Sunday, September 10, 2006
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UPDATE -- Missouri road trip a grand success
UPDATE -- Rylie goes to pre-school
I just got back from dropping Rylie off at the YMCA, where she's going to pre-school from 1 p.m. to 3:30 p.m. every Tuesday and Thursday! I was a little worried from our Vacation Bible School experience, where I tried to leave her and she bawled and threw such a fit that I had to take her home.
We got to the Y, hung up her backpack and went into the play area, where about a third of the kids were crying as their parents left. I thought about just backing away as Rylie went in, without saying anything to her, until I saw another dad try that technique. As his daughter turned to see him, the look of sheer terror kept me from trying it.
Rylie saw some paper and scissors and asked her teacher if she could cut paper. She said that was fine. A little girl named Alexis was starting to cry as her mom left, so I asked Rylie to see if Alexis wanted to cut paper with her. Fighting back tears, Alexis nodded her head, so she and Rylie sat down and started cutting. I was chopped liver at that point and barely got a goodbye as I left.
As was the case with most of the parents, I think I was the one having a tougher time leaving!
UPDATE -- first day of kindergarten for Erik
UPDATE -- first day of school, Shalana & Krista
Two special little girls started school today, along with hundreds of other little girls, but these were special, being my great nieces, Shalana, going into fourth grade, and Krista, going into first grade. I went over to their home to have a tour of the school supplies and new school clothes. Their Grandma, Verlaine Weiland, went to observe the getting on and off the bus on this very first history making day.
This is what Verlaine wrote me: The bus was late this morning ... then, coming home, it drove right past their house ... so he had to back up! Krista was so tired that she fell asleep on the bus. (Shalana said she did ... but Krista said she didn't! So who knows?) They were happy to come home to warm cookies and a caring mom and dad who asked about their day!
Marci has a tradition that on this first day arriving home there will be warm cookies and milk and a happy story telling of the day.
UPDATE -- Great Grandma Lois Dake with Trinidy
I hope that y'all have a nice trip this weekend. I wanted to send this picture of Grandma (Lois) Dake that I took in July. In it, she is holding Trinidy for the first time.
My cousin Dawn (Stanley's daughter) had a little girl, too, just three weeks after Trinidy was born. So, Grandma's got two new little girls to spoil!
Plus, we'll have another new little one in the family in the spring when Adriana has her baby. It'll be fun to see if it's a sweet girl or a cute boy. Either way, we'll all be so excited. You can never have too many sweet little ones in this family!
UPDATE -- a baby on the way
I never meant for this much time to pass since our last update. Seems the time has gotten away from me. Funny how that happens more and more the older I get.
Well, we actually have some great news to share! Kurt and I are expecting a baby girl on or around January 25th. We had an ultrasound last week, and the technician said he could determine with about 90% certainty that it is a little girl. Of course, they aren't always right, so you just never know! We are planning for a girl, but are keeping in mind that we may get a surprise when Baby arrives.
We are very excited, as is the rest of our family. My mom and stepdad do not have any grandchildren yet, so they are unbelievably excited! I hear from them very regularly. In fact, they called again tonight to give us their latest suggestions for baby names. We have let everyone know that we are not sharing our baby name choices with anyone until she arrives, but are welcoming any suggestions you might have. (e-mail suggestions to email@example.com)
Everything is going very well for us. I am feeling great now, in my second trimester, which was not the case in my first. Baby is very active. Last month during our ultrasound, she was opening and closing her little fist so it looked like she was waving to us! Daddy (Kurt) is out-to-sea again now until the end of the month, but his sea schedule has him home for most of October and all of November and December. We are very grateful for that. We haven't gotten his schedule for January yet, but are hoping that he will not be going far since the baby is due to arrive around the 25th.
In August I was able to go back home (to Minnesota) for a week to visit with my mom and family there. My mom and grandma took me shopping for maternity clothes. We had a blast trying on nearly everything in the store! My mom was commenting on how "cute" the maternity clothes are now compared to the stuff they had available when she was pregnant.
My mom found some sort of pillow at the maternity store that straps around your waist to make you look like you are nine months pregnant. I guess it is so that you can see how the clothes will fit when your belly is much bigger than it is now. Of course, Grandma and Mom both wanted me to try it on so they could see what I will look like in a few months. They thought it was such a riot that they were snapping photos of me in the store. I was much less amused. (see photo)
I am enjoying every single day of my pregnancy, (even the days I am not feeling well). It is such a wonderful blessing to be able to experience this amazing miracle. We are very blessed, and look very much forward to meeting our little sweetheart.
Well, I had a lovely day, here by myself, last Friday while Miss Jerrianne went to the Alaska State Fair in Palmer. She never takes me to the fair with her, though she goes almost every year, so I've never seen the itty bitty piggy wiggies slurping their lunch or the pygmy goat kids playing on Goat Mountain or gone to the children's petting zoo. (Can you really pet children? They usually want to pet me!) I do think I'd enjoy the gerbil races, but no ... I spent my afternoon watching birds and dogs and cats, etc. out the windows ... and napping.
I heard ALL about the Great Alaska Cabbage Weigh Off and how Brenna Dinkel won it for the third time, at age 11. I think she said Brenna's won it three times, starting when she was eight years old and her cousin Seth has also won it three times, starting when he was eight years old. But this year's cabbage wasn't a record breaker ... not by a long shot. It "only" weighed 73.4 lbs. ... and last year's winner was 85 lbs. ... but it wasn't a record breaker, either. All the recent rain we've had was hard on the giant cabbages ... one of them was named "Rotten to the Core," and ... well, you get the picture!
There were lots of records broken among the other vegetables, though ... like the world record 96.95-lb. kohlrabi and the 1,019-lb. state record giant pumpkin ... and the 35-foot-tall corn stalk. I think vegetables are boring ... but I might have enjoyed seeing the rabbits and chickens ... and a little guinea pig-like creature called a cavy. I would have helped her eat a pork sandwich and an ice cream cone that she thought were twice as big and half as good as she had hoped they would be. She never found the highly touted, but pricey, peaches and cream. But I digress...
She did come home with some fun pictures you might like to see, but you'll have to click on this link to see them, as I'm sure they won't fit in The Bulletin this week, what with all the "doings" over the long Labor Day weekend and the first day of school. Anyway, I hope this Update will keep my subscription paid up for a while. Just so you know, she's typing this with one hand while I doze on her lap ... so I missed the fair, but I guess I'm OK with that. After all, I have her exactly where I want her right now!
Day to Day R
We had a Labor Day weekend getaway and it was fun! Becky, Caity, Jayce, Beaver and I headed to the Twin Cities, while so many others headed out to the country. However, we certainly were by far not the only ones in the cities, as when we visited the Mall of America it was NUTS busy. (I remember all the people that said it would NEVER work!)
We welcomed a new addition to our daycare last week, Addison Olson, daughter to Aaron and Melissa Olson. Aaron was a classmate to my son, Chris. Addison is also sister to Torin, who has been coming since he was a baby. Addi was born July 1st. She seems to be a very content, happy baby.
The Matriarch Speaks W
An Introduction to Bill and Donna Vaughn
I would like you to meet the Vaughns -- Bill and his wife, Donna. They are subscribers to our Bulletin. As a matter of fact, Bill could almost be introduced as a charter staff member. But we really don't have a list of people who helped me learn skills for doing a paper!
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.
How many can you identify?
The GUESS picture is vaguely familiar ... I have a feeling the lady facing us is Dorothy herself, and the one with her back to us might be Blanche. It could be Jim [Miller] on the ground reading the paper, and it could be LeRoy in the car, by the looks of the bushy hair. I am likely waaay offffff.
Hmmmmm.........the people in this mystery picture look familiar, but a little tough to know for sure. Would it be Phoebe Miller (Huisman), Dorothy Dake (Anderson), my dad, Bill (Billy) Dake and Robert Miller?
Carol Dake Printz
Editor's comment: So close to right -- the wrong Miller! This picnic was when I was about a senior in high school -- probably in the summer of 1943. I would say Phoebe and I were preparing the food and Billy was reading one section of the funnies while Jim enjoyed the other half.
Phoebe, Dorothy, Bro Bill and JIM lying on the ground. I think Blanche must have taken the picture ... sure remember that day because I think it was the first time we held hands. Those were wild times.
Whatever Happened To Dreamy Me?
A friend and I entered into the typical "what did you want to be when you grew up" discussion the other day and it left me kind of puzzled. I had some pretty wild dreams in youth; how did I get from there to here? The conversation prompted some self-examination on my part which, for better or for worse, resulted in the following:
When I was very young I wanted to be a marine biologist. I'm not sure whatever became of that dream but I think the answer lies in my interpretation of the job description of a marine biologist at the time; I imagined myself atop a humpback whale, pitching and heaving under and out of the foaming sea with one hand flailing in the air as I herded the bottle-nosed porpoises into the safety of their aquatic corral. I'm sure the actual job duties of a marine biologist are slightly less glamorous and my interpretation of them had more to do with Aquaman and The Rawhide Kid than it did with Jacques Cousteau or actual marine biology of any kind.
These delusions, coupled with the fact that I was profoundly land-locked and the son of a tractor painter, conspired to rob me of my earliest dream. I still love those underwater documentaries that feature sharks butting their noses into the camera lens, but somehow the whole marine biologist dream was lost along the way.
Next I decided I would be an artist, or rather, it was decided for me by my sisters, cousins and classmates. And whereas it was true that I drew an uncanny caricature of Richard Nixon, my art skills never progressed past that point. I started my own comic book and it circulated around the fourth grade until my right to freedom of the press was suppressed by a teacher who was probably a Republican and most definitely a Nixon sympathizer. Somewhere between "That's really good ... what's it supposed to be?" and "I love it! Did you trace it?" I lost interest in the world of art.
As I stumbled awkwardly into adolescence, acting became my thing. My first role was in a comedy by William Shakespeare in which I was taxed to remember four lines. The lines had something to do with a lantern and a moon. It occurs to me now that I had no idea what my lines meant or even what the play was supposed to be about. It was as if I had won a contest and was the lucky audience member who got to sit on stage during live performances.
Undoubtedly, the height of my acting career was my senior year of high school when I played the title role in Scapino!, a silly Italian comedy of errors in which I had the privilege of taunting the audience with a salami. This would prove a hard act to follow, because other than a few "flying monkey" ensemble parts in college, my acting career ended somewhat abruptly at this point.
Years earlier, my brother had come home from an auction with two guitars, a banjo and a mandolin. Since that time I had been plinking on the guitar, learning the odd half a song here and there, and attempting one or two of my own compositions. The first song I wrote (or made up, as the case really was) was about a singer who faces retirement and wonders if it was really worth the pain and hardship of a life lived "on the road." I was obviously aping another song I heard on one of my records, for what could I have possibly known of the subject matter then? In time, I would have a better idea of what my heroes were singing about. I would also eventually learn that it is better to "write what you know" than it is to rip off ideas from Bob Seger.
My first band was called The Black Bananas, so named after what we found upon opening our bass player's fridge the night before our first (and only) gig: petrified bananas his mother was saving for banana bread. After naming ourselves, we went on to place third at The Good Neighbor Days talent show and were never heard from again. Most of my bands had the longevity of mayflies; here today, gone in a second. My short-lived musical groups had names like The Slam, Black Tractor, Bacteria Lounge and The Cold Coffees. My musical styles ran the gamut from country to pop and traditional blues, with a touch of the newly emerging "new wave" sound. When I unintentionally rolled all of these unlikely components together, the end result was (in plain speech) pretty awful.
Eventually, I hit on a sound that wasn't quite so awful and put together a trio that stuck together from 1986 to 1994, an astoundingly long time for one of my outfits. We called ourselves Those Lamplighters, and to this day I'm not sure why.
We did all the things that professional bands are supposed to do: toured in vans without heat, played to audiences of two and got ripped off by club owners at the speed of light. There were highlights as well, such as opening for Blues Traveler and other big names in the First Avenue main room in Minneapolis. (Prince's club, at the time.) We teetered precariously on the verge of "making it" for a while as our audience grew along with our college radio airplay. Then, right as the independent record labels started to take an interest in us, our drummer took his own life on July 4th of 1994.
Stunned, the bass player and I hung up our instruments for a year of introspection and remorse. We finally decided it was worth another shot and auditioned dozens of drummers of all shapes and sizes. Eventually, we did find another, but the chemistry was gone and the lamps we had lit finally went out for good.
Since then I have been in a few "hobby bands" (Google "caped musicians Captain Yak" to see the latest one in action) but I have long since given up music as a means of support.
As any aspiring musician knows, unless you are an heir or a prodigy, you will need a "day job." This is necessary not only because most gigs don't pay that well, but also because it provides the audience members with something they can urge you not to quit. Throughout my musical career I made ends meet almost entirely by cooking. I started small and eventually worked past ribs and chicken to the somewhat more rewarding world of haute cuisine. (That's fancy food, for those of you not in the know.) I found in cooking the freedom of expression and creative release that music had once provided. I also found that I didn't have to sleep in a stinky bus and endure drunken heckling to survive, which also came as some relief.
When I look at the photograph my cousin Larry took of me back in 1973, I can tell by my glazed expression that I was off in the clouds somewhere, dreaming. I suppose it is good to have a dream, even if it is somewhat out of reach. These days I dream of breaking into radio, but only on my own terms. Don't worry, I won't quit my day job.
Queen Charlotte Islands Adventure
The next day we had planned a tour with South Moresby Air to Gwaii Hannas National Park, which was on Kjirsten's life list of places to see. It's a world heritage site at the location of a former Haida village where many totem poles had been preserved. Little did we know survival suits would be our attire for the boat ride....
What an experience to see the huge totem poles and imagine their way of life!
We didn't have plans after that point, but Gerry and Bonnie had recommended camping at Agate Beach and going crabbing for Dungeness crabs. They loaned us the waders and nets. Catching the critters involved wading into the ocean at low tide and scooping up the unsuspecting crabs. Aunika, Kjirsten, and I found this to be great fun! Sheldon figured out how to clean them, and we ate crab until we were stuffed.
To be continued...
o In Service To Our Nation j
E6 Kurt Larson, U.S. Navy
Kurtis Larson enlisted in the U.S. Navy in l997. He completed basic training at Great Lakes, Illinois. He was stationed in Illinois.,Virginia and California.
Celebrations & Observances
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Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Thank you so much for the birthday card -- it was a great start to my day! The boys are behaving as much as can be expected. Oscar hasn't eaten any valuables in a considerable amount of time and has been rewarded for his good behavior. Otto's been enjoying his evening outings to the park when I return from school. Other than that I've had my head in the books and been soaking up the knowledge. I hope everything is well with you and your family.
I celebrated my birthday with Mom, Beaver, Becky, Caity, Jayce and Shawn on Friday, September 1st and also was taken out to eat by Shawn on my actual birthday (the 5th). Both dinners were fun and tasty! The "Ashby Crew" took me out to eat in Alexandria at the Depot Express. They were on their way to the cities for a weekend of festivities for Labor Day.
Shawn took me to a small Italian place in Champlain called Buona Sera on Tuesday and after dinner Shawn and I went shopping for a treadmill. We decided to get one for our basement and it's to be a combined birthday and Christmas present for us both. We were able to find one we liked and it will hopefully be ready for delivery within a week! Now I can work off all the tasty birthday dinners I just enjoyed! :) Thank you to those who helped me celebrate my birthday and for the wonderful birthday calls, emails, cards and wishes I received!
Lori Chap Ostendorf
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?
+ LETTERS TO THE EDITORS?
Dorothy, I sure remember the Sunday afternoon that Guess picture was taken. They were some good days. You know if we got so brave as to hold hands that was something. Now days it isn't quite that way. But times change.
Good news! My tumor study results were stupendous. The lower the number, the better. The day I was diagnosed, back in March, it was 45 and a month ago it had jumped up to 140, and today it is down to 36.7! The new chemo is working and I will only have to have chemo every other week until further notice. I will have another CAT scan soon, just to double check these results. Thank you, one and all, for all of your support and prayers. Love.....Diana
Diana Mellon Martin
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
by Betty Droel
The "Back To School" suggestion reminded me that I wanted to see my great nieces' school things and clothes. They always have something so nice, with their wise mother that spares nothing. So, as a result, we have an invitation to come for dinner Sunday noon and then have a "school stuff" tour. I can hardly wait. Shalana will be in fourth grade, and Krista will be in first. Memory making days for the whole family.
We have been wondering when Nathan and Brenda would be in their "new country house," so the Update was very interesting. Wonder whenever all the boxes will be emptied? That could take awhile with decisions being changed pretty often.
Another new home story by Heidi. A Charter Member of The Bulletin is a special title -- and thinking of there being fewer than 10 to begin with and now over 120, it is amazing. It has survived a lot of births and deaths and weddings and ups and downs. I really appreciate being added as a subscriber, having known so many in the family.
Another wedding story -- Adam and Shanna, and now the routine of life begins.
How well I remember the woods in Ashby, and now that is where Becky will be living. It is so beautiful and rustic and peaceful. Plus, she will be independent and yet close to those that can be a help if she ever needs it. I am very happy for her.
Jessie and Chris are in the planning stage for their upcoming wedding. It will be a brunette bride this time.
Tami, we enjoyed following your mini-vacation, even if it must have taken a lot of time and energy you didn't even have to write it for The Bulletin. I wonder if any of that area is affected by this latest hurricane in North Carolina?
I just don't even want to think about all the work it would be to care for so many day care children. Think lunches, naps, discipline, fights, toys and it would take a certain kind of motherly, caring heart to do this day after day.
This issue is the beginning of year FIVE. One wonders what events will be outstanding over the next 12 months. We have to start looking forward to a Fifth Birthday issue or is it Fifth Anniversary issue? Jerrianne had commented that it began as an acorn and grew to a huge oak tree, and I loved Bitzi's illustration of that thought. Surely appropriate for The Bulletin.
I was just thrilled to see a Travelogue about the Swensons again. Kjirsten has been missing from The Bulletin too long. We are so interested in how her studies are going, but we never get an update.
What an honor for Beau Birkholtz to attain this accomplishment, and we wish him well in his 18 weeks of training.
I was so touched by the Letter to the Editor by Diana. Just when she would need her beloved Pedro, he left her, as well as it being just a year since Russ died. It surely would have been a tough week for her, especially when she was so sick, herself. We think of you, Diana.
That CHUCKLES was just so typical and so funny. What a great picture to have found and a perfect caption. Foto-funnies get funnier.
Don and Dorothy, we are wondering where you are and what you are doing and if you got to your favorite eating places and if things are just as you left them down there in your former home town area. We are waiting for YOUR Travelogue now, so hope you're keeping a diary.
Jerrianne, we want some pictures and details of your famous Alaska State Fair. We Minnesotans have never seen such huge vegetables, and we anxiously await your sharing your trip there this week. I suppose Miss Kitty had to stay home. Poor thing! Suffering on her soft pillow with a bowl of catnip nearby -- but Jerrianne leaving her behind was almost too much, I'm sure.
I honestly have to admit that I was one of the few that didn't want to take a second glance at that first picture! Is it just part of being old not to enjoy the little feller perched on someone's finger?
Thanks again for our Bulletin #220, even with all the busy days of this holiday week. It was 22 pages on our printer this time -- a big one.
Photo illustration © Douglas Anderson; photo by Mavis Anderson Morgan
Char & Merna Morgan share an after school snack.
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