Sunday, December 18, 2005
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Photo © Virginia McCorkell
Many hands make light work at LTD's 50th birthday party!
Levi watches lighting of Grandpa's candles with very sleepy eyes.
Larry Dake, left; Levi & Sarah Steinhauer, right.
UPDATE -- Birthday Parties
by Ginny (Dake) McCorkell
This past weekend the Maverick Man and I actually got into our little white Stratus and headed out of town. (We are hopeless homebodies.) As we headed north and out of town, I called our Editor to see what she expected to be doing in two hours. She said, "Entertaining visitors?"
I had high hopes of getting to see her at work in her office, but traffic was heavy so it took us longer to get there than anticipated. We were running short on time so we called again and arranged to meet at Perkins for a bite to eat.
It was great to see both Dorothy and Don, though it was a short visit. We even took a couple of pictures for proof that we had been there. Alas and alack, both pictures got deleted by accident ... digital cameras are great, but you do need to pay attention to what you are doing!
Then we had to be on our way to see Levi ... uh ... I mean, we headed for Breckenridge to celebrate Sarah's 24th birthday and LTD's 50th birthday. We did get to play with Levi for what remained of the evening.
Larry, Sherry and Amy came in the morning. Sarah stirred up a very tasty pot of venison chili.
It took three sets of hands to get all those candles lit and when the smoke cleared away we had pumpkin cake with ice cream. Mmmm ... it was very good!
Once we all had "sufficiency for our capacity," the youngsters challenged the oldsters to a game of Taboo. Much to their surprise, we won. It had to be all those years of experience on our side ... never mind that we only won by one point.
A fine drizzle kept us company all the way home.
Photos by Sarah (Dake) Steinhauer
L to R: Larry & Ginny McCorkell, Amy Dake, Mike Steinhauer, Larry & Sherry Dake.
by Adriana (Stahlecker) Brown
Once again, I have truly enjoyed reading The Bulletin.
Reading others' stories about Thanksgiving gatherings reminds me of our own get-togethers here in Texas at Grandma (Lois) Dake's house. This year, Michael and I did not get to attend because I was working, but it is always fun and good to be with family. I definitely missed being there this year.
Sully is now walking all over the place. He is really enjoying the holidays this year. He loves all of the lights! I have attached a few pictures so you can see how he's growing! We are doing well!
We wish all good health and happiness and a wonderful New Year!
Sully Michael Brown (Oh, those baby blue eyes!)
UPDATE -- First Anniversary
by Jeni Larson
San Diego, CA
Thought we'd give you a little update on what's been going on here in San Diego...
Thanks again for the very thoughtful anniversary card you sent us a couple weeks ago. It's hard to believe that just over a year ago now, Kurt and I were exchanging vows on a sandy, Florida beach!
Since we each already had plans for the night of our anniversary (Tuesday, November 29th), Kurt and I planned for a nice dinner out on Wednesday night. We enjoyed a very delicious steak dinner, complete with potatoes and veggies, and for dessert, a fudge brownie sundae! Mmmmm...
We had mutually agreed a couple weeks prior to our anniversary that our gift to each other would be to purchase some professional photographs from our Minnesota wedding celebration. Yes, I know, we have taken our sweet time getting our order placed ... the wedding celebration was 3-1/2 months ago.* (We're wondering how great of an idea it is for one procrastinator to marry another.)
Anyway, when we got to dinner, Kurt presented me with a little box that contained the most gorgeous white gold and diamond tennis bracelet. I scolded him for breaking our agreement, and then secretly reminded myself that I picked a good one! His mother and sisters must have taught him over the years how to make a woman feel special. (Thanks, ladies!)
In other news, Kurt and I have recently found out that we are expecting a baby this summer. We are both thrilled with the news, as are our families and friends. Kurt called Sami, his 11-year-old daughter in Minnesota, to tell her the good news. She was SO excited. When he put her on the phone with me, all I could hear was screeching "chipmunk" chatter. She was talking so fast and so high-pitched, I think only the neighborhood dogs could understand. Sami spends the summers with us, so she is VERY excited that she will be here when the baby arrives.
Sami will also be here with us for five days over Christmas, so we are looking forward to that! We will send you some pictures from her visit, as well.
It takes some getting used to, getting into the holiday spirit in 60-70 degree weather out here. Last week, Kurt's work (U.S. Navy) held a "Holly Jolly Holiday Ball" that we attended. It was nice. We got to get all decked out and enjoy some catered dinner and dessert. The hotel where the ball was held was beautifully decorated for Christmas, so that helped us to get into the holiday spirit. Now to finish our shopping!
Well, that's about all for now. More to come.
Warm Wishes from San Diego,
[*For those of you that are confused ... Kurt and I were planning an August of 2005 wedding for some time, but upon learning last November that he would be deployed to Iraq unexpectedly only nine days later, we had an impromptu wedding on the beach while visiting family in Florida. Due to the rushed nature (24-hours notice!), our family and friends from other states could not be there, so we decided to continue with our original wedding plans for August in Minnesota.]
Kurt and Jeni attend Holiday Ball, left; just before 1st anniversary, right.
UPDATE -- Homecoming!
by Jim Pachan
Back in the U.S.A
I am on U.S. Soil!
We left Kuwait yesterday (Sunday, December 11th) at 10 a.m., Kuwait time, and got into New Jersey last night around 7:20 p.m. It was close to a 15 hour flight, with only one stop, in Germany.
It was pretty much uneventful, as was most of the past month in Kuwait. The group I was with was the last of the 42nd Infantry Division to get out of country.
We were met at the plane by a ton of high ranking people and politicians, but it was dark and I was tired and really didn't care who they were. We were also met by a small group of some of the New Jersey/ New York soldiers at an auditorium. Bottom line: it is OVER!
Anyway, just wanted to say hello to everyone and let you know that I am done overseas and have just out processing to go. We should be here for around a week.
I am not sure if I am going to go directly to Minnesota or stop off in St. Louis first and drop some stuff at the house. Either way, I will be spending Christmas in Minnesota. Will see a lot of you in the very near future. Everyone else have a great Holiday Season.
Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
Jayce Chap (necktie, center front) & schoolmates in concert.
Christmas Holiday Concert
The Christmas Holiday Concert was presented by Ashby Elementary School, Thursday evening. It was spirited and proved to be lots of fun for those parents, grandparents and various relatives there to cheer for their little ones.
Jayce's class performed several songs, in keeping with several different holiday celebrations. Ending with a It's A Small World, to remind us there's much that children and people throughout the world share.
Caity's fourth grade class sang Silver Bells and Winter Fantasy. They joined the 5th and 6th graders with Frosty the Snowman, Little Drummer Boy and Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer.
We, as the audience members, joined in singing Deck the Halls and Silent Night.
Caity Chap (pink shawl, center front) & schoolmates in concert.
Caity & teacher Brenda Johnson, left; Jayce & teacher Cindy Welch, right.
Midnight [Caity's cat], as far as we can tell being totally blind (other than maybe light/dark contrasts), seems to enjoy stalking Reesy [the miniature Doberman Pinscher]. Poor Reesy, with her bell, is a great target.
I took these pictures as Midnight waited at the top of the steps for her, then went down after her and then back up and waited to pounce again. It was pretty funny to watch! Midnight has gotten big enough that Reesy stays her distance, although they still play on occasion, too, chasing each other and teasing back and forth.
Midnight held Reesy at bay for a long time, until Jayce came upstairs. Then Reesy rushed up behind him, as Jayce's noise distracted Midnight.
The Matriarch Speaks W
by Dorothy (Dake) Anderson
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):
The cute little boy on the right, I believe, is my sweet and adorable little nephew, Devan Seaman. I'm not sure who the girl on the left is ... it might be my sister-in-law, Kristi Indermark. It's hard to tell by only the eyes! Both of them look entirely toooo cold, that's for sure! Come on down to San Diego, guys! :)
San Diego, CA
Photo Editor's Note: You're close, Jeni, REAL close -- try your other sister-in-law, Kelly Seaman (Devan's mom). You're right -- it's awfully hard to identify someone all bundled up by eyes alone. But we never promised to make it easy.
I got invited to Grandma's for supper, so now that I have the time, I decided to read last week's paper. Now I want to tell you who is in the guess column -- it is the Florida visitors. I guess that the grown-up is Kelly from down south -- look at the tennis shoes. Then I noticed that Nathan had on a Green Bay Packers jacket. So that must be Devan.
A Wreck With An Attitude
by Larry Dake
When the pain in my back became too severe I'd lie down on a straw bale, or on the pickup seat, and rest a while. I un-wired the 4'x4' panels and carried them out of the lambing shed one at a time.
Concerned that my "bad back" would be found out, and that I might be found inadequate for the job, I tried to do everything to perfection. I enlisted help from Sherry and the kids when I could. With their help, and by putting in long hours, I was able to make good progress on the projects at hand. I learned to do things in small bites to accommodate my back.
In the first weeks, with no boss and no co-workers present, it was hard to gauge my progress relative to what was "expected." I was still amazed that I even had this job. And I wanted to keep it!
Everywhere I went, Checker was underfoot. He was a great companion, always engaged in life, always living on the lighter side. If a dog can have a sense of humor -- he had great one!
With a small chain, and Sherry's help, I pulled out all the steel posts in the shed, using the loader on the skid-steer. When I started cleaning out the manure, I was pleasantly surprised that the back-and-forth motion of the Bobcat relaxed my back. As the days went by, my back strengthened. I began to find moderate relief from the back pain.
The gravel was delivered, as expected, and I spread it in the empty lambing shed. It made a nice, level floor. I laid out the aisles and rows and began putting the steel fence posts and the jugs back into the shed.
As lambing time drew nearer, two of the Mexicans started coming to help with the fencing. They worked at the ranch's cattle feedlot a few miles away, and had time in the middle of the day to work on the sheep project.
It was my job to tell them where and how to build the fences for all the outdoor pens. They were seasoned ranch hands, who no doubt had built many miles of fence. I felt totally unqualified to be telling them what to do. They didn't speak English and I didn't speak Spanish, so I'd show them the posts, stake out the corners, and work beside them to learn how to build a fence.
The ground was very rocky and hard. Each steel post was a challenge to get into the ground. Pounding the posts made us into human jack-hammers. We'd each pound until we were out of breath, and then we'd switch off with each other, until finally, we'd have one more post in the ground.
Digging holes for the corner braces was a major undertaking as well. It was one chip at a time -- with an iron bar. Some spots were just too solid rock to penetrate, so the Mexicans showed me how to build fence jacks -- a wooden platform attached to a wooden fencepost with angle braces. We'd stack rocks on these platforms to hold the posts in place. No digging was needed.
The post hammering was about doing me in. I was spending my nights sleeping in a chair to help relieve the severe aching in my arms. Apparently my nerves were being pinched, or otherwise aggravated, somewhere in my shoulders, and my blood was not circulating very well. I'd wake up and have to walk around shaking my arms to make the pain go away. As soon as I fell asleep and was still for a while, the pain would come back.
Since my over-exposure to chemicals, at my orthotic-prosthetic job, I had become hypersensitive to chemicals in general. Chemicals and foods that had never bothered me before, now had unusual effects. Hoping to get a little relief one night, I took an aspirin.
Almost immediately I broke out in welts all over my body. My eyes swelled nearly shut and my lips and one cheek puffed up. I had a welt in my throat which restricted my breathing. We became keenly aware that we were 80 miles from a hospital or clinic, the first 14 miles of which was the boulder strewn, mudhole filled track across the desert to the highway.
The next day my face was grotesque. That happened to be a day the manager's son came by. I had to explain to him that I really hadn't been in a fight with my wife!
When he learned what the problem was, he insisted that from now on I tell the Mexicans where to put the posts and let them do the pounding and the digging.
I had this idealistic notion that just because they were Mexicans they shouldn't have to do the hardest, dirtiest work. In my youth, a number of years before, I'd worked on a sod farm for eight summers, side-by-side with Native Americans. There had been no distinction related to race.
Here on the ranch it was different; the Mexicans were treated differently. Our family lived in a nice, three bedroom trailer, while my two Mexican co-workers lived in tiny, primitive accommodations.
"I can't just stand and watch them work!" I said. "They're more experienced, older, and have been here a lot longer than I have."
"You don't understand Mexicans!" he snapped.
"No," I retorted, "it's you and your dad I don't understand!"
As soon as the incriminating words came out of my mouth, I knew I'd bitten the hand that signed my paycheck. This served only to heighten my anxiety over being accepted by my employers. Now I'm not only a greenhorn, I thought, I'm a physical wreck -- with a bad attitude!
At the time, I was blind to some legitimate reasons why the managers made distinctions between us and the Mexicans. The language barrier was one. It was difficult to communicate with the Mexicans about what the manager wanted them to do, even when talking to them in person. Giving instructions over the two-way radio was nearly impossible; other reasons were that their families lived in Mexico, so they were batching; they were temporary workers, not citizens; and they were hired as ranch "laborers."
After our little tiff, the manager's son suggested we set up the "bhagwan" while he was there. We walked up the hill together to where the pieces were piled. I still hadn't figured out what the bhagwan was, let alone how to put it together.
Photo © Larry T. Dake
View of sheep headquarters from our spring up on side of hill. Lambing shed, center foreground. Our house is roof farthest to the right.
Photo © Jerrianne Lowther; Plan-A-Trip map ©1996 Vernon Publications, Inc.
Flat Stanley learns that Alaska really is BIG!
My Anchorage visit was extended, but it still seemed too short. It's always that way in Alaska. You may be surprised to learn that I've visited the 49th state before -- many times. If you go to www.google.com and type in Flat Stanley Alaska you will find many references to earlier visits. You might enjoy reading about a week I spent in Fairbanks with a librarian several years ago. It's not hard to find the account of our travels on the Internet -- in fact, click here to start. She has THREE cats and she makes Dutch Babies for breakfast sometimes. I felt right at home.
I've gone along for the ride on the Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race from Anchorage to Nome and I've traveled to foreign countries on Air Force One with President Bush, former Secretary of State Colin Powell and two United States Senators, including Sen. Ted Stevens from Alaska (in 2002).
Well I tweaked and tweaked and finally burned a Flat Stanley Visits Alaska CD of my web site and used a picture of the Northern Lights over a lighted log cabin for a CD cover. I packed it up with a copy of the last Milepost Miss Jerrianne worked on, a Milepost Plan-A-Trip map with a few places highlighted, a bunch of interesting pictures and a Guide to Winter Fun from The Anchorage Daily News. I packed my parka and mukluks, two pictures and Miss Sharon's note from my Mt. McKinley climb.
I added a few cards with pictures of bears and musk oxen and a postcard of fireworks in a colorful sky over Anchorage. There's a postcard of Portage Glacier, an Alaska Moose Calendar and a gift wrapped card game for kids (There's a Moose in the House) with two toy moose tangled up in the ribbons. I put it all in a box with a few plastic peanuts and now there's just room for me in that box ... so by the time you read this, I'll be basking in warm Texas sunshine back in San Antonio.
I've been asked many times which adventure is my favorite. I always say, "My next one." And I hope that one day soon my next adventure will be in Alaska again. I'd like to go whaling with an Eskimo whaling crew, see polar bears on the sea ice and watch the Northern Lights again. I'd like to see a volcano erupt and go ice climbing and helicopter skiing. I hope to be back real soon.
Photo © Jerrianne Lowther
Flat Stanley, Miss Kitty & Me -- a self-portrait by Jerrianne & friends.
I brought these cookies along at Thanksgiving and they were a big hit, gone within minutes. I had a request for the recipe today, so I figured I might as well share it with all. --Donna Johnson, Ashby, MN
1 cup brown sugar, packed
3/4 cup vegetable oil
1/4 cup light molasses
2-1/2 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
2 teaspoons ground ginger
1/3 cup white sugar (reserve for decoration)
In a large bowl, mix together the brown sugar, oil, molasses, and egg. In a separate bowl, combine the flour, baking soda, salt, cloves, cinnamon, and ginger; stir into the molasses mixture.
Chill dough for 1 hour
Roll dough into 1-1/4 inch balls. (I ended up with 30 cookies.)
Roll ball in the reserved white sugar before placing approximately two inches apart on the greased cookie sheets. (I sprayed lightly with Pam.) Do NOT flatten cookies.
Bake for 8-10 minutes in a 350 degree oven. Watch closely; when the tops crack, they should be taken out of the oven. (My time was 8 minutes.) Leave them on the cookie sheet for 5 minutes and then remove them to a wire rack.
IF you prefer "snaps" instead, bake them for 10-12 minutes instead.
The suggestions were to store them in a zip-lock bag with a paper towel or in a sealed container with a slice of bread. Marlene commented, "Just leave them on the counter and you will not have to store any!"
By Don Anderson
A Garage For All Seasons
Several months ago we applied to move to a stall and a half garage. Being a "pack-rat" like I am, the present garage was too crowded. I will tell you just how small it was ... I could only have a half tank of gas in my car, otherwise it would not fit! Ha.
Recently, our manager got her walking papers and the new manager lives in her own home downtown. She will not need the garage. I made an application for it. It's a "one and only" in the complex -- designed for the manager.
Lo and behold! I was informed it would be ours come January 1, 2006, just three weeks away!
This is a large, two-car plus garage with a large, single door. This will be very good, as we can load or unload the wheelchair out of the weather. Dorothy can get in or out right in the garage.
Also it will give me lots of area for a good sized workbench and I can have my tools set up at all times. We will also have lots of room for storage.
Presently, if I wanted to do some shop work, I would have to back my car outside. Also, opening the door would cool the garage very quickly.
All the garages stay at 40 degrees, which I find ideal for working. The car is always free from ice and is warm when I get in to back out.
We like our apartment very much; it has the conveniences that we feel are necessary. A comfortable home without the worries a homeowner is subject to. We know home ownership is a pain for us as we get older. And now, with our double garage, we feel we have an ideal situation.
Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of 5
This Week's Special Days
December 21---Winter Solstice (First day of Winter)
This Week's Birthdays:
December 19---Barb Anderson
December 19---Lisa Boltz
December 20---Jay Pierre Miller
December 21---Melanie Anderson Shockey
December 21---Jonathan Glen Hill (1 year)
December 24---Ken Hellevang
December 24---Arbor Johnson (12 years)
December 24---Beaver Johnson
This Week's Anniversaries
December 20---Eric and Melanie Anderson Shockey (3 years)
December 23---Harold and Carol Dake Printz (38 years)
More December Birthdays:
December 3---Twila Jo Anderson Aydelotte
December 4---Carol Dake Printz
December 4---Elaine Anderson Wold
December 7---Aunika Swenson
December 11---Wyatt Wm. Meyer (6 years)
December 11---Ryan Henderson
December 12---Sarah Lynn Dake Steinhauer
December 13---Larry Dake
December 13---Derek Swenson
December 14---Kathleen Dake Stahlecker
December 17---Char Morgan Myron
December 17---Austin Printz
December 25---Angela Stahlecker Roberson
December 26---Koen deBeen
December 29---Mitzi Johnson Swenson
December 30---Travis Quick
More December Anniversaries
December 27---Earl and Kathleen Dake Stahlecker (31 years)
December Special Days
December 21---First Day of Winter
Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Thank you for the birthday greeting! I'm sending some pictures from our party, as requested.
Sarah (Dake) Steinhauer
Photo Editor's Note: See Sarah's photos in the Update section with Ginny McCorkell's account of the double birthday party, for Sarah and her dad, Larry Dake.
Thanks for the eBirthday Card. We had a nice birthday celebration at Sarah and Mike's. Sarah's birthday is the day before mine.
There were a total of 74 birthday candles between us.
(Larry T. Dake)
Here is a picture from Aunika's 13th birthday party. Sheldon was the host for a pizza and skating party (on the rink he made in the backyard) while I watched Tyler play hockey in Bismarck. Everyone had a great time!
Mitzi (Johnson) Swenson
Aunika Swenson, center, surrounded by hockey team mates.
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?
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It was nice to read Melanie's update. It sounds like Cameron and Mark would get along well. Mark doesn't have a truck with a plow to play with ... but he sure does wish he did.
I'm really enjoying Larry's story. As for this week: Ugh, all that work. Where would one start?
Long Lake, MN
Where is Douglas?
It seems like it has been quite a while since we have heard from him! He was the inspiration that got me started ... and if I'm not mistaken he had something to do with LTD getting going, too. I hope he shows up again ... seeing what other people do is always an inspiration to me. He has a great sense of humor.
Kimberly put out another zinger last week. I laughed out loud ... again. The different generations have such different expressions ... what fun!
I haven't had time to catch up with Flat Stanley ... but I will. Jerrianne does such a great job with her photos ... another wonderful inspiration!
Ginny (Dake) McCorkell
I LOVED the story about Riley and the "girl cheese" sandwiches! Kids are so funny!
San Diego, CA
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
by Betty Droel
Saturday morning finally arrived. The Bulletin
finally arrived. As the big, red, familiar letters of The Bulletin
come to view on the screen, I held my breath in anticipation of what the first picture would be. It always is something very outstanding. There it was ... in all its beauty of an Alaskan scene after a snowfall. Not too easy to capture a sight like that with limbs puffed up with beautiful, soft, undisturbed newfallen snow. You would have to take the picture before the wind blew it away or the sky changed from the soft blue to a dim gray.
Melanie is quite a storyteller. Her letter was so newsy. Glad to hear about Brian, too. Good thing she has contact with the female soldiers in his unit for some more details. I had to laugh at Shea's becoming style conscious. That's just the beginning. Being retired now, I can only vaguely remember leaving the house in the early hours of the morning to go to work. Sleeping in is one of the benefits of getting old, I think.
The Thanksgiving feast looked deliciously complete. So nice it could be right in the building so Dorothy didn't have to be transported anywhere and get so tired.
Boy cheese or Girl cheese, grilled cheese is a favorite with me, too.
Good thing mommies and daddies have their little ones while they're young and limber! That would be quite an active household with the four together at Indermarks'. Thank you for sharing those fun times. That age is so special when there are lots of "firsts" happening -- like a first tooth, etc. At our age it's more likely a last tooth.
I am totally at a loss on the GUESS
pictures. I'm beginning to think they have to be old, antique pictures for me to recognize anyone. [Stay tuned! --Ed.]
I'm hoping Larry's next chapter to the Lambing Shed story will be that they piled into their vehicle and headed out of that nightmare. I can't imagine anyone being able to meet the requirements of that rancher, and actually, maybe he hardly expected them to, either. What a forsaken, lonely place.
I suppose Flat Stanley is telling some tall tales in Texas today about his Alaska whirl. Miss Kitty is probably having a long nap.
Looks like we are going to be entertained by the Beoples
now, since the Troll is so elusive these days. That Troll is probably tucked in someplace warm and cozy at Doug's place for the winter. He better check the closets before he reaches in too far.
Has Doug retired, or did he just know Kim could do a good job on the Foto-funnies? [The holidays are Doug's busy season -- with no days off to make Foto-funnies. --Ed.]
Another interesting Bulletin
that we eagerly anticipated has come and gone. It adds so much to have so many pictures included. These days are almost too busy for folks to take the time to sit down and send something in to The Bulletin,
but please know it's read and enjoyed over and over again. I love reading the other letters to the editors, too.
Roy and Betty
Illustration © Virginia McCorkell
It is rumored that the competition is pretty stiff for one of these charming young ladies. Any eligible young farmer, rancher or cowboy better pull into the driveway in a pickup truck if he decides to come calling! (The other charming young lady is hitched and is a very good mommy.)
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