Heidi & Ryan Henderson wedding, August 6, 2005.
Photo illustration by Kimberly Johnson
Heidi & Ryan Henderson wedding, August 6, 2005.

Updates -

Jeni & Kurt cut their wedding cake, left; Kurt & Shari (Mom!) right.

UPDATE -- Kurt & Jeni Larson renew wedding vows
by Donna Anderson Johnson
Ashby, MN

Kurtis and Jennifer Lambrecht Larson had their formal wedding ceremony and reception at New Prague, Minnesota, on August 6th. Beaver, Caity, Jayce and I were amongst family and friends gathered there, wishing them the best in their marriage. (See Bulletin 131 for an account of their beach wedding in Florida November 29, 2004, just before Kurt was called up for Iraq-related duty in the Persian Gulf ahead of schedule.)

UPDATE -- new baby arrives
by Grandparents Dan and Nancy Mellon
Yucaipa, CA

He's here. Austin Patrick Montford was born on Friday, August 5th at 12:24 p.m. He weighed in at 7 lbs., 2 oz., and is 21-3/4" tall. Mom and baby are doing great!

Parents: Julian and Anne Mellon Montford
Brother: Aiden

UPDATE -- Lori Chap's job anniversary at Benfield

Weston's birthday barbeque -- those cupcakes look pretty cute, too!

UPDATE -- birthday party for Weston
by Donna Anderson Johnson
Ashby, MN

Lori and Shawn hosted a birthday party for Weston on Sunday. Coni, Wyatt, Jolene, Brooklynn, Eric, Leona and Lori's new roommate, Mandy Week, were all at the party, along with Caity, Jayce, Beaver, Shawn, Lori and me.

Shawn also provided entertainment with his new basketball game in his basement, much to the enjoyment of Caity and Jayce!

More great food! Shawn grilled burgers and hotdogs, while Lori provided cheesy hashbrown potatoes, pasta salad, chips and homemade salsa and meat and cheese for snacking. Mandy brought puppy chow (which Jayce couldn't get enough of ... after being told it wasn't really puppy chow) and Weston and Coni brought pop. We topped off the meal with wonderful birthday cupcakes brought by Wyatt and Jolene.

Various guests tried out the new lawn game Lori had purchased from a co-worker. Looked like a lot of fun, although it was hotter out there than I cared for, so I leaned toward staying in the air conditioning! It was a low key, relaxing birthday for Weston.

Lori, Caity, Jayce & Shawn enjoy a game of basement basketball.

Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
Ashby, MN

From left: Marlene Anderson Johnson, mother of the bride; Whitney Johnson, the bride's sister; Heidi Johnson (now Mrs. Ryan Henderson); Holly Henderson, the bridegroom's sister; Tami Henderson, the bridegroom's mother.

Heidi and Ryan's Wedding

Beaver, Caity, Jayce and I headed for Don and Patty's early Friday afternoon. Later that afternoon Lori and Shawn joined Don, Patty, Zach, Beaver and me. We were all there to slice, dice, chop, stir, and especially skewer throughout the evening, all in preparations for Heidi and Ryan's big day. We all managed to get some good visiting in while doing so, which turned it into a fun evening.

Lori and Shawn took Caity and Jayce along when they left, so she could get them ready for the wedding, while I continued to help in the morning. I was very happy that all went very smoothly. Beaver helped load the many containers of rice and we were off for the wedding.

It turned out to be such a gorgeous summer day, with a little breeze and very comfortable temperatures, for August. (Especially as there have been many miserable days of late!) I managed to sneak in a few pictures, although I'm sure Kim will have many more to share.

The bride looked radiant and the groom so very handsome. The entire home and yard was just perfect! Marlene and Rich looked very stunned to be giving their daughter in marriage, but held together quite well. :-) My sister Patty did us proud officiating the ceremony -- quite lovely! Such a beautiful song, sung by Melissa Boroughs, with music and words written by Rachel. I was so impressed!

Don and Patty did their usual excellent job of delicious food and tremendous presentation. Everywhere I turned, I heard people commenting on how tasty it all was. Zach, Leona and Eric pitched in and helped, too, so it was a well run operation. A success for sure!

I'm sure all the loving work that went into making this a most perfect wedding day was all very worth it to Ryan and Heidi and their families. I'd spoken to Sheri Lundstrom and she had mentioned how long they'd been working there the day before. A person realizes how much easier it all is with so many helping hands!

I'm sure you all join me in wishing them a long and wonderful marriage!


Heidi, Ryan & Whitney at buffet, left; Ryan & Heidi cut cake, right.

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

Bridegroom's parents Chuck & Tami Henderson at left; bride's parents, Marlene & Richard Johnson at right; Ryan & Heidi Johnson Henderson, center.

Forever Yours

On Saturday, August 6th, 2005, Heidi Johnson and Ryan Henderson were married.

It was a lovely day, all one could wish for; it was the day Rich and Marlene gave their daughter Heidi Kaye to Chuck and Tami Henderson's son Ryan. It was also the day they gained another son, Ryan Lowell Henderson. And of course remember that Karen Johnson and Don and I now have another grandson, while Lowell and Ruth Rohs and Hermina Henderson share our Heidi for a granddaughter.

The wedding was touching and sweet to the soul. To watch our lovely granddaughter, and the Henderson-Rohs's handsome grandson, coming down the aisle towards all of us grandparents, under the dappling of the sun through the leaves shadowing the canvas overhead, brought tears to many eyes.

We were welcomed to the wedding by Heidi's Aunt Patty Henderson, who then served as the announcer of the program.

Martha Nelson opened the ceremony with a prayer.

It brought tears to my eyes when Melissa Boroughs sang in her lovely soprano voice the words of Forever Yours*, a piece composed especially for Heidi and Ryan by her cousin Rachel, who accompanied Melissa on a piano keyboard.

The wedding message was delivered by Ryan's Grandpa, Lowell Rohs. He told us that Ryan had asked him to speak at the wedding. He shared with all of us his love and admiration for the couple and then some very worthwhile advice on keeping a loving home.

As Lowell spoke to us I wondered whether he might be going to administer the vows, as he and Patty were the only ones standing there to the left of the wedding party ... but when he finished speaking he returned to the audience and joined his wife there.

Patty then did the very touching introduction of the participants. She put to them the questions and received the vows that she told us were written by Ryan and Heidi -- lovely promises of hope and respect! She witnessed the exchange of wedding bands and then she pronounced them husband and wife and told the groom it was time to kiss the bride! She then introduced Mr. and Mrs. Ryan Henderson to the 150 or so guests assembled to witness this lovely wedding.

Then we stood while the newlyweds and their attendants returned down the aisle to receive congratulations and best wishes from us all, to cut the cake, to eat hors d'oeuvres, to bless the fellowship and food, and then to partake of the delicious and beautiful buffet dinner catered by Heidi's Uncle Don and Aunt Patty, with the assistance of cousins Zach, Eric, and Leona, and Aunt Donna.

Later, as we saw them off in a shower of rice, it came to my heart: What a beautiful Family Day! And Mr. and Mrs. Ryan Henderson are indeed "beloved"!

* Forever Yours
words and music by Rachel Henderson
A little girl dreams of happiness and joy
A little house, a home, a promise and a boy.
The boy begins to make his dreams come true.
They meet, they love, they grow, and then they say "I do."
It's just a little story of two becoming one.
"Forever yours" has truly just begun.
They hope to be the one to love and hold their spouse,
To keep a safe, a strong, a good and loving house.
To be examples of a faith and love of God.
And show a thankful heart for all of their lot.
It's just a little story of two becoming one.
"Forever yours" has truly just begun.
She promises to be a true and loving wife,
 To keep their Father first through all her life.
He vows to honor her and lead as best he can
 And keep a willingness to hold the Father's hand.
It's just a little story of two becoming one.
"Forever yours" has truly just begun.
A love for one will grow through time and tests and prayer,
And still can hold a place to care for others there,
Two lives made one by a love of the Kingdom --
two lives of hope and joy together are made strong.
It's just a little story of two becoming one.
"Forever yours" has truly just begun.

Wedding tent & car, left; Rachel Henderson plays piano as guests gather, right.

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):

I don't know the cute little girl, but I know the good looking bride and groom are Marlene and Richard Johnson.

Elaine Wold
Wahpeton, ND

I don't know the little girl in Who's Who, but I certainly recognize that adorable couple ... Rich and Marlene [Johnson]. She is still just that pretty and sweet.

Roy and Betty Droel
MoundsView, MN

Editor's Note: Hmmm ... no one seems to have recognized the cute little girl getting acquainted with her "Doodle Bug" ... but she is our new bride, Heidi Johnson Henderson.

LTD Storybrooke

By Larry Dake

A half bottle of liquor stood on my new boss's workbench. The position of my bench was such that I could look over the divider and see him at work.

He set aside the full length leg-brace he had been working on and quietly pulled a handgun from his tool drawer. It was an old gun with a rounded wooden handle and a long barrel. The kind pirates tucked under their belts in the golden days of yore.

I pretended not to notice as he poured gunpowder into the barrel and tamped it down with a rod. Then, turning away from me, he put in the ammunition and tapped it into place. Satisfied, he laid the gun on the table and took another long swig from the bottle.

He had told me that most of the older generation of leg-makers, like himself, were alcoholics. He said that when they did fittings they would serve their clients alcohol to relax them. Most of their clients were loggers or sailors. In those days, fitting a wooden socket to a fleshy stump involved slipping the leg off and on and carving out the spots that hurt. The alcohol eased the pain, and the fittings were more successful. As a result, most of the leg-makers ended up heavy drinkers.

My new job was downtown. It was an orthotic and prosthetic shop -- a place that made custom-made braces for weak legs and backs, and artificial legs and arms for amputees. I had been hired to do orthopedic shoe-rebuilding, and to make custom-made arch supports.

I would also be learning the brace-making trade. I liked the work. All my past orthopedic shoe rebuilding skills came into play, and learning the brace-making trade was a bonus.

Another brace-maker and two artificial limb-makers were in the shop.

The boss's daughter was at the front desk. She greeted clients and fitted breast prostheses. She was an attractive women with a bronze tan. In her spare time she jumped out of airplanes with a parachute strapped to her back.

I had learned from the brace-maker that 20 employees had come and gone in the past three years. He had warned me not to "screw up" or I would be fired on the spot.

And I did get fired -- on my second day of work.

"I heard you've applied for work with my competitor," my boss had said. "I don't plan to train you so you can go over there and work for them! You're fired!"

I had in fact applied for work at the competitor's shop, but as of yet, I hadn't had a job offer. I assured my boss that I wasn't planning to defect.

"I applied over there before you hired me," I had said.

By the end of that week he had given me a two-dollar an hour raise.

The bottle nearly always came out mid-afternoon, when he was done fitting his last customer. When he invited his other employees to join him for a few drinks, things got a little happy until closing time.

But this was a new twist. Little beads of sweat had formed on his brow. With red face, he picked up the gun and pulled back the hammer. The time was 3:42 p.m.

He swung around and pointed the gun in the direction of the two leg-makers.

"SCRAM!" he yelled.

The brace-maker across the isle from me ducked behind his bench. The first leg-maker did the same.

The second leg-maker shouted, "NO! NO!" and ran down the aisle. When he got to the back of the shop, he jumped up on a bench and tried to get behind it. But he was too late.

My boss took aim and fired.


The shot was deafening, being contained within the walls of the shop. A cloud of blue smoke enveloped my boss and his workbench.

The leg-maker in the line of fire yelped, "OUCH!" and everybody laughed as a wad of paper bounced off him and rolled onto the floor.

This scene would be repeated several times during my employment, as it had no doubt been played out a number of times before.

My boss claimed he had found the black powder handgun on the beach, and that he had hired a professional gunsmith to restore it.

Somehow, whenever the gun came out, I was always spared from "biting the bullet."

Andersons, Millers, and Root Beer Floats
By Steve Miller
Coral Springs, FL

Ahhhhhhh! I have just finished one of America's most favorite of all summertime "cooler offers" ... a root beer float! Now mind you, this was not just any ol' root beer float, this was an A & W Root Beer Float. That fact may not carry much significance with the rest of the world, but it does with the Millers and Andersons.

Now I will be the first to admit my float did not have the pizzazz of those we had in days of yore, since the root beer came out of a can (purchased at Albertson's on sale for $1.99 for a 12 pack!) and not out of the tap at a real A & W Root Beer Stand.

But let me get on with the story. As many of you know, I was raised on a farm north of Grove City, Minnesota, and during most of this period of time Uncle Don and Aunt Dorothy and young 'uns lived 30 or 35 miles east of us in or near Howard Lake, Minnesota. If you remember your central Minnesota geography, you will recall that between those two fine towns, and also situated on US Highway 12, is Litchfield.

That is important to the story because there resides (at least I hope it still does) one of those A & W Root Beer Stands. Now I know this may be a shock to some of you, but there was "fast food" before McDonald's and Burger King. In those days they were called "drive-ins" and they had waitresses called "car hops." In the early years, the car hop would come to the car with her order pad and pencil in hand, take the order, then "hop" back to have it filled by the cooks.

When the order was ready, she would bring it back to the car on a special tray that hooked on the car window when the window was lowered to about three or four inches up.

A regular root beer served in a frosty mug was 5 cents, a large was 10 cents and a "baby root beer" (served in the cutest little mug) was free. Later on, they eliminated half of the car hop's trips by installing electronic squawk boxes, through which the order was SHOUTED to an order taker, in hopes they could hear and decipher well enough to get most of what was ordered. Come to think of it, that hasn't changed too much in 45 years, has it?

Anyway, let me get back to the story. In the summer we would quite often, on a Friday night, go to visit the Andersons. On the way we would stop at the A & W for a gallon, yes, a real gallon of root beer. I say real gallon because we had a real brown glass jug that the car hops filled with root beer. There was no such thing as 2-liter plastic bottles. For one thing, plastic wasn't used for containers, and for a second thing, most of us wouldn't have known two liters if we would have tripped over it! But here I am getting sidetracked again.

Let me tell you, that root beer made some mighty fine floats when mixed with dollops of vanilla ice cream from the 5-quart pail of ice cream, pulled out of the freezer and pried out to slowly melt as you slurped it up. I don't know how many each of us had, but I seem to remember we would pretty much kill the whole gallon! When we went home, the jug was left behind. Then in a week or two, or whenever the Andersons came our way to visit, they followed the same routine and we again slurped down more floats.

Oh, mentioning slurping ... you are all familiar with the nasty, slurping noise that a straw makes when getting the very last of the ice cream and foam out of the bottom of the glass, right? That annoying noise just drove my dad right up the wall. To us kids that was half the fun -- seeing how much noise we could make. How did you put up with us kids, anyway?

And there you have it ... Andersons, Millers and Root Beer Floats! Help me out here ... How much did a gallon of root beer cost? Let me guess ... 95 cents. Also, why did you have your own jug? Let me guess again ... we saved two bits! (You know, the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree!!) And one final memory...

Donna, I was so envious of you... You see, when your family got ready to go home, Donnie would sit in the front with your mom and dad and you could stretttccchhh out on the whole back seat to sleep. When we went home, Shari would sit in the front and Duane and I had to scrunch up, with only half the seat for each of us. No fair!

This and That
by Elaine Wold
Wahpeton, ND

Poem for a Wedding
Author Unknown

Today is a day you will always remember,
The greatest in anyone's life.
You'll start off the day just two people in love
And end it as husband and wife.

It's a brand new beginning, the start of a journey,
With moments to cherish and treasure,
And although there'll be times when you both disagree,
These will surely be outweighed by pleasure.

You'll have heard many works of advice in the past,
When the secrets of marriage were spoken,
But now you know that the answers lie hidden inside,
Where the bond of true love lies unbroken.

So live happy forever as lovers and friends,
It's the dawn of a new life for you,
As you stand there together with love in your eyes,
From the moment you whisper, "I do."

And with luck, all your hopes, and your dreams will be real,
May success find its way to your hearts,
Tomorrow can bring you the greatest of joys,
But today is the day it all starts.

Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of
Hetty Hooper

This Week's Birthdays:
August 16---Jason Quick
August 16---Rod McNeill
August 16---Darryl McNeill
August 19---Christopher Michael Chap
August 19---Jordan Nicole Indermark (2 years)
Happy Birthday!

This Week's Anniversaries
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)

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

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 6---Ryan and Heidi Johnson Henderson (next year)
August 9---Jeff and Twila Anderson Aydelotte (14 years)

August 28---Ken and Merna Morgan Hellevang (23 years)
August 30---LeRoy and Vonnie Dake (57 years)
August Weddings
August 6---Heidi Kaye Johnson weds Ryan Lowell Henderson
August 20---Shane Michael Swenson weds Jayna Christine Lee

Best Wishes!

Miss Hetty's Mailbox:

Dear Miss Hetty,

Thank you for the e-card. It was so cute. I have attached some pictures of Sully's birthday party. Hope all is well with everyone!

Adriana (Stahlecker) Brown
Granbury, TX

Sully Michael Brown enjoys his first birthday cake, August 6th.

Thank you for the Congratulations E-Card! It's hard to believe that I've been with Benfield for three years -- time sure does fly! I have wonderful co-workers and enjoy my work, so I guess that's not too shabby. :)

Thank you also for all your hard work done on The Bulletin. It's enjoyed by us all!

Lori Chap
Maple Grove, MN

I just wanted to send a quick note to you and the rest of The Bulletin staff to thank you for the e-card you sent me on my birthday. I ended up having a very nice birthday celebration at Shawn's house. Since most of the family was in town for Heidi's wedding the day before, several of us got together to grill and enjoy a beautiful Sunday afternoon.

Shawn was the gracious host, with a big help from Lori. Also in attendance were my Dad, Donna, Caity, Jayce, Coni, Wyatt, Jolene, Brooklyn, Chris, Eric, Leona and Mandy (Lori's and my new roommate).

Shawn grilled hot dogs and burgers, while Lori prepared the side dishes. We also entertained ourselves playing Shawn's new Pop-A-Shot basketball game and a horseshoes-type yard game. It was a beautiful day and the grilled menu was perfect for a summer afternoon.

Thanks again for the e-card, and thanks to everyone who remembered me on my birthday. Special thanks to Shawn and Lori for hosting lunch on Sunday, and to everyone who attended and contributed to the meal. Hope we can do it again next year!

Weston Johnson
Maple Grove, MN

P.S. I don't have any pictures from Sunday, but I know Donna took a bunch, so maybe you can ask her if she has any pictures to include in The Bulletin.

Playing a "horseshoes-type" lawn game at Weston's birthday party.

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


Hmmmmm ... I have a clothesline story? Funny thing, Donna ... I don't remember it! You will have to clue me in or I will have to make up a new one!

I just caught up on three Bulletins! Lotsa good reading!

I absolutely love Doug's Foto-funnies!

And, of course, my li'l brother writes a great story! Keep 'em comin', Larry.

Was great to hear from Carol and Steve...

I know there are more readers out there who could add another dimension ... Jennie ... Amy ... Sarah ... to name a few!

Thanks to all who contribute ... and all of you that work to pull it all together.

Ginny McCorkell
Blaine, MN

I had this root beer story just about all written last Tuesday evening when I accidentally hit some key and the whole thing disappeared into that computer black hole! When I was in high school there was a saying, "never trust anyone over 30." Well, I have changed that just a little ... never trust a computer of any age! And remember, Donna, you asked for this!

Steve Miller
Coral Springs, FL

Enjoyed seeing the snapshot of Lori at her piano recital. :-) Lori doesn't recall it being in our photo albums -- do you remember how you got that one? Would love a copy of it, but I can never print just one portion of any of The Bulletin. It always prints the whole thing out...

Doris Anderson
LaMirada, CA

Editor's note: It is on the way as an attachment and also in an e-mail. And as to how I got the photo, it came from my album with your notation on the back... Loved it when I got it and enjoyed sharing it!

Puzzled in St. Cloud...

Just skimmed #164 and am looking forward to reading the whole thing properly after work tonight ... just one thing I was wondering ... did you notice the red ribbon with a medal that Donnie is wearing in that foto-funnie picture? I always thought the ribbon was a design on his shirt until the photo was enlarged. What's the story on that, I wonder?

The strangest thing; I came home and found a troll on the front doorstep!

Imagine my surprise... I was wondering if any of your readers would know anything about this?

Doug Anderson-Jordet
St. Cloud, MN

Editor's answer: I surely don't remember about a medal. How about it, Donnie, do you recall winning a medal?

I am sure after all your untiring effort and hours and dedication to put a Bulletin together, you would be so glad for feedback from those who just sit back to enjoy it ... and I don't want to disappoint you by not sending a thank you, and telling you how much we have enjoyed it once again. We continue to have the very same enthusiasm every time Saturday gets close ... and each time it's another exciting issue.

I wonder if that magnificent scene on the front page is upside down? It is soooooo clear, and such depth. Truly a mirror reflection. I have always wished we could see that area, but I know we never will, so always take a real interest in whatever anyone writes about it, or any pictures of the world famous Banff. Sounded just like something Kjirsten would have written, even to the cost of things -- and the hiking and camping, etc. ... a family love, this roughing it kind of traveling. I almost felt like going out in the back yard and trying out the camp pie.

Dorothy, someone came through with UPDATES this week. It was so interesting about the move to a house after apartment living. Glad there was a picture, and I'm sure it will soon be the old time coziness as they transform it into "their" house with "their" furniture, etc. I love the upstairs windows instead of just the slanted ceiling.

Chris, we have Progressive Insurance. It is supposed to be a very reliable company, but thank goodness we haven't had to have any claims. A Claims Rep. ... hhhhmmmm, everybody holds their breath as you assess the damage and pronounce their fate. Today is August 8th, so you are starting today. Congratulations, and best wishes on your new job!

The update on the cancer patient, Russ Martin, by his wife Diana, is heartrending. A long road ahead, but thankfully it is only one step at a time. We live about two miles from Unity Hospital, in MoundsView. If Diana and family ever would need anything, we would be more than glad to be a help. We have room, we could fix a lunch or whatever, and we could visit the hospital. Our number is (763) 784-2156 -- Roy and Betty (Weiland) Droel. We don't know you folks, but that doesn't matter -- we have mutual friends. My brother lives in Coon Rapids. What is Maralee's address? If Diana would rather be private and not involved or even contact us, that is certainly understandable, but we are here.

It was so much fun to read The Matriarch Speaks -- how well I remember that V day myself, and I know Louella Smith and Lettie's home and Woolworth's lunch counter, too ... stirred up great memories that had been covered with dust for years.

What a precious word scene at Jim and Edith's again. How did job hunting go, Larry? How long did you stay with them? and then what, and then what and then what? You have many Bulletins to fill with the sequence.

Elaine, I remember, too, standing in a line about a block long at Dayton's store, waiting for a pair of brand new NYLONS, which were so soft and sheer and luxurious. I remember how the clerk used to handle them from the box so they wouldn't snag.

I recognize some names having birthdays and anniversaries ... Congratulations. I may get a card off to Don and Dorothy Anderson for 55 years, and I can give LeRoy and Vonnie congratulations in person for their 57th.

Thanks again, you Bulletin crew, for another Bulletin that Roy and I both enjoyed.

Roy and Betty Droel
MoundsView, MN


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