can hardly wait" stage to see the front page picture. You're just lucky I don't write everything I enjoyed as I devoured The Bulletin -- it would be longer yet.

Roy and Betty Droel
MoundsView, MN


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