Sunday, November 6, 2005
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Ethan Horne takes his best shot.
UPDATE -- Hurricane Wilma Cleanup
by Steve Miller
Coral Springs, FL
I will get some photos of the mess to you. I will mail a bunch to you and you can select the ones you like. Sandy said they would take quite large files or something like that (which went -- whizzz -- right over my head). Anyway, I hope to get them to you for next week.
Sue and Alex have been here since Saturday and Sandy found a cheap ticket so she and Zachary were here from Saturday 'til Tuesday. LOVE those grandkids! Cleanup and grandkids have kept me busy this week!
P.S. I sold a new subscriber [Sue] on your great paperless paper.
UPDATE -- Our School
by Whitney Johnson
Long Lake, MN
I guess it's my time to give an update on the school Mark and I go to. We go to Connections Academy that is based in Maryland. It is just in a few states, and just came to Minnesota last February.
I was one of their first students, one of eight. Connections Academy is public school on-line so I had to spend no time figuring out my curriculum and such.
We have a few teachers that we can contact with our questions and to grade our assignments. Both Mark and I enjoy it a lot. If you would like to go in-depth you can go to their webpage, www.connectionsacademy.com
Thanks again for great Bulletins, week after week.
Photos by Kiimberly Johnson
School pictures 2005: Mark Johnson, left; Whitney Johnson, right.
(Mark is in 7th grade and Whitney is in 8th grade.)
UPDATE -- Hallowe'en
by Wyatt Johnson
We tried to get a picture together, but they were having NONE of that ... so you get two! Rylie was a princess (if you can believe that!) and Brooklynn was a leopard. Sorry we didn't make it to all the Fargo places, but we knew our time was limited, so we went to Great-grandma Marilyn's, and to our neighbors' houses. Rylie had to show off her shoes that lit up, and for some reason felt the need to ask everyone, "Do you know my mom? Her name is Jolene." I think that was her small talk, so she didn't feel bad about taking candy from everyone.
Princess Rylie, left; and Brooklynn, the leopard, right.
Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
Photos by Donna Anderson Johnson
Becky & Jack o' Lantern.
Tricks or Treats!
We couldn't have asked for nicer weather for our trick or treating event! Linda and I took Caity and Jayce into Ashby, where they went up an entire street and then back down the other side ... pretty well loading their bags. (The bags were gifts from Auntie Lori ... they'd come loaded with goodies, including a flashlight for each!)
Next we headed for Alexandria and picked up Becky, making a couple of stops before visiting Great Grandpa and Grandma for more treats and a too short visit, being it was a school night ... which meant heading home long before the kids would have liked to do so. In fact, Caity figured that they should, maybe, have just had that next day off.
Jayce was a Red Power Ranger and Caity was Dracula's wife. :-) (That was the only title we could arrive at, for a costume I'd found at a garage sale last summer.)
Red Power Ranger Jayce & Count Dracula's bride (Caity) visit Dorothy & Don.
Thanks to Dad for repairing and painting our library bookshelves. They look and work so much better! Jayce helped me reload them and we read five books when we finished. Thanks to Mom for adding more books to our collection. We appreciate that, too!
Children's library enhancements.
The Matriarch Speaks W
by Dorothy (Dake) Anderson
Hi, Aunt Dorothy,
Dad was telling me about your newsletter... Can you add me to your list? Dad mentioned we've been here since Saturday. We will probably go home either Saturday afternoon or after union meeting here Sunday.
We have enjoyed our time... Clark didn't have time off, so we decided not to just sit around and clean house. (That will always be there!)
Alexander started kindergarten this year; Clark is still with the credit union. We saw Grandpa Jim [Miller] a couple of weeks ago ... he really only lives about an hour from us, so we went down after Sunday meeting for lunch and then dug out some of the games ... Aggravation, Skipbo, Racko (Grandpa won), pig dominos. We had loads of fun!
Sue Miller Smith
Plant City, FL
Editor's Note: Your subscription is entered -- you should get your first copy this coming Saturday. Enjoy!
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?
(Hint: On the picture at right, one out of four is a perfect score.)
Answers to last week's mystery pictures (click here to review them):
Now let me guess ... could that be Kurt and Jeni ... and Kurt and Jeni? Funny!
The lovely couple pictured are Kurt and Jeni Larson. I believe those pictures are from their recent honeymoon. What a cute couple!
Traveling East, Going West
By Larry Dake
We pulled off the state highway, onto a gravel road that stretched into gently rolling, sagebrush-covered hills. The sagebrush had a powdery, blue-green hue and a distinct, refreshing smell.
We'd been on the road for nine hours. I needed to work the kinks out of my back, and we needed to refresh ourselves in general, before we arrived at the ranch for our interview.
There were no distant foghorns, no rumbling trains, traffic, or surf, no pitter-patter of rain on a forest floor. There was total silence, with the exception of a few sounds of our own making: our feet in the gravel, our breathing, and the ticking of the cooling engine. Back in Clatskanie, these sounds would have gone unnoticed. Here, they were as distinct as the exhilarating fragrance of the sage.
We were in what is known as the high desert of southeastern Oregon, a gently rolling land, interspersed by buttes and plateaus rimmed by rocky cliffs called rim-rock.
There were few fences. Occasionally we'd cross a cattle guard where a fence crossed the highway. Signs warned that we had entered open range, where livestock roam at will across the road.
The region was home to one of the last truly free herds of wild mustangs. By traveling east, we'd reached the wild west!
Secretly, this idea of me getting a job out here as a sheep herder seemed like a stretch. Until very recently, when I'd read our neighbor's book, titled Raising Sheep the Modern Way, the only things I knew about sheep, I'd learned from reading The Bible, or from hearing preachers speaking about the qualities of sheep.
True, I'd hauled a few sheep when I'd been a Bullhauler, but that taught me little about them.
Something my neighbor told me weighed heavy on my mind. He'd mentioned how sheep would often find a way out of a fence, but not be able to find their way back in. The shepherd would have to catch the errant sheep and "lift" it back over the fence. He said that out where we were going it could be miles to the next gate. I knew that with my back, lifting a 150-pound sheep over a fence was not an option!
If we were so lucky as to get the job, I had serious doubts about whether I could keep it. But, I reasoned, if I lost it, we'd be better off in a small-town ranching community than back on the outskirts of metropolitan Portland. One thing was sure: we were not suited for city life. This sheep job, if I got it, would be our ticket back to the country!
When we arrived at the ranch, we were invited for supper with the family.
We learned that the man of the house was the ranch manager. His son was in charge of the sheep operation.
The sheep operation headquarters were about 50 miles away. (The only sheep we got to see on this trip was one sick ewe in a paddock near the house.) The two bands of sheep, about 2,400 ewes, were in the mountains, more than 80 miles away, in the care of two Peruvian sheep herders.
This was a large ranch, with over 5,000 registered Red Angus cows, possibly the largest herd of registered Red Angus cattle in the world. They also had a large beef feedlot on the ranch.
The manager spoke well of the owner of the ranch; he was a self-made millionaire from out of state, a good man, and a humanitarian.
However, to the consternation of the manager, the owner wouldn't allow cows to be sold -- only steers. When they got too many cows for one ranch, the owner would buy another. Counting leased land, the ranch had grown to 260,000 acres. The ranch had absorbed 14 sets of ranch buildings.
The owner came about once a month and stayed here at the headquarters, in his ranch house. He'd spend the next day touring the ranch and connecting with the manager. Then he'd return to his home and business in California.
The ranch manager, his wife, and son, lived in a nice double-wide, modular home. After supper, the manager told me I would be "underemployed" as a shepherd. But, he said, they needed someone to live at the sheep headquarters, where the winter lambing facilities were. I would help his son manage the sheep operation. His son would continue to be the manager, but he might not be around much. I would work closely with him, filling in as manager when he wasn't there.
The ranch manager said his son would accompany us to the sheep headquarters, "first thing in the morning," to see the trailer house we would live in. Our home would be 14 miles from an improved road and 80 miles from town. There would be no telephone or mail service. However, we could communicate with the main ranch by two-way radio. If we thought these arrangements were acceptable, we could start as soon as was convenient for us.
We asked for Sundays off, so we could get to town, and meeting, once a week. They agreed to that.
We were shown to our bedroom, in the absentee owner's ranch house, and told to make ourselves at home. It was a large, ranch-style home, professionally decorated with expensive western furnishings.
Before slipping between crisp cotton sheets, we all tiptoed carefully about the huge house, marveling at all the space, and at the extravagant display of wealth. We sat briefly on the leather furniture in the living room, where a mounted coyote stared at us from the coffee table.
Out our bedroom window, we could see the rim-rock in the last light of the evening. We appeared to be in the mouth of a box canyon. A coyote howled up on top of the plateau.
We wondered at our good fortune.
Photo © Larry T. Dake
Goodbye, Clatskanie Home.
Homemade Ice Cream
Shari Miller Schweiger
Kristi had asked me if I had a homemade ice cream recipe ... and the following is what I sent her:
I am sending you this tear stained recipe ... you may ask, "Why would an ice cream recipe have tear stains?" Well, the answer is so easy...
I hadn't looked at this in years ... and it brought back floods of memories of my Mom ... happy memories ... so they are not sad tears ... just "I miss her" smiles and memories.
Making homemade ice cream was one of her favorite parts of get togethers ... and getting all the "details" exactly right. The ice should be broken cubes. (She put ice cubes in a old pillow case and pounded them with a hammer to get them exactly the right size.) Of course, they didn't have a "crush" option on their refrigerator, or I suspect that is what she would have used.
Then there is the matter of the salt ... table salt makes the ice melt at a different rate than ice cream salt ... and if the ice doesn't melt exactly correctly ... the ice cream will freeze too fast and be grainy, or if it freezes too slow, the cream will turn to butter and you will have little chunks of butter in your ice cream. So you want the ice the correct size and the melting to happen at exactly the right pace and temperature.
Homemade Ice Cream
from the kitchen of Blanche Miller
(Makes 3 quarts)
3 cups whole milk
3 cups whipping cream
2 Tablespoons vanilla
1/4 teaspoon salt
Beat eggs until foamy; gradually add sugar until thick; add rest of ingredients ... churn in ice cream freezer.
For best results, once ice cream is churned, remove the dasher and cover the churn and let ice cream "set" for 10-30 minutes before serving.
Sending love and hugs ... let me know how the ice cream turns out...
Editor's Note: the amount of sugar wasn't specified, but is probably at least 1 cup. Click these links to ice cream history and sundaes and cones and hints -- and hand-cranked ice cream photos.
How about some cookies to go with the ice cream?
|Cranberry Chewy Cookies
by Anita Weiland
||1/2 cup butter
3/4 cup brown sugar
1 cup sugar
1 TBSP. orange peel
1 tsp. vanilla
1/3 cup milk
||3 cups flour
1/4 tsp. soda
1 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
2-1/2 cups fresh cranberries
1/2 cup nuts
Cream together butter, brown sugar and sugar; then add vanilla, milk and egg. Beat well. Combine all dry ingredients and add to sugars; stir in the cranberries, orange peel and nuts. Bake at 375 degrees for about 15 to 18 minutes, on well greased cookie sheets. When cool, you can frost your cookies with a powdered sugar frosting with some cream cheese in it. They are really good ... enjoy!
This and That
by Elaine Wold
Enjoyed this cake at a friend's place for "coffee break." Kaye's cake sounds like what my mother used to make (without the apples) -- and then she would make another by adding cocoa and have a chocolate cake. It was inexpensive to make during the Depression years.
1/2 cup butter (1 stick)
1 cup sugar
2 eggs - and milk to fill a cup.
1-1/4 cup flour
2 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. vanilla
Put the batter in a 9-inch square pan. Top with sliced apples; sprinkle sugar and cinnamon on top. Bake in a 350 degree oven 20 minutes, or until done. Serve warm.
Armistice Day (now Veterans' Day)
from THE GLOBE GAZETTE, Wahpeton, North Dakota, November 14, 1918
sent to us by Don Anderson
Peace Again on Earth as
GERMANY QUITS, THE WAR IS ENDED.
DRAFT CANCELLED: FINE TRIP SPOILED.
No more men called to service, 120 men returned from California. No more questionnaires to be sent out and physical examinations halted.
Most of the worries of the local draft board are over.
Monday morning at 5:30 while the bells and whistles were announcing to the world of the signing of the armistice, the train bearing 120 Richland County men pulled out on the first leg of its long journey to California.
When the train reached Casselton orders were received to return. They proceeded as far as New Rockford, however, before starting on the homeward journey, arriving back in Wahpeton from "California" at 9:35 Monday evening. Some trip! No winter of sunshine of California for those boys! Too bad! A list of names will be published in the next issue. [Don Anderson's father, Harry Anderson, was among this group.]
The following article by Beaver Johnson was published in the January 2003 quarterly newsletter of Pederson-Tripp Legion Post 357, Ashby, Minnesota. It was more recently published as a guest editorial, entitled "A Great Organization" in "The Minnesota Legionaire," Volume 87, Number 7, July, 2005.
I have never served in combat, and have never served overseas. I spent only a few months on active duty training for the Air National Guard, then served six years of weekends at Fargo, North Dakota. My service does not qualify me to shine the boots of some of our Legion members, past and present, who have been places and seen things that I can only imagine. I serve the Legion as a way to give something back to those veterans who gave so much more than I, to aid those still with us, as well as to honor those who have passed on.
Those who spent time in the worst places seldom talk of it. The World War Two fighter pilot who flew off carriers in the South Pacific, the foot soldier who froze his feet in Korea, the fellow who explained the stages of his time in Vietnam as scared to death, hoping it wouldn't hurt much when he was killed, and feeling that he didn't want to go home because he could never fit in there again; they talk little of it, but one hears enough to know that we who served stateside have no idea what war is really like.
The American Legion is an organization where all members start at the same rank, no matter where they may have been or what status they may have attained in the military. The enlisted man and the officer work together, each judged by his or her ability and accomplishments in the Legion organization. While some attain high positions at local, district, state, and national levels, we have a representative government, with leaders elected by the membership. The constitutional cornerstone declaring all members equal is the American Legion's greatest strength.
We are members of a great organization, dedicated to helping veterans and youth at all levels, from lobbying in Washington, D.C. and state capitols, to working in our local communities. We may not always agree as to how we should spend our time and our money, but let us never forget what it means to be a member of the American Legion. Let each of us do whatever he or she can to keep the American Legion and our country strong by making sure that the sacrifices of those who have gone to war are never forgotten.
Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of 5
This Week's Special Days
November 11---Veterans' Day
This Week's Birthdays:
November 7---Steven Anderson
November 7---Thomas Roland Mellon
November 7---Sandra Kay Miller Smith
November 10---Argyle Anderson
November 11---Allison Aydelotte (8 years)
November 12---Patty Anderson Henderson
More November Birthdays:
November 2---Gert Dake Pettit
November 2---Brianna Susan Lehtola (4 years)
November 14---Marian Miller
November 17---Zachary Myron
November 17---Mark Andrew Johnson
November 19---Tyler Swenson
November 21---Alex Jo Marie Sigman (1 year)
November 21---Amy Elaine Printz (1 year)
November 26---DeLoris Anderson
November 30---Aaron Stahlecker
November 16---Argyle and Kathlyn Johnson Anderson (42 years)
November 26---Ben and Heather Henderson (1 year)
November 29---Kurtis and Jeni Larson (1 year)
More November Special Days
Miss Hetty Says
Miss Kitty reports that they've had company from Texas recently. Their visitor's name is Flat Stanley Lambchop and he has a most unusual story. In the book, Flat Stanley, by Jeff Brown, Stanley is squashed flat by a falling bulletin board. One of the many advantages is that Flat Stanley can now visit his friends by traveling in an envelope. Nick Spalding, who is in Mrs. Schraub's 4th grade class in San Antonio, Texas, sent him to Alaska as part of their Flat Stanley project, to help them learn about continents, oceans, landforms, and map skills during their geography unit. Flat Stanley volunteered to travel and share his experiences.
When Flat Stanley arrived, he looked like a regular Texas kid (though he wasn't wearing his cowboy boots and cowboy hat). However, by the time he arrived in Anchorage, it was too cold for shirtsleeves and sneakers, so they got him outfitted in a parka and mukluks to go ice fishing and snowmachining or sled dog racing and other typical Alaska adventures. That's all fine with Miss Kitty, who promises to help him eat any fish he might catch, but she volunteered to stay home to make the cocoa and roast marshmallows in the fireplace.
Flat Stanley describing the salmon he caught, left; in his parka & mukluks, 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?
Click here to review last week's Bulletin
Wow! What a fun Bulletin!
Was great to see the pictures of Eric, Cody and Justin. Is it my imagination or does Justin look a lot like Uncle Bill, his grandpa?
Sorry to hear that Steve and Marion had storm damage. Wonder about the rest of the relations in Florida...
Loved the picture of the kids buried in the pile of leaves. That is a scene that will never grow old!
The picture of Sarah and Amy on the beach is "famous" in our family. I had never seen the one of Sherry and Sarah running on the beach ... love the reflection on the wet sand ... really picks up the atmosphere of the Oregon coast.
Lots to enjoy ... again!
Enjoyed The Bulletin this week, as always!
Sure sorry to hear about your hurricane damage, Steve.
Larry's contribution made me "homesick" for the Colombia River gorge and Oregon coast! When we lived in Idaho, we loved to visit both of those areas. I'd highly recommend them as a vacation idea. The highway that runs along the coast allows some incredible views from the high, rocky bluffs above the beach and ocean. And the flowers and other vegetation is lush everywhere. Lots of interesting little towns with all sorts of shops, art galleries, potteries, glass blowing studios ... Oh my, I may have to pack up right now and head that way again!
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
by Betty Droel
I was hopelessly disappointed in the first picture on the first page ... I just KNEW it would be of Miss Kitty and a huge Alaska pumpkin, with a fantastic framing around it by Bitzi, but here was this simple little picture. Thanks to the photo editor for telling me that my printed page missed the idea of it entirely. The bats were flying
on the screen version! So then I had to appreciate it, at last, after seeing that it really was
a clever picture, as I brought it up on the screen and looked again.
I wish Elaine knew how much we loved the picture again of her Castor Beans, with her beside them. It was a Chuckles
picture, but a very nice picture and funny caption.
Tonight is Halloween. The goblins have trouped up to the door with their sacks open, and Roy keeps busy dropping Hershey bars into them. They've quieted down now, though, as it's getting late. I dread this late night part, thinking there may be some big kids trying to elbow their way into the house, expecting us to be vulnerable and trusting.
Thanks, Steve, for that hurricane update. We have mentioned you often, wondering how
you were faring there. I'm sure you would miss a big oak tree. We will be glad for the pictures you promised to send.
Justin looks great in his hat... I remember others that you never see unless they have
one like it on. Doesn't look like Cody or Eric have followed suit.
Always glad to hear how Diana is getting along. There will always be things you miss
Once again, Donna Mae comes through with the most unusual picture of her champions. So did you find all the groceries? (Smile)
No question that the GUESS pictures were the same two ... Newlyweds!
I couldn't believe I was reading something Vonnie Dake had written. Their family is well represented in The Bulletin,
and we have enjoyed every single one of the items. I can't imagine why LeRoy hasn't written something again.
Well, Larry, you did it again!!!!!!!! Left us standing in the dust of that little old ladies sedan as you zoomed on to another interview with a rancher in eastern Oregon. Please don't be too busy to send the next chapter in -- because we are already waiting by the computer for it, and it's only Monday.
What a memorable picture of Susie and Ethan! All too soon he will be reading the funnies himself.
Doesn't look like Beaver was doing much helping of making the lefse
For some reason, the Miss Hetty letter with Wade's note was just precious. It touched my heart to see all those children, knowing in only a couple years they change so much. That is no small task to make cupcakes and frost them and deliver them -- but as a mother, it would have been all fun!
I LOVED that quote of the day. We just had some company, and had cleaned and polished and shined -- then that very day comes this quote of "God created company so the house would get cleaned." Ha! It's usually presentable, but company brings out the dust rags! It was Martha Nelson and IdaMae, to you who know them.
I went to Dr. Tom Miller today, and he said he hadn't gotten The Bulletin.
He really wanted it, so I forwarded it to him, Dorothy. Am I on the blacklist now? He also said that LeRoy Dake has a lot of pictures, and may have a cabin picture you are looking for.
The Hallowe'eners must have gone home, so we will lock the door and turn out the lights.
Once more, Roy is left with his favorite thing ... many Hershey bars left over.
Thanks again for a wonderful Saturday morning treat ... always there, always exciting,
always different. HOW DO YOU DO IT? I know how -- many contributors and many
hours of editing and publishing. Hope you know it is enjoyed over and over.
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Quotation for the day: Govern a family as you would cook a small fish -- very gently. --Chinese Proverb
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