Sunday, October 22, 2006
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UPDATE -- heading to winter address in a roundabout way
We are about to make our winter change of address. We plan to leave our home here at Hope on the 21st of October and go to Wahpeton for the weekend.
Then we will drive to Minneapolis and leave from there by plane Tuesday morning, the 24th, on a flight to Seattle, Washington, where we will visit and stay overnight with Aunt Hazel (Anderson) and see cousin Virginia (Robinson). From there we will travel to Warrenton, Oregon, to visit brother Bob Morgan until the third of November.
We will fly back to Minneapolis where our car will be. We hope to spend the weekend with Marlee's family and leave for Florida on the 6th or 7th. Three days on the road should take us to Grapefruit Lane at Estero, Florida, where the Palm trees will be waving, "HI."
Come and see us!
Mavis and Tom Morgan
FAMILY UPDATE -- a visit from Suzanne
Suzanne returned to North Carolina on Monday after spending three weeks visiting in Minnesota. She will be spending a third year along the east coast of North Carolina ... maybe there is hope of our visiting the Outer Banks this year! I sure would like to see the lighthouses...
Her first week home we didn't see much of her as she was fighting a "bug." "The bug" let her out of her room long enough to eat and then it shooed her back to bed.
The second week of her visit she was up to Eagle Bend for convention. We were there as well ... and all of LTD's family got there to see her by the weekend. (And who IS that guy in the cap hanging around with Amy? Somebody better be checking into that! BTW, I hear he DOES drive a pickup ... and he followed her home from Nebraska...)
Larry and I spent one day doing the tourist thing with Suzanne. We went to Hudson, Wisconsin, and ate lunch in a Caribbean type cafe. After lunch we strolled along the streets and just "by chance" we came across an antique and quilt store.
Then we wandered up the Wisconsin side of the St. Croix River to the little town of Osceola. As we pulled into town, the Osceola & St. Croix Valley Railway was moving its tourist train over the bridge ... unfortunately it only runs on weekends so Larry had to be satisfied to get out and watch them move it along the track.
There is a great antique shop in downtown Osceola and they have a coffee shop with little tables set up in the front window. Larry doesn't drink coffee but he had a coconut almond ice cream cone ... pretty brave for someone who only likes "plain stuff"...
Another day we went to Como Zoo and Conservatory. Suzanne and I enjoyed taking lots of pictures ... some of which are sure to show up in The Bulletin someday!
UPDATE -- New views of old roots at Ashby farm
Donna sent these very nice photos of the north and east views from Ben's place ... where I lived until I was 7-1/2 years old, with my parents and my younger brother (Bobby, who died in a farm accident in 1953) and sister (Kathlyn Johnson Anderson). Our grandparents, Bennie and Amelia Johnson, lived on the farmstead in the photo above, where Donna and Beaver live now. Beaver and Richard and Mitzi hadn't been born yet, so they don't necessarily think of Ben's place as "the old place" -- the hilltop with the view where Kathy and I sprouted roots.
We lived in an old farmhouse, right where Ben lives now, with a new first floor bedroom addition the year Kathy was born, near the end of World War II. Our parents were planning to build a new home overlooking Christina Lake. Their new dairy barn, with stanchions for 24 Holstein cows and pens for their calves, was almost finished and the milk house was already in use. They had the plans and blueprints for the new farmhouse all drawn up ... but it was not to be. Over the next few years life lurched from one calamity to another and plans for the new hilltop home were put away.
I don't remember exact timing or sequencing, but within a short time all three of us children landed in the Fergus Falls hospital. I had my tonsils taken out; Bobby opened the door of our grandparents' car as they drove down the highway and fell out onto the road. (He was lucky and survived.) Then Kathy tipped a dipper of boiling hot water onto herself and was badly burned. She contracted pneumonia. Our stressed out mother had frightening bouts of heart palpitations and became allergic to practically everything.
I was a first grader that October night when the brand new dairy barn caught fire and burned to the ground. The dairy herd, except for the cow and calf that died in the fire, was sold off quickly; the cows were dropping calves in the pasture, there was no barn for them and the hay in the haymow had burned up. The chickens were gone, too. Men on the roof with garden hoses saved our house from the flames.
On a winter afternoon a few months later, our grandmother went out for her customary walk; she slipped on ice on the driveway and crawled home with a broken hip; her leg was still in a cast when our grandfather died suddenly and unexpectedly in the night.
The workhorses, the sleigh, Grandpa's farm equipment and who knows what else was sold off in a farm auction sale that spring. Grandpa's old collie dog, Bouncer, went to live in the country with family friends. I stayed there with him for a few days to help him get settled in.
Life changed. Grandma couldn't manage the farmhouse alone with her bad hip so our old farmhouse was jacked up and moved to town, to be completely gutted and remodeled for her. Mother worked on the remodeling all day, every day, and began overcoming most of her allergy problems that summer ... while our family camped out in the two-stall garage where Ben lives.
In the fall, when the remodeling was finished, Grandma moved into our old house in town and we moved into the farmhouse where Beaver and Donna live now. Though I lived there until I finished high school, that's not where my Minnesota roots are -- they go much deeper half a mile south, on the hilltop at "the old place" where Ben lives. The trees look a little taller now, and there have been many changes on the farm over the last 60 years, but the views of Beaver's and Donna's farmstead on the hill to the north, and Lake Christina downhill to the east, are still what I remember as "home."
Day to Day R
Becky & Ben Ready New Homes For Winter
I have had some questions about the location of Becky's home. This is a picture of her home, as we come down our driveway. Our home is off to the right, behind Becky's home on this picture, although even with the leaves gone, it does not show.
We've had several people comment on her nice deck. So, thanks to Dad again for building that for her, plus the back steps. With her LP tank being delivered this week, we are on the home stretch for having her place ready for her to live there. Other than having to wait for things to dry out, it's gone quite well overall.
Ben had the good fortune this summer to have someone give him an older mobile home -- just for moving it to his place. He's been tearing apart the old one his folks had and it's in the last stages before it's completely junked out. This weekend Wyatt is coming to help skirt Ben's and Becky's homes, so they will be ready for winter weather. We've already had snow, which thankfully, did not stay!
Today's feature was submitted by a subscriber who sent the following recommendation: "This site has some of the most beautiful photography I have ever seen in my life in its gallery." This is low light photography at its best.
The photographer, Sean T. McHugh, explains, "The photography contained within my Cambridge in Colour collection is from in and around Cambridge University in England. Cambridge is uniquely scenic, however in low-light it comes alive with a moody atmosphere that brings out its charm and character. I have chosen to capture many scenes in this Cambridge gallery by using long exposures during twilight or moonlit conditions -- taking the viewer to magical places which visitors seldom see. Come join me as we walk through history and explore the colleges of Cambridge."
Here's your chance for a stroll through historic Cambridge University. There are tutorials available for educating visitors on the art and science of low light photography. However, if you're not into the academics of picture taking, you can still enjoy Sean's work!
The Matriarch Speaks W
We are adding a new page to the "About" section this week, to gather information from several Bulletins into one place via links and to introduce brother Billy to readers in this brief biography:
William Everett Dake was the first child of Bill and Amy (Mellon) Dake. He was born June 14, 1920. He was known as Billy. He and the rest of his siblings grew up on the home farm in Wright County and he went to elementary school in Smith Lake.
He attended High School in Howard Lake. I am not sure why, but in school he took typing and I really think he took bookkeeping, too. This later was very useful to him.
I am not sure how long he went to Dunwoody (a trade school) taking a course in mechanics, but during that time he stayed at Uncle Everett's. Soon after he returned home, he was hired as parts man at the Main's Allis Chalmers Dealership in Howard Lake. From there he was drafted into the Army to serve during World War II.
After Billy moved to Texas he assumed the name Bill and was called that the rest of his life.
Bill and Lois (Gandy) Dake were married before Bill went overseas. When he returned, they moved to Cokato, Minnesota, where he worked for the Metcalf Chevrolet Garage, as parts man.
Carol Elaine Dake was born in the Watertown hospital on December 4, 1946, and William Stanley Dake was born in the Cokato hospital on September 2, 1949.
They moved to Abilene, Texas, and then to a ranch near Clifton. It was there that Bill and Lois established a feed store while they lived on the ranch. During the time they lived there, the rest of the family arrived: Kathleen June on December 14, 1954; James Thomas, on May 12, 1957; and Patricia Sue on July 19, 1965.
Bill died August 11, 1966, after a long bout with cancer. LeRoy and Vonnie had gone to have a visit with him at his home where he was being cared for. He and LeRoy had a beautiful visit touching on all of the ones he wanted to hear about and in the night he died ... satisfied now, knowing how everyone fared.
This picture of Blanche and Billie, above left, looks like they were in high school ... I am guessing 1938 when Billie would have been between the junior and senior year and Blanche a sophomore ... or maybe 1939. I think these high school siblings were enjoying the rare privilege of using the car, but then again, who took the picture? So maybe they had to drag someone else along. The background is a home I am not sure about ... it looks like Nels Curtis's house. Nels was a bachelor who, on occasion, was Dad's hired man. --DMA
Lois (Gandy) Dake said, "The picture [at right, above] was taken before Bill and I were married. We were with a couple from Iowa -- Vernon and Cora [Klenk] LeMaster. They were living in town while he was in Camp Barkeley. For a while they even lived at our house. Vernon was a cook in the Army and he was a good one. He cooked the wedding supper for our wedding."
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?
Well, what a treat to see my handsome husband (Kurt Larson) as an adorable child in both this week's and last week's mystery photos. (OK, so I may be a little biased.) :) This week's photo (on the left) is Kurt pictured with his equally adorable little sisters, Kristi Larson Indermark and Kelly Larson Seaman. What a cute trio!
Well ... I think the picture on the right is my brother, Aaron Stahlecker. If it's not, it's someone who looks just like he did at that age!
Adriana Stahlecker Brown
Editor's Note: Yes, indeed, it is a picture of your brother Aaron and I will gladly claim him as my grand nephew. He was so content to be babysat by me back in Springfield, Missouri, in 1987 when your grandma, mother and you three visited us on your way home from Minnesota ... and Uncle Don took you all rummage saling.
The GUESS pictures are always fun. Thanks for continuing to include them. This time I have a feeling the little girl on the first picture is Sharon (Shari). The rest are a mystery.
I recently read an ostentatious memoir, Seducing the Demon: Writing for My Life, by author Erica Jong. In it she wrote, "I think writing influences my mood because it's a way of imposing order on chaos."
While working on the ranch in eastern Oregon, I found that imposing order on chaos helped me with my bouts of depression. For instance, one of the machine sheds and its adjacent bone-yard had, over the years, haphazardly accumulated a host of farm and ranch miscellanea. I took it upon myself to categorize, organize and straighten-up the mess.
I grouped all the different kinds of fence posts in one area, fence wire in another, tools in the shop area, culverts all together, irrigation hardware in one corner, and so on.
Then, within each group, of say, fence posts, I sorted by type: treated wood, iron pipe, T-posts, railroad ties, old telephone poles. Within these categories I sorted by size, and within each size, by condition.
Hence, I imposed order on the chaos of the machine shed and its bone-yard. It served to lift my spirits.
Erica Jong implies that writing imposes order on the chaos of life, and that imposing order tends to lift the writer's mood.
My mood could use lifting!
Perhaps I shall one day, again, attempt to write.
Bell Bottom Blues
Paul McCartney was the first Beatle to grow a beard. The others followed suit, whether subconsciously or not, until they all looked like crazy mountain men. This strikes me as unusual, since the trend before this was for the the three younger Beatles to take the lead from George, the oldest, as to what outlandish thing to do next. One should consider that when they started growing beards the group was nearly extinct, sometime in late 1970. Perhaps at this time Paul had begun to exert dominance and start some trends of his own.
My little grade school clique had a hierarchy not unlike the one that must have existed inside the working mechanism of the Beatles. Since we were all roughly the same age, we took cues from the member of our group that looked the oldest. That individual in our group was unquestionably Ron Dalquist.
Ron Dalquist had sideburns in the first grade. More accurately, he grew the wisps of hair by his ears long and combed them down, thus creating the illusion of sideburns. Naturally, this became a popular "look" that would spread like prairie fire among the first and second grade boys in my school.
When Ron showed up at school brandishing a Duncan yo-yo, it wasn't very long before we all had one. This was a rough trend for me, and if you have ever seen me try to work a yo-yo, you know why. While others were "walking the dog" or "rocking the baby," I was hiding behind the library steps trying to get the wretched thing to come back up after it went down.
"Where's your yo-yo, Anderson?" someone would ask.
"I left it on the bus."
This kind of quick thinking would save me from a lot of abuse throughout my elementary school career. I personally believe that sometimes a small lie is excusable if it can spare the liar from physical pain and undue humiliation.
Another trend that Ron Dalquist started was the wearing of Grand Prix jackets. These were simply garish silver windbreakers with emblems of high-performance European sports cars and/or related accessories on them. Essentially, these jackets turned us into unwitting pint-sized poseurs who were happy to serve as walking billboards for products that most of us would never be able to afford. We thought we looked urbane and sophisticated with our faux sideburns and shiny, pretentious jackets. It seems that fashion changes often but the attitude behind fashion never does.
If you lived in a large city near the coasts in 1970, bellbottom trousers were common and considered fashionable. If you lived in a rural midwestern area, they were somewhat less popular and even regarded with suspicion by some. You must understand that when I say "bellbottom," I mean a trouser leg that is conspicuously flared, not merely a "boot-cut," which is a trouser leg that is only somewhat flared at the end.
"Look at these!" I said to myself, pulling a pair of blue jeans from a large cardboard box marked "rummage sale." They were typical blue jeans in every sense except that the bottoms of the pant legs were flared like two Liberty Bells.
"Where did these come from?" I wondered aloud. I'd never seen anyone in our family wearing them. I folded them and stuffed them under my shirt.
I smuggled the bellbottom jeans into my room and tried them on. A perfect fit, give or take a few inches. Okay, so they were two sizes too large, but I could feel them growing on me just the same.
The next day I stuffed the bellbottom jeans under my Grand Prix jacket and brought them with me to school. I changed into them in the boys' room at recess and stowed my regular jeans in my locker.
Now I will set some trends of my own, I probably thought as I walked out onto the playground like James Brown strutting onstage at The Apollo.
I was a little disappointed when no one seemed to notice.
I spent the rest of the day in the bellbottom jeans without incident and eventually forgot I was even wearing them ... until I was waiting in line for the bus at the end of the day.
"Hey, Anderson! Can I try on your pants?"
I turned around and found a sneering Duane Kohl, the most feared boy in first grade. He put both hands on his ample belly and let go a machine gun burst of derisive laughter.
"Umm..." I said, stunned. "I gotta go."
"But I wanna try on your groovy pants!" he sneered.
I sprinted away and lurched into Bus Number Seven with great force as the doors closed behind me. How could I have been so stupid as to forget to change my pants back? I selected a seat and slid down in it.
I watched out the window as Duane continued to taunt me from the sidewalk. The only thing I could make out was "Anderson" this and "Anderson" that, but I could imagine the gist of what he was saying.
Then something wonderful happened: my older sister Patty appeared directly behind Duane, as if out of a cloud, and tapped him aggressively on the shoulder. It is hard to imagine a third grade girl being intimidating, but Duane Kohl seemed plenty intimidated as he backed away from my sister and finally took off running the other direction.
All eyes in the bus then fell on me and I moved my books across my lap.
Patty climbed onto the bus and sat down beside me, something she would not have normally done, for everyone knows that it is social suicide to mix with first graders when you are in third grade. She leaned forward and looked down at my ridiculously flared pants legs. A smile spread slowly across her face. I smiled back.
"Where'd you get those?" she asked as the bus pulled away from the curb.
"Found 'em downstairs in a box," I said. There didn't seem to be any reason to lie.
We rode the rest of the way home in a comfortable silence, listening to KDWB on the bus radio and humming along with the top forty hits that were so dear to us. My sister didn't press for any details and we never spoke of my bellbottom school day again.
After that, I resolved to leave the trendsetting to the trendsetters. I would never own a pair of bellbottom pants of my own, nor would I own a mood ring, lava lamp, black light poster or a pet rock. I guess I decided that the "cutting edge" was not for me.
The mystery of the origin of the bellbottom pants was never solved. I imagine whoever owned them first had an experience similar to mine and decided they didn't want to talk about it. As to whatever became of those "groovy" pants, I'm sure that they ended up with my Grand Prix jacket back in the box marked "rummage sale." I believe this was for the best. I always thought Paul McCartney looked stupid with a beard, anyway.
Greetings from the Netherlands
by Frans de Been
Oosterhout, The Netherlands
Hello, people in the USA,
Today it was the POLICE day in Holland. All the police stations had an OPEN-DAY.
If you like you can visit most of the stations to see what the police do and try to get new recruits. Here in Oosterhout we have since a week a new station just 100 meters away from where we live. So we have visited our new neighbors.
Marloes likes to sit on a Motorbike.
Have a nice day.
Frans de Been
Frans also sent us a very interesting link and a picture from Google Earth -- click link above.
"Google Earth streams the world over wired and wireless networks enabling users to virtually go anywhere on the planet and see places in photographic detail. This is not like any map you have ever seen. This is a 3D model of the real world, based on real satellite images combined with maps, guides to restaurants, hotels, entertainment, businesses and more. You can zoom from space to street level instantly and then pan or jump from place to place, city to city, even country to country."
Celebrations & Observances
This Week's Birthdays
This Week's Anniversaries
More October Birthdays
More October Anniversaries
October 1---Keith Mason and Lori Anderson (1 year)
October Special Days
Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Thanks for the birthday card. I think the kids will be around on Sunday. Turning 57 in the middle of the week does not inspire much thought of celebration. Thanks for thinking of me. I'm sure you know, but today is Diana's birthday also. I'm about to give her a call.
To My Dear Cousin Diana!
Thank-you for the lovely message and birthday wish. It means a great deal to have people "in your corner" at times like these. I hope this finds you and yours well. Love....Diana
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?
Another great Bulletin! I was in the California Air National Guard at exactly the same time as Beaver. The link he provided in his story, to the F-101, allowed me to see the F-102 Delta Daggers that my unit flew. Thanks for the walk down memory lane, Beaver!
Just read and looked at your October 8th issue that Don sent me instructions to find. Very interesting! Takes a long time to read and try to figure out who's who but well done and commendable! I would like to stay on your mailing list! Can't promise to contribute, though. It will take time to see where we would fit in.
Gwen and Harvey Stucker
Editor's Note: The "WOW" was put on the subject line by Gwen Stucker -- she and her husband, Harvey, are friends of long standing (say 50 years or so) and Don introduced them to The Bulletin.
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
I might have known there would be pumpkins in that first picture. Heather Dewey made an interesting arrangement for this Fall season's interest, plus little Brock. Think of how big he will be by the time we take pumpkin pictures next year!
A picture with fall leaves will likely be on the next Bulletin; at least that is all we see out our window right now. I love how seasonal that first picture usually is. It sets the tone for the whole Bulletin. Very clever photo editor, I'd say.
Little baby Jaxson looks a lot older than one week old in that cute photo. He looks kind of weary of it all already. Am sure his older bother and sister really love him -- "my Baby."
Adrianna, do you have any idea how thrilled we were to see that picture of Sully? Those blue eyes are too beautiful. I'm glad he's finally out of his body cast. We were very glad for your update, Kathleen, which included feelings right out of your heart regarding those you envy. We have the same feelings. What a remarkable family this Bulletin family is, each one in their own way. I was so shocked to hear that my sister in Arizona knows Sully.
Donna Mae, thank you for those unusual pictures of the blind cat playing so friendly with Max, a new puppy that would have been strange to him.
Did anyone else think Patty looked like Dorothy, our Editor, in that first picture? She was sitting down and at first glance I thought -- Oh, Dorothy and Patty have the same colors on, but I see it was Grandma Patty on both pictures.
I realize Larry puts everything he has into his stories and needs time and inspiration to write. I saw Sherry at Eagle Bend and she said likely this winter he may have time to do some writing. So, we will continue to wait -- patiently. When I saw that familiar LTD Storybrooke I was thinking it was a story, but it was a ewe picture instead.
What a great Travelogue we have going this time! I loved that picture with the inset of the three waders in the ice cold mountain stream in Montana. Thanks, Marlene, for the details of your travels and plans as of now. Please know we are following closely. That two "boys" have gone to work with Rich proves what a special kind of manager he is. I can identify with you becoming very attached to the people in so short a time. That's the way it is. I still have some lifelong, close friends from my privileges of meeting them during my years in their areas.
The Muddin' can be left to those who like it! Imagine the dirty vehicle! No thanks.
Well, what a nice letter from the Netherlands. I don't remember such a nice, long, detailed one from there since I came aboard The Bulletin. Thank you, Ary, for everything you took time to share with us. Especially about the climate -- that was most interesting!
Then the one by Frans de Been was equally welcome. Long time since he has had time and inspiration for such a long one with pictures from the Netherlands. I wonder if whoever got the coins realized all it took to prepare that original gift.
The Sergeant David S. Johnson story was especially of interest, being I did know him. He is such a scribe that you are compelled to read every single word and enter into every single experience. A treasured picture of Beaver and his sons. I remember when a new baby came on the scene, and his name was WYATT. Hadn't heard that name before, and then seeing this little boy, Wyatt, in the stroller was a long ways from the Wyatt he has become on this picture. Makes me realize how old I am to know a lot of The Bulletin subscribers as children.
Remembering the wedding pictures, it was interesting to see Keith and Lori again, and this time on their very first anniversary. They look even happier (if that's possible). Time flies too fast.
Thank you for including an update on Diana. One certainly doesn't like to see winter come with the ice and snow to get around in when you don't feel well in the first place. We think of you, Diana, and any little update will be appreciated as time passes. We had hoped to stop in to see you but decided against it for now. We can see you just are not able for the extra strength it would take.
The Chuckles was truly a Foto-funnies with those cute Hill kids in the packing box.
Once again we came to the final page, 31 this time, of The Bulletin, and no matter how long they are, they keep getting better and better every time. It is so amazing that you have been able to publish this every single week. Takes some dedication on the part of the Editor and Photo Editor, plus the other helpers that produce it, and how would you know we appreciate it like we do if we didn't send an LTTE?
Thank you again,
Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell; photo by Suzanne McCorkell
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