Gopher it!
Photo illustration © Kimberly Johnson
Whitney Johnson with a Washington supporter of Minnesota.

Updates -

Photo illustration © Kimberly Johnson
A collection of mini snow "persons."

UPDATE -- plenty of snow in the Northwest, too
by Kimberly Johnson
Tacoma, WA

We have seen plenty of rain here in Washington lately, so the snow we got this past little while has actually been a relief! We got a few inches Tuesday (January 9th) and then a few more Wednesday night (January 10th).

Being from Minnesota, it's funny to hear the natives talk about their road conditions. They closed school for two and a half days for the little snow we got!

We woke up Thursday morning, had breakfast, and then proceeded to build the littlest snowmen I have ever seen. We think they are about 9-10 inches tall. We didn't get the workout Ryan and Heidi did, but thought they were cute and worth a picture anyway!

Photo © Brenda & Nathan Hill
Artist Jazmine Hill poses with her life size self-portrait.

UPDATE -- family art project
by Brenda Hill
Dwight, ND

We haven't written for a while but do enjoy reading The Bulletin. It seems like there are just not enough hours in a day to get everything that we want to get done!

Sunday night we did find a little time to do a family art project. The kids enjoyed painting their silhouettes on large paper. They used a sponge in a clothespin to paint with. Close adult supervision was provided by Mom and Dad.

Photos © Brenda & Nathan Hill
Jazmine paints within her silhouette with a clothespin gripping a sponge.

Jaxon was a good sport and watched the activity from his bouncy chair until it was his turn to be drawn around! Jonathan pointed and giggled at the finished products. Jazmine and Jonathan both seem to enjoy the pictures hanging in their bedrooms.

Photos © Brenda & Nathan Hill
Jonathan, left, and Jaxon, right, enjoyed the art project, too.

Until next time....

Nathan, Brenda, Jazmine, Jonathan and Jaxon Hill

Photo © Mavis Morgan
Jan & Dwayne Weeda and Tom & Mavis Morgan.

UPDATE -- recent visitors
by Mavis Morgan
Estero, FL

Recent visitors with Tom and Mavis Morgan in Estero, Florida, include Jan and Dwayne Weeda from Mandan, North Dakota. The Weedas had two weeks to enjoy the sunshine, beaches and warm days besides visiting and meeting new people.

Lorraine and Brent Slotten of Wahpeton, North Dakota, also visited us recently. Here is a photo of them as we enjoyed lunch at the International Kings Buffet.

Editor's comment: So then, Brent, as you assure me you are a faithful reader (but not a subscriber), I am so happy to publish the picture of you and Lorraine. Now hadn't you better acknowledge this message?

Photo © Mavis Morgan
Lorraine and Brent Slotten

UPDATE -- of cats -- and guitars!
by Capt. Jack Adair
Coon Rapids, MN

I really appreciate the directions to the location of a picture of Jerrianne; it's so much easier to converse with someone when you know what they look like. But, Oh Oh ... I think I'm in love!

I think Jerrianne is really nice, and I appreciate her talent and humor, but that was the first really good picture I've seen of Miss Kitty, and she is absolutely beautiful.

I have been fortunate in my life to have been accepted by several cats. (One owns dogs; one does not OWN cats.) The first I can remember, I must have been about 4 years old. The folks finally got rid of her because whenever Mom tried to punish me for some misdeed -- often! -- the cat would attack her. Over the years we've had several cats join the family and, although very accepting of the other family members, I was their human.

If the picture comes through, it's my favorite guitar, sounds as good as it looks. It's an Alvarez, and personally I like it as well as, or better than, Martin guitars I have played. If you are a guitar player, you know about Martin guitars; if you're not a guitar player ... what difference does it make?

© "Capt." Jack Adair
"Capt." Jack Adair with favorite Alvarez guitar ... sounds as good as it looks but no audio file here. (Maybe we'll figure out how to do that, too, one of these days!)

UPDATE -- new additions to the family
by Diana Mellon Martin
Coon Rapids, MN

I am having a problem with the keyboard on my "Mailstation," so I am not sure if I'll be able to do this or not. Just touching base to greet everyone who reads The Bulletin, and bringing you up to date on what we are up to, here.

Maralee and I are now the "proud" mamas of two very sweet, cute and lively puppies! One is a 9-week-old female Shih Tzu, that we call Emily, and the other is a 12-week old female poodle-bichon mix named Bella.

We went from cats to dogs, all in one day! We got Emily through friends, and Bella was in an abusive home that our vet found out about, and one thing led to another. Before we hardly knew what was happening, we had two little ones, rather than the one we had decided on.

They keep us on our toes, but are the sweetest and most loving creatures on the planet. Housebreaking, of course, is the big job, but both are doing pretty well, for their age, so I think they will be just fine with love and patience.

I go in for lab tests, today, then see the doctor in two weeks, so I'll know more, then. I had to go off chemo for a week, due to side effects, but am back on, now, and so far, so good.

I felt so bad about the two little ones having to be hospitalized, recently. I pray they both are now on the mend. Such a scary experience for kids!

Hello to all......Love, Diana

Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell

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

Fire Alarm and Evacuation on Saturday, January 13, 2007

Report by: Dorothy Anderson, presently residing in apartment 222 of Bridgewater Estates with my husband.

Physical problem: I am a Post Polio Syndrome sufferer. I use a Jazzy every minute of the day. I am not able to walk without assistance.

The event: This afternoon the fire alarm sounded. I went to check and the light was flashing in the hall. I know I cannot use the elevator ... but no one has really ever told me what I should do in this type of event. The police arrived in several cars and the fire chief in his van ... commotion everywhere ... my husband ill with the flu...

Help: Kent Glover, our neighbor to the right (north) ... came to see what I was going to do. I didn't see how I could do anything. He said we had to evacuate as there was smoke and the location of the cause had not been found. Our only escape route was down the steps by our post office, so I went there on the Jazzy.

There were several fellows there who had been alerted by Kent that I would need help. At first they were going to try to carry me down in the Jazzy, but it is so heavy that I suggested, with people available to help me from step to step, maybe we should do it that way. It was agreed by a young woman (who, I later learned, was a policewoman).

Kent and another young man, with the other men as backups, would assist me down ... and we started. I was so fearful ... they were so patient, kind, and helped me down several steps. Then a lady came to let them know that the source of the smoke had been found and the evacuation order rescinded.

So now came the hardest part of all ... to get me back up the steps. I am totally dead weight going up steps ... but with pushing, lifting my feet, lifting my weight, and total helpfulness from everyone ... I made it safely back to my Jazzy. I escaped to my apartment, as soon as I civilly could, to try and gain back some feeling of safety...

Next time (if there is a next time) it will be different. Don has taken a hand pushed wheelchair and put carrying handles on it so I can be carried down the steps.

Who Is This?

Let's Play a Guessing Game: Whenever it is handy to do so, we will run a picture of someone of the subscribers or staff members of our e-magazine. Tell us who you think it is -- we will let you know who was the first to guess it right -- and the correct guess -- in the following week's Bulletin.

(Send us some to run; we will line them up in our staging area to take their turn. Thanks to LeRoy Dake for sending last week's mystery picture.

How many can you identify?

Answers to last week's mystery pictures (click here to review them):

The only one I can identify is "Grandma Greer" with her back to the camera. Will be glad when someone tells us who the other two ladies are! That picture was taken a long time ago!

Tom Miller
Madera, CA

Process of deduction would lead me to guess that the lady sitting in front of the tree is my great-grandmother and your grandmother Angie Mellon. A little hint from someone in authority in this matter led me to deduce this. I have asked my brother Tom, who being older and arguably wiser, I thought might know. No answer yet! I hope Tom responds. (Actually, I hope he responds and he's wrong!)

Dan Mellon
Alta Loma, CA

Oh my goodness ... surely you don't expect even the most clever of us all to GUESS the picture this time! I gave up before I hardly looked at it -- except that it looks like it could be Dake's yard on the farm. Not even facial features to puzzle over.

Betty Weiland Droel
MoundsView, MN

Editor's Comments: The three ladies are probably visiting at Grandma Greer's house (1940s?) -- and in the distance I think you first see the railroad tracks and then on the horizon is our farm. Sarah Crowder was a sister of Grandpa Ed Greer ... the other two are our grandmas -- Grandma Mary Cheney (Dake) Greer and Grandma Angeline Jane Doyle Mellon. --DMA

It is about time that I did some guessing. I know the lady on the left is our Grandma Greer and the one facing the camera is our Grandma Mellon. But I cannot guess who the other one is. I have eliminated a couple choices, as I don't remember either Aunty Elizabeth or our mom ever wearing a hat. But being that lady is, and Grandma Mellon is, maybe they came to visit together. Also if you could see real good, maybe you could spot one of the Dake kids wayyyyyyy across the railroad tracks and in a field at our farm.

Gert Dake Pettit
Howard Lake, MN

Editor's Comment: I am quite sure you are right that it was a visit by the two ladies at Grandma Greer's house -- note the garden they are sitting beside. Grandma always had lots of flowers and a vegetable garden, too. Right nearby must be where Uncle Isom's car was buried after he jumped out of it and it was totaled out -- see Bulletin #141 and #142 in the Archives for that story. However, Grandma Greer did not live there when that event occurred.

A New Grin (or two)

When I send little tidbits along for The Bulletin, my main purpose {and mine!} is to get a laugh, or at least a grin from people.

A little thing you can throw in somewhere, should get a grin or two. Ginn really likes this story.

While living in Winnipeg, both my folks had to work to make ends meet, I was probably 9 or 10 years old at the time. Mom would get up and make breakfast, the folks would eat, then wake me for school, and leave for work, feeling I was old enough to take the responsibility of getting ready for school and eating breakfast.

In the winter, breakfast was oatmeal, or porridge, as we called it. I would get up, put the pot back on the stove to reheat while I brushed my teeth and got dressed. Not once, not twice, but three and sometimes four times a week, I would dawdle, and by the time I returned to the stove, breakfast was burned. I got in so much hot water the first two times that I just couldn't let the folks know I did it again. And again!

What to do? Aha! I'll hide the burnt oatmeal. Where? I buried it. In a snowbank. In the front yard. This worked great, until spring, and the snow melted. It took the folks a while to figure out what all those little piles of black-and-grey stuff was scattered all over the front yard. I think they got to laughing so hard they forgot to punish me.

Capt. Jack Adair
Coon Rapids, MN

© "Capt." Jack Adair

Travelogue t

Photos © Weston Johnson
Lighted chairs, Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building memorial.

Night Visit -- Oklahoma City Memorial
by Weston Johnson
Maple Grove, MN

While visiting with a member of the ACCompassion group during a break in the Symposium on Friday, I had recounted my drive from Minnesota to Arizona, and explained that I was planning to take a different route home. I told her I would drive east to Oklahoma City, then north through Kansas City rather than returning through Colorado and Kansas, through which I had passed on the first leg of the trip.

When I mentioned that I would be driving through Oklahoma City, she immediately responded that I could not pass through without stopping at the memorial that has been built downtown on the former site of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building, which was destroyed by a bombing in 1995.

Based on her recommendation, which was seconded by others I met that day, I decided to add the memorial to my itinerary. As I drove across Oklahoma on Saturday afternoon, I debated whether I should attend the Oklahoma - Colorado football game or stop in Oklahoma City, visit the memorial and continue on the road toward home. I decided I would try to do both, even if it meant my stop at the memorial would be a late night visit.

After the football game was over, I drove to Oklahoma City and followed the signs leading to the memorial. The downtown area was largely deserted. I drove down empty streets until I found a vacant parking lot across the street from the entrance to the memorial.

As I walked across the street toward the memorial, a bitter wind stung my face in the night air. I approached the entrance, a towering stone square bearing the following inscription:

"We come here to remember those who were killed,
Those who survived and those changed forever.
May all who leave here know the impact of violence.
May this memorial offer comfort, strength, peace, hope, and serenity."

As I emerged through the opposite side of the entry gate the entire memorial came into view all at once. It was dark and deserted. At the center of the memorial, directly in front of me, was a black pool of water the width of a city street, stretching the length of a city block, where it reached a second entry gate.

The gates bookending the pool were twins, with the exception of the inscriptions on their inner walls. The gate through which I had entered was inscribed "9:01," while the other was marked "9:03." The bombing occurred at 9:02 a.m. According to the memorial's designers, 9:01 represents the time where innocence is left behind. 9:03 is where the healing in the aftermath of the tragedy begins.

I walked around the right side of the pool, which runs the length of the space once occupied by Fifth Street, the street that was located immediately in front of the Murrah building, the street on which the Ryder truck loaded with explosives was parked that day. I knelt down and touched the ice cold water. It was less than an inch deep, leaving my fingers to rest on a bed of cold, black granite. Although it is intended as a reflecting pool, in the darkness of night it swallowed light rather than reflecting it, creating the appearance of a pitch black bottomless pit.

I stood and continued to walk along the edge of the reflecting pool. To my right was a grass berm on which rows and rows of lighted chairs were situated, stretching the entire length of the memorial. There were 168 chairs, to be exact. One for every man, woman and child killed by the bomb. They were arranged in nine rows, one for each story of the Murrah building, representing the floor on which each victim took his or her last breath before the floor disintegrated beneath them.

When I reached the end of the pool, I turned left, walking toward a large elm tree illuminated by spotlights. A nearby plaque identified it as the Survivor Tree. It has stood in that same location for decades and was a witness to the destruction that occurred across the street when the bomb exploded. The trunk of the tree rises from the ground at nearly a 45 degree angle and is topped by sprawling shade branches. The old tree cut a dramatic appearance with its trunk and lower branches lit brightly, while the wind-whipped upper branches faded into the surrounding darkness.

I walked back past the end of the pool toward the rows of lighted chairs. There, I noticed a thick, jagged piece of concrete -- The Survivor Wall, the only remaining piece of the Murrah Building. The wall once formed the corner of the building at Fifth Street and Robinson Avenue. Each of us who remembers the endless news footage from the bombing in 1995 can still picture the way the building looked after the bombing. The entire midsection of the building's Fifth Street side was gutted, with broken concrete and twisted steel sagging from what remained of each floor. With that image in your mind, look to the lower left corner of the picture and that is where the Survivor Wall stands.

Although I had obviously already realized I was at the site of the Oklahoma City bombing prior to that moment, somehow seeing the actual corner of the building struck me very vividly. At that point, those images of destruction came back fresh in my mind. I looked out at the reflecting pool and saw a normal city street, as it would have looked that morning at 9:00. Then I imagined the chaos that ensued just minutes later, and in the following hours and days.

I looked up from where I stood and remembered that gaping hole that had been ripped into the building, that image we all saw so many times. And it had all happened right there where I was now standing. All of those 168 people died right there where I was now standing. Shivers coursed up and down my spine, but these shivers were not a result of the cold night air.

I began to walk back toward the gate, looping around behind the grass berm across the Murrah Plaza, a raised walkway that offers a vantage point from which visitors can take in a view of the entire site. The plaza is topped by an American flag, which flies on the Murrah Building's original flagpole next to the Oklahoma State flag and the City of Oklahoma City flag. As I reached the end of the plaza, I stood for a moment and took one last look down over the memorial. The wind whipped the flags behind me. The snapping flags and the clanging of the metal brackets of the halyards against the flag poles interrupted the silence of the night.

Finally, I exited the memorial and crossed Harvey Avenue, where I noticed a separate, smaller memorial I had overlooked when I had first entered. This memorial was erected by the St. Joseph's Catholic Church on the site of a rectory that was destroyed in the blast. It consists of a white statue of Jesus with his back turned to the site, his head bowed and his right hand covering his face. The base of the statue carries the inscription "And Jesus Wept," a reference to the shortest verse in the Bible, in which Jesus grieves the death of his friend.

As I returned to my car, I was grateful to the woman who had recommended that I visit the memorial. Although it was difficult to imagine what had happened on that site, and somewhat eerie visiting in the darkness and solitude of night, there was also a peacefulness surrounding the site. What was once a scene of unspeakable death and destruction, an ugly crater and a bombed-out building, is now a beautiful, peaceful tribute to those who lost their lives that day. In that way, as its designer intended, it truly has become a haven where healing in the aftermath of the tragedy begins.

To be continued...

Photos © Weston Johnson
"Survivor tree," left; "Jesus wept" statue and entrance gate, right.

China Revisited

Photo Editor's Note: Last year Greg and Sonja Dake visited China for three weeks and kept us entertained with firsthand reports and photographs for several months. Eric Bergeson, a nurseryman from Fertile, Minnesota, has just returned from China. He has posted many new photos from China on his web log, The Country Scribe, as well as a new report on Chinese food in his weekly newspaper column. I thought you might find them interesting, too.

Pearl Harbor Days
In this series, Ruth Kitto tells of her experiences as a 21-year-old newlywed in Hawaii in 1947-1948, just after World War II.

The 1939 Chevy Coupe
By Ruth (Weiland Swanson) Kitto

Apache Junction, AZ

I don't remember much about the car, but Vern wanted this Chevy coupe. (A 1939 model, I think. Maybe some our older readers would know more about the year of the car than I do.) You know the dreams people have of "someday I want a car like that."

We got it before we left Minnesota and drove it to California -- but with a big "hitch." Out in the desert, near Las Vegas, absolutely new territory to both of us and dark at night, something happened. Something dropped out of the bottom of the car.

Now I have forgotten how he ever found a place to get a tow truck -- 75 miles! Can you imagine the $ we poor kids didn't have -- and to have to leave it there? And he was going to be LATE to get back after his leave -- and that was about the most unforgiving absence ever! Petrified? I think he was, more than I. I didn't know what to expect. But there was good news, even to that.

In Las Vegas lived a couple that were Vern's "foster" aunt and uncle! The brother of Vern's foster father lived there -- and, of course, Vern knew him. WHEW! We were there three days, I think. HOT? I had never had been so hot in my life. (This was the end of June. I had the best lemonade of my life there -- never been the same since! Now we make our own ... from our own trees.)

We got to Pearl Harbor -- Hut 67 -- and were told the car was on a ship -- and then, like so many things, it didn't get shipped when it was supposed to. I believe it was about a month before it came.

Before we knew it, the time was coming to get ready for discharge! After six years, it was welcome for those in service that long. We had been told we were going to fly back, so we shipped the car to California. Yes, for a fee.

So then, Labor Day weekend, we had to say ALOHA! to Pearl Harbor and all our memories. It was hard to leave Pearl Harbor after so many months, but that's the way it goes ... in the service. As luck would have it, we didn't get to fly -- and so we had a five-day sail back to San Francisco --- and who was sick? It was only four days of sickness this time.

My 10 months in Hawaii were hard to describe in a short time -- but I would not change that experience for anything.

Photos © Ruth Kitto
Vern Swanson, my sailor boy and his '39 Chevy coupe, left; Ruth, eating sugar cane at Bill Achi's home, right. We were fortunate enough to stay with them and their four children after we left our home in Hut 67.

Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of
Hetty Hooper

This Week's Birthdays
January 22---Timothy Thomas Mellon
January 24--- Marloes de Been
Happy Birthday!

This Week's Anniversaries
January 24---David "Beaver" and Donna Anderson Johnson (13 Years)

More January Birthdays
January 3---Brandon Hellevang
January 3---Virginia (Dake) McCorkell
January 4---Harry "Junior" Anderson
January 4---Nathan Hill
January 5---Jayce Michael Chap (8 years old)
January 5---Krista Rae Weiland (7 years old)
January 11---Brandon Harvey Lehtola (4 years old)
January 15---Shea Ashley Birkholz
January 19---Trevor Jayce Roberson (6 years old)
January 20---Lois Dake

January 30---Whitney Anne Johnson
January 31---Larry McCorkell

January Special Days
January 1---New Year's Day
January 15---Martin Luther King Day

Miss Hetty's Mailbox:

Dear Miss Hetty,

Thanks for the birthday and anniversay wishes! We spent our anniversary flying out to Bend, Oregon, where we spent a week with Eric's family. The day after we arrived was my birthday; we didn't do anything too exciting, but my sister-in-law, Andrea, made a delicious meal of steak and shrimp, with rich chocolate cheesecake for dessert.

Hope your 2007 is off to a good start!

Melanie (& Eric) Shockey
Brookings, SD

Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell
Lois Holman (Larry McCorkell's sister) and grandson Hunter Holman.

Keep Us Posted!

Please drop Miss Hetty a line and tell us who, and what, we've missed. And how about a report (photos welcome) of YOUR special celebration?

'Many Thankse

Miss Hetty


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Just finished reading The Bulletin. Wow -- it was huge, and packed full of such interesting things. HOW DO YOU DO IT ... every single week!

Not a word from Elaine (Don's sister) for too long. Tell her we do miss her additions.

Betty Droel
MoundsView, MN

I missed getting The Bulletin ... and I know it's out, since Mavis wrote that it was such a nice Bulletin and told of the pictures of Dwight's family that were in it! I suppose my subscription is past due ... since I haven't sent in for a while?

Elaine Wold
Wahpeton, ND

Editor's Answer: Will that help get you to write more? But, no, something went wrong, for sure. I had 13 non-delivery notices and your letter, so far, out of the 120 that we sent out. That indicates trouble, as usually we have no more than one or two. I have re-sent, or sent the URL, to all of the ones who had trouble.

Thanks for resending, Dorothy. For some reason I had trouble for about 24 hours with AOL.

We were down to 28 degrees this morning. I don't expect sympathy, but we Californians just expect better! Kidding. My dog still wanted to go for a walk; didn't seem to faze her.

Dan Mellon
Alta Loma, CA

Editor's Note: I think everyone that has AOL and is a subscriber had The Bulletin bounced last week. The only one who did not receive hers who was not AOL was Elaine. (I sent it twice -- as well as the URL -- she did not get either e-mail the last I heard but read The Bulletin using the URL.)

Hidden books of The Bible. That was fun!

Melanie Lehtola
Howard Lake, MN

Sent by Melanie Lehtola

Dear Aunt Dorothy,

I sure didn't have much success last week, did I? I didn't recognize a photo that wasn't my own grandmother and got beat out on the Bible puzzle ... and by my own sister, no less, and her puzzle was better than mine, to boot... (I have a feeling the two are related -- too many of the answers are just too similar.) Did she beat me on the Mental Flexibility Test, too?

P.S. Mark, Luke, Kings, Acts, Revelations, James, Ruth, Numbers, Job, Amos, Esther, Judges, Titus, Lamentations, Hebrews!

Steve Miller
Coral Springs, FL

Editor's Note: Now Steve, don't pout. And what about my title? --Your Aunt Dorothy

Photo Editor's Note: You're on a roll, Steve ... see your cousin Melanie's illustrated answer!

Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
by Betty Droel
MoundsView, MN

Happy, healthy, secure children. That's what came to mind when I saw our first picture on the first page.

Oh, those beautiful, pink, Sandia mountains. It reminds me of the mountains as we lifted off from Anchorage and looked back at the scene that was so breathtaking and so typically Alaska. They were actually pink, just like that.

So, Miss Kitty, you see there can be some giant snowmen other than in your backyard!

You skiers, please be careful. A friend of ours, Chris Becker, who has a very busy photography business in LeMars, Iowa, innocently went to Colorado to ski in all that new snow. Well, he ended up with a broken pelvis in three places. Not a very welcome vacation. It happens so fast and takes so long to heal. He had a sled ride down the hill, being pulled by a ski patroller on skis, to the Keystone Medical Center right there at the slopes. Then a long ride back home.

Well, Jayce turned 8 on the same day Krista turned 7. It's fun to see their birthday stories and pictures. All too soon they grow out of that innocent child excitement over a birthday cake. It does look like the Wahpeton Andersons had lots of birthdays for several different ages.

What a clever pose to have Santa standing outside looking in at two excited children. I don't see any snow out that window, though, so maybe he came on a four wheeler.

I always enjoy seeing Grandma Shari, just because I think of a cute little girl, now all grown up.

Thanks to Diana for updating us on her condition. We are very interested, but don't want to be an interruption by calling to bother a nap or something. So thank you for keeping us informed, and we do wish you well, Diana. Especially, for your home to finally have lookers.

Fun to see Caity a success in her sports event. The contrast to that was the scare about Jayce and his problems, which seemed to develop as a result of reaction to anesthetics.

I looked up "From My Heart To Yours," but I will need time to digest that site.

That picture of the stadium in Norman, Oklahoma, was astounding! Think of ALL those people. I think the bleachers must have some very solid support. That is a LOT of people! I loved the continuation of your story, Weston, and even more so the fact that it's to be continued further. It's written with such vivid descriptions, and I think we could even feel that cold wind as you stepped out of the car.

Don, I can remember the same things you mentioned, so that must mean I am old, too. (too, did you get that?) Hand gas pumps put us in an era of our own. We lived in the city, though, so there was a lot I didn't compare with you on as to life on the farm.

Thanks for another series of Pearl Harbor Days. I loved reading that story about Christmas on a deserted Hawaiian Beach. To remember such details says that it was a once in a lifetime, unforgettable experience, and I am glad you are sharing it after all these years. My sister was always so thin, and I never was. Enough said about that subject! I looked at the Nanakuli link, and it was a beautiful site about that Hawaiian Beach. I am so glad that story, too, is to be continued.

Rylie Johnson's pose was so cute. The coloring was just perfect with the pink outfit against the gold and purple and gray background. She looks so thrilled and impish, doesn't she?

I always read each and every Letter to the Editor, usually learning something I had missed.

Not too many get to have a cozy picture with Santa, and Jeweldene couldn't fool him that she'd been a good girl or not, being he was her grandson.

We got all the Books of the Bible, Steve, but having seen that before was sort of cheating, wasn't it?

Such a cute Foto-funnies picture. Whoever dreams up those captions does a great job.

Even at 34 pages from my printer, The Bulletin hardly seemed that long, as it was so interesting.

Every single week it is so individual, and I know there are some more stories just waiting to happen to fill the next weeks ahead. We like the old stories, too, and thanks again for letting us be subscribers.

Betty Droel


Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell & Douglas Anderson; photo by Whitney Johnson

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