Photo ©Virginia McCorkell
Pink Lady Slipper Orchid.

Updates -

Photos © Peggy McNeill
Kylie Grace McNeill, one month old, left, models an Easter outfit from her proud grandmother, Peggy McNeill. Kylie & her parents, Roddy & Alisha McNeill, right.

Photo © Ben Henderson, left; Patty Henderson, right.
Mason Taylor Henderson celebrates his first birthday.

Photos © Adriana Brown
Here are two shots of my irises that have bloomed this spring.

UPDATE -- blue irises and blue-eyed brothers
by Adriana Stahlecker Brown
Granbury, TX

Here is a picture I took the other day of Sully and Everett. I think it's still too early to tell if Everett is going to have the "trademark" blue eyes, so we'll have to wait and see.

Editor's comments: You are right -- it is a little early to tell just what color Everett's eyes are going to be.

I believe it was Angela who mentioned that Everett is named after two grandpas. The Everett came from his great grandpa's name -- William Everett Dake.

The name is shared as a family name by my cousin Dan Mellon, as it was his grandfather whose name was passed on to your grandfather (my brother) ... so, Angela, you have used a Mellon family name, too!

Welcome, little Everett! --Your Great, Grand Aunt, Dorothy Dake Anderson

Photo © Adriana Brown
Blue-eyed brothers, Sully & Everett Blake Brown.

Photo © "Capt." Jack Adair
Capt. Jack's guitar-playing grandkids; from left: Elana, Ember, Ethan behind Ember, son-in-law Ted, Emily & daughter Amy.

UPDATE -- a guitar for the grandkids
by Capt. Jack Adair
Coon Rapids, MN

When we'd go to visit the grandkids, the first thing they'd say when we arrived was either, "Did you bring your guitar?" or "Did you bring some books?"

The kids loved to "play" my guitar as much as listen to me play it, and as it was my "good" guitar, I got to worrying about the care of it. The kids weren't destructive, but they were kids. So I put myself in the market for an inexpensive guitar.

The first was a mail order, and I couldn't get it in tune. I took it to a music store repairman and he tried but couldn't even adjust it enough to play it. I sent it back and continued searching.

I stopped at a local store that specialized in used instruments and found a nice 12-string (I love a 12-string!), good brand, at a price I liked, hanging on the wall. But when I asked the clerk about it, he told me I wouldn't want that one and pointed out a major flaw. Then I found another one, again a 12-string, of a brand I'd never heard of. I asked the clerk about that one and he'd never heard of it either. He said to try it out.

I played it for about 20 minutes, and although it wasn't one I'd buy for myself to play regularly, it was just right for taking along for the grandkids to play on, and I could still use it myself. Then I checked the price tag. $79.00! Most good 12-strings I've looked at were in the $300-$600 range. I checked with the clerk and he said yes, that was the price. That's why I leave the price tag hanging on it, like Minnie Pearl and her $1.98 hat. (Country music fans will know what I'm talking about.)

And really, it has a great sound.

Photos © "Capt." Jack Adair
Capt. Jack with 12-string guitar "for the grandkids to play."

Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
Ashby, MN

Photo © Donna Johnson
Caroyle & Kathlyn on the porch at Caroyle's new home.

Kathy Anderson's Ashby Visit

Kathlyn Johnson Anderson [Beaver's sister] is visiting from Alaska; she's been helping Mitzi out, mainly, but now it's been grand to have her company for a couple of days here. Yesterday was especially fun, as we took the day to make a trek to Alexandria.

With the sun shining and the birds singing, I felt a lot like an escapee, let loose and ready to run (well, walk very slowly, is more my speed right now). But, to be out and about with such a fun companion, I was all game -- let's say that much! We had a jolly time, laughing and enjoying everything, even the little things.

We did some eating out and shopping and then, the rest of the time, we did lots of visiting. We started our visiting with my parents, after a quick stop for Kathy to pick up some yummy pastries to bring along. Lots of comparing notes as to whom Kathy's known over the years, that my parents know, many stories and lots of laughs. It was a fun afternoon.

Kathy made a phone call and was lucky enough to catch her sister-in-law, Caroyle Foshaug, at home. She invited us to stop in and see her and her husband, Lee. They've just finished a beautiful new home, near Garfield. Caroyle gave us the grand tour and it was amazing. Caroyle did all the inside tile. Outside, she laid over 3,000 pavers, herself, and also did the two level retaining wall. In fact, they did the interior almost completely by themselves, other than, I think he said, the heating in the floors. I admired all their hard work and was glad I got the chance to see their home.

It was fun to see old and new pictures, as Caroyle had stacks of them she was working on -- looked like a big job, too! We got to see a darling picture of Kathy and Argyle on their one-year anniversary; need to get a copy!

Today, Kathy got the tour of the farm from Beaver and then she joined her longtime friend Donna Grover. They ate at the City Restaurant. Kathy said she tried an old-time restaurant special, Hot Roast Beef Sandwich. She said it tasted the same as it used to, so that brought back some memories, too.

Then Donna gave her the tour of Ashby. Kathy said Donna knows about everybody and who lives in each house! They also toured through the cemetery, finding more stories about old timers there.

Tomorrow, we have to share Kathy with her daughter Colette and Tim, Ashley and Erik Huseby, but it's been great having her here, for even a couple of days!

Photo © Donna Johnson
Kathlyn & Caroyle on the porch at Caroyle's new home.

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

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. Donna Jacobson Anderson supplied last week's mystery picture.

How many can you identify? What's the occasion?

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

Fun to see the mystery photo and from left it is Mavis Morgan, her older sister, Elaine Wold, Lorraine Slotten, DeLoris Anderson, and though the face is familiar I can't put a name on the next person, and on the end is Ruth Ferch (Slotten).

Barbara (Wheeler) Floyd
Phoenix, AZ

On the guessing photo there is no reason I shouldn't know four of them, as you see, two are my sisters and one a neighbor girl: Mavis Anderson Morgan, Elaine Anderson Wold, Lorraine Slotten Jacobson, DeLoris Anderson ... but from now on I will truly be guessing. Could it be a Wahlin and Doris Wheelock?

Such fun things in The Bulletin! If the photo was in color you would see my dress was a sea foam green and white with a black belt. I do believe the photo was taken on the farm of Bill and Amy Dake at Howard Lake and could it have been Don Anderson and Dorothy Dake's wedding -- August 15, 1950?

Mavis Anderson Morgan
Hope, ND

My guesses on the mystery picture:

L to R: #1 Marilyn Jane (House) Marsh, #2-don't know, #3 Lorraine (Slotten) Jacobsen, #4 - don't know, #5 Doris (Wheelock) Bullick & #6 - Dorothy (Heyer) Naber.

Judy Miller Riesenberg
Great Falls, MT

The GUESS picture is my era. I see Lorraine Slotten Jacobson, DeLoris Anderson, Doris Wheelock Bullick and Dorothy Heyer Naber. Forgive me for not naming the first two, but a guess would be DeLoris's sisters [Mavis and Elaine], or at least North Dakota girls.

Betty Droel
MoundsView, MN

Photo illustration © "Capt." Jack Adair
Ginny & Capt. Jack Adair

Photo illustration © Ardis Quick
Horse Barn Collage

The End Of The Mellon-Dake Family Barn
by Ardis Quick
Roseville, MN

I pulled together some pictures of the Dake home place and made a collage that I sent to several of the cousins, aunts and uncles. With the pictures, I sent the following. If anyone is interested in a full size copy, please email me your address.

Most of you probably don't know that the farm got hit by some very high winds a number of years ago that moved the barn off its foundation. If you looked at the front of the barn you could see it was shifted and tilted toward the road on the bottom half and the top haymow looked fine. The whole thing was resting up against a small tree. We actually thought the tree was keeping it from going completely.

I decided to have a look in the haymow after forty-some years. Of course it looked a lot smaller than I remember, but the old memories of jumping into the hay and making forts all came back. It's sad to say goodbye to a piece of our family's history. But the reality of rotten floor boards, old nails and molding hay made the decision a little easier.

A couple years ago, Charlie decided to get the old hay and straw out of the haymow to relieve the weight and eliminate the potential for a barn fire. With a little help, he managed to remove 8-10 pickup loads of straw and hay out to the field, where we burned it. It smoldered easily, so we had to keep moving it around to keep the flames going.

Before we started, we removed some old pieces of equipment that were still up in the haymow and anything we could find down below. The family took whatever they wanted and the rest Mom took over to her place. What was left was put on a flatbed trailer and many of you picked things out from Mom's on the fourth of July. We had also started removing some of the better wood to keep for different projects. The best we found was actually on the side facing Wroebel's. That side was protected from the elements the best. The other sides had more decay and insect damage.

The next fall, Charlie and Brian (Melanie's husband), with me in the background giving my engineering and supervisory input, decided it was time the old barn needed to come down. With small kids around, we didn't feel the barn looked safe anymore and we didn't want to have someone get hurt for nostalgia's sake.

Our goal was to use a chain to pull the center two support posts out and let the entire thing drop. The top looked so good, we thought we might get lucky and drop that down and use it for a garage. Oh, ye of little faith! I am proud to say that this barn was built to stand, and stand it did. I could only laugh when, time and time again, the chain was put around an area, only to have just that area come loose.

You can see in the "red" picture where the barn gave up the corner. Keep in mind that the two front corners and the inside two support columns were also gone at this time. The section laying on the ground in front of the opening is where we looped through the door and wall shown in the upper right picture.

After looping through the two windows by the tree, we thought, okay, this should do it. Right! We pulled out the old doorway and two panels that were attached to it and the front corner of the barn finally started to move towards the ground. Notice I didn't say to the ground, but towards the ground.

It was obviously taking a little longer than we had anticipated. Now there was more of a safety concern than having it upright. With all the angles and wood sticking out, we had to get it all the way to the ground.

We looped through the upper floor and around one of the main floor supports and pulled towards the road. After fifteen attempts to drop the barn, the top gracefully settled forward and onto the ground.

Had we left the hay and straw, the weight from above would have made a big difference in how the barn fell. But it would also have meant a longer and hotter fire to deal with.

Because of all the nails and wood, Brad Boltz (Lisa's husband) drove his Bobcat over the next day and pushed everything into a pile. He was able to use the Bobcat to break the wood down so that it was more manageable. We burned everything where it was. Brad took some of the floor rafters to his place to use. JoAnne and Wes dug up some of the old rocks that were used for the foundation to use at their place around the front.

The barn had a rail in the peak of the roof for moving bales in and out of the front upper door. I kept as much of the old hardware as I could find when we took the barn down. I found hanger brackets that supported the rail to the roof, clamps that attached onto the rail and other miscellaneous pieces. The wood off the barn has been used to make frames. Don, Mom's husband, made all the frames for me. I had previously removed three windows. Mom has a small one hanging in her kitchen and I have the other two hanging in my basement.

Now it's just our memories that remain. In the collage, the center top picture shows the younger barn standing strong and tall. At its base is the old coop where Grandpa (and many of us) put the corn through the corn shucking machine and cranked the cobs through to remove the kernels. I remember there were always corn kernels on the floor. Lisa still has the shucking machine. Next to Grandpa's shop, this was my favorite building.

Grandpa's shop, with its smell of oil and the large stone wheel grinder, is partially shown in the middle picture. The round, wood slats, temporary storage bin for corn is also shown.

The only original building left is the house. Not a lot has changed inside the house. The side porch has been enclosed and the pantry and back porch have been opened up into one area.

I hope you enjoy the picture and my little history.

Editor's Note: Until I was in sixth grade, that barn was used to house our horses that provided the power to pull the farm machinery. After that time, I don't remember it being used for anything except storage.

There were a couple of reasons that it no longer was needed for horses. My brother Bill worked for a farm machinery dealer who gave him a chance to buy a tractor and the equipment to use with it. Then electricity arrived and all kinds of modernization was brought to the rural areas. I have a couple of stories of those days in some of the older Bulletins.

I remember well that stage when my dad farmed with horses. They seemed really big and scary to me. I remember watching as they were combed; then they were fitted out with their harnesses, taken to the water and then hitched up for a morning's work. I can actually smell the horse barn smell in my cupboard of stored smells ... it was not nasty like the cow barn. --DMA

Photo © Dorothy Anderson
The Mellon-Dake Farm mural, also by Ardis Quick, framed with barn wood.

My Old White Guitar
by Capt. Jack Adair
Coon Rapids, MN
I bet Beaver and I could have fun exchanging stories of "When I was in the Army..."

When I was in the Army, stationed in California, I bought an electric guitar to go with my acoustic. There was a lad in our unit (I won't be a name-dropper; I'll call him plain "Joe") who had cut a hit record just before being drafted. A fellow I worked with had known him "back home," prior to their army days, as did a sergeant who was able to get "Joe" off regular army duties and into an entertainment unit.

This sergeant had a little band that played in a club off base. He came to "Joe" and said he needed a favor. The singer and guitarist of the group had just been reassigned to Germany; all that was left was the sergeant, on steel guitar, and a drummer. So "Joe" started playing at the club.

One weekend, when he had to be away on business, the club management had a fill-in player, who used "Joe's" guitar and amp. Somehow, the equipment disappeared. The fellow I worked with told "Joe" about me and my two guitars, and said he thought "Joe" could borrow one until he got a replacement.

On Saturday morning, while I was practicing with my tape recorder, the two of them came to my room to check out the guitars. I have that session on an old reel-to-reel tape. But here's the rest of the story...

About a week later, "Joe" came to me and asked for another favor. He asked me -- ME! -- to come and play with him at the club. He couldn't pay me, but they'd pass the hat for me. (Some nights I made more than he did!)

I told him I wasn't very good; I didn't even know a lot of chords. He told me that was okay; he'd teach me anything I needed to know, but he needed me. The steel guitar player couldn't keep in tune and the drummer couldn't keep a beat! All I had to do was stand behind "Joe" and play in key, in time, and very loud.

This deal lasted about three weeks and is my claim to fame. "Joe" is still performing, has had a string of hits, one grammy at least, and comes annually to Minnesota, to play, and then fish. And he still remembers me and my old, white (used to be white) guitar.

Photo © "Capt." Jack Adair
Old White Guitar

Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of
Hetty Hooper

This Week's Birthdays
April 23---Alyssa Lynn Freesemann (10 years old)
April 23---Miss Kitty (4 years old)
April 25---Troy LaRon Freesemann
April 25---Mia Nelson
April 26---Heidi K. Johnson Henderson
April 27---Steve Rodriguez
April 27---Peggy McNeill
April 28---Justin Blackstone
Happy Birthday!

More April Birthdays
April 2---Duane Miller
April 2---Jess Cloyd
April 4---Meryl Hansey
April 4---Barb Dewey
April 5---Lorella Grob
April 6---Dusty Meyers
April 9---Dorothy Dake Anderson
April 9---Richard Johnson (from Oregon)
April 10---Brenda Anderson Hill
April 10---Lisa Kae Anderson
April 10---Shawn Ostendorf
April 15---Melinda Miranowski
April 19---Levi Owen Steinhauer (2 years)

April 29---Kelly Kay Larson Seaman
April 30---Kurtis James Larson

April Special Days
April 6---Good Friday
April 8---Easter

Miss Hetty's Mailbox:

Photo illustration ©Virginia McCorkell
Captain Ethan Horne smells popcorn down "below."

Photo illustration ©Virginia McCorkell
Levi Steinhauer shares popcorn with Grandpa Larry Dake.

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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Such a wonderful start to my day, The Bulletin! Thanks to all who contribute; I truly appreciate your efforts!

Thanks to Lori and Keith for sharing their trip and posting the great photos. (Even the one when you'd tripped ... was that after you'd done so, or while lying on the ground?) Whichever, I liked the photo and hope the effort didn't cost too dearly in pain!

Also, thanks to Frans and Rian and Marloes for sharing! It's fun to make a trip so far off and never leave my chair :-)

The BEST traveling nowadays is via this wonderful mail I get once a week! What's not to love! About the only traveling I am doing right now is to doctor appointments, so that means an even bigger gratitude to those of you who help me get out of here for a bit!

And the lovely wedding and second wedding anniversary that Gina and Dan shared. Beautiful. Give my congratulations to Leah and Len; they look very happy! May they have a blessed life together! And, what a fun excuse to celebrate your second anniversary in Mexico; can't beat that!

I'd have even loved tagging along with Shalana and Krista; what a FUN trip for two young ladies and their dolls! I've always enjoyed the American Girl dolls and their extended wardrobes and all the fun miniatures. (I'm a miniature and doll nut!)

Ardis, What a great MOM you are! Thanks for catching up with what's going on in Jason's life ... as usual, not dull!

And "little" Everett, another cutie!

I would truly enjoy it, if Tom would share pictures of trips taken with Blanche and Jim; I do miss her so and would love to see pictures of them having fun together!

Doug's letter made me laugh out loud and I also enjoyed what he and Ginny did with Caity's pictures ... perfect!

I see Beaver didn't get any Easter pictures shared from here and I didn't get any story sent in. We did have all the kids and grandkids (other than Chris and Jessy). Fun day, lots of good food. Thanks for all the help, to those who pitched in; I can't do it without you anymore!

Loved Ary's card ... fits to a T!

And, as to Rich's comment to me -- YOU are still YOUNG to me! If you are an "old man," that makes me ancient!

Betty, thanks for sharing your thoughts and the beautiful flowers! I WANT spring!

I appreciate all those extra efforts to make it such an interesting read and such a well done paper.

Donna Johnson
Ashby, MN

You are a good publisher ... always on time! I print a copy of your newsletter and within minutes of calling Donna and Chuck Anderson, Chuck is here to pick it up.

I thought about you on your birthday only did not let you know it! It was deadline time here in my office. Soon I will have a web site for The Antique Register also and will let you know.

Have a neat cover on my current issue, which will be on-line shortly; it has a photo of a china boot that was my Grandmother Wheeler's. When my 9th granddaughter was born in Georgia on New Year's Eve last year, I wrote her a letter and gave her the boot. On the cover, I have a photo of my brother Jim Wheeler when he was a baby, with my folks, and a photo of my grandparents. The boot is pictured on top of my Grandmother Kirschner's Danish Bible.

It was very fun to read about Kathy and Dave Pfingsten. Dave spent much time in our home while in the Phoenix area and the year he went to Sweden we visited him shortly after at the Danish convention where our oldest daughter, Brenda Swenson, was baptized. It was nice to have a familiar face there with us. It was Dave who brought a young man from Sweden to our house when they both came for a visit over the holidays. My daughter was not very happy to have to be entertaining some kid from Sweden over the holidays, but by the next June she was in Sweden getting married to him!

Dave took off after a few days and left his friend in Phoenix; I think it was on his way home he stopped to see Kathy and the rest is history!

It is amazing how many people in your newsletter have helped weave the fabric of my life. Keep up the good work.

Barbara (Wheeler) Floyd
Phoenix, AZ

I really enjoyed Ardis's and Charlie's re-cap of Pearl Harbor. It must have been a very moving experience to see the actual wreckage and be where it happened. Some real hard-hitting stuff, there; thanks for bringing it to us.

A fan
(Douglas Anderson)
St. Cloud, MN

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

What a refreshing, beautiful picture of the lovely tulips on the very front page of our Bulletin #252. The winter snow pictures are finally just a memory.

I can't tell you how impressed I was as I scrolled down to click on the Netherlands story about the new baby -- Princess Ariane. To watch the video of the extremely proud and happy dad walking with his precious royal bundle toward the camera. The exquisite little gown the new princess had on, and the elegant pillow she was resting on for her showing. The lovely, old fashioned family represented in the royalty. One would covet that respect and reverence and joy being shown. The little sisters, also little princesses, seeing their new sister, Princess Ariane. They all resembled one another. I won't live long enough to watch them grow into beautiful, storybook princesses, as we did to watch the royal family in England have their family.

We loved once again to see the Holland Gardens through the eyes of a true native from Holland, our very own Bulletin correspondent, Frans de Been. Thank you for taking time to share all you did with us, and for recent pictures of Marloes and Rian, too.

The first picture of the tulips reminded me of another tulip picture, only with snow on the ground. But, spring has sprung.

Photo © Jerrianne Lowther
Red Tulips, Pussywillows & April Snow Storm.
(Reprinted from Bulletin 146, April 3, 2005)

What a lovely wedding scene for Leah and her husband to enjoy! Also, the anniversary for Gina and Dan being in that famous resort area in Mexico. We wish them a very happy future, and another year. It isn't that long ago that I was holding Leah and Gina on my lap -- pretty special little girls of our friends, Jim and Kathy.

Keith and Lori needed to let us in on their life up to date, and we see the happy glow on those two faces, or was that from peddling the bicycle built for two in that beautiful setting?

I loved reading again and seeing the pictures of Shalana and Krista as they enjoyed a rare occasion of traveling with Mom and Dad to Chicago to browse the American Girl Doll store. Their catalog is about threadbare, from looking at it all the time at home.

And Matriarch, that was a lovely thank you that you sent to all who had remembered your 81st birthday, which came on the 250th issue of The Bulletin. From all the little comments sent in, you know there were a lot of subscribers thinking of you.

The Winter Vacation trip story has come to an end. Thank you, Charlie and Ardis, for such detailed stories and pictures of those places we will have to be satisfied to see in pictures. A wonderful memory for you. Now your heart and thoughts will be toward Jason getting situated in his new and very interesting work.

It is always fun to scan down the list of Celebrations & Observances. I can just imagine how excited Miss Kitty must be to reach the ripe old age of 4 on the 23rd. We look forward to some pictures of her blowing out her candles.

We still can't see whether or not Everett Blake Brown has blue eyes like Sully. One thing about The Bulletin, it keeps us up to date on all who take the time to write about the births and deaths and occasions in their days and years.

We do miss Donna Mae's part, but realize she is using all her time and strength to tolerate the back problem and doctoring and pain she's suffering. Now that Beaver has found the caps lock key, he can fill in with a good story pulled out of the past.

Diana will be reading The Bulletin, and thinking about everyone, whether or not she will be able to reply. Maybe she will eventually tell Maralee what to write for her, and Diana, please know that we are with you in thought these days.

LTD is still working on stories. That sounded great. We patiently wait for you to send one in, Larry, and do take care.

Had to laugh at the birthday greeting from Ary Ommert, Jr. ... you have to give him a lot of credit for finding that e-card and getting it sent. But, when it comes to wanting to wish the Editor a happy birthday, one goes to all lengths.

Austin and Aiden Montford were pretty cute, with Grandpa having taken care of them for the day. Wonder which loved the day more, they or Grandpa?

The colorful Foto-funnies by McDouglas couldn't be a more appropriate dream for, is it Caity? -- seems everyone is fast forwarding to summer in the sun.

The pages of The Bulletin flip over way too fast. There were 30 from my printer, and I can honestly say it was "Good to the last Dot."

Thank you again, and when you start on Bulletin #253, just remember we are already expecting it to fall together as nicely as this one did. After all, with all the submissions from the subscribers, you have quite a variety to choose from. The hardest part would be in selecting which fits in best for which issue.

Betty Droel


Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell & Douglas Anderson; photo by Donna Johnson
Midnight, Caity's blind cat, grooms Max, her Chihuahua puppy.

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