Sunday, July 8, 2007
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Update -- Amy Dake weds Ken Harrison
Our little Amy Ellen Dake is now the beautiful wife of Ken Harrison ... and what a lovely couple they are!
Their wedding bells rang on Monday, July 2, 2007, in McIntosh, Minnnesota. Ken's family made the long trek north from Nebraska to attend the wedding. I can only tell you that included his parents, four brothers ... three with families ... and Alex. Unfortunately, I am uncertain about their names so I won't attempt it. [Collin's wife played the piano, Jeff's wife was the photographer, and Dennis's daughter was the flower girl. --Ed.]
Grandpa and Grandma (LeRoy and Vonnie) Dake and I were able to attend, as well. I will tell you the "Auntie" version of the wedding and hopefully you will receive the "official account" sometime in the future.
Amy and Ken were a very calm bride and groom ... this was their day and they clearly were enjoying it. The ceremony itself was a serious, thoughtful time as they exchanged their vows. But there was a barely suppressed anticipation rippling through the little crowd ... specifically, Ken's brothers.
It was payback time...
How could the man and his wife eat their first meal, with all the demands for more kissing?
Someone decided that they needed to get a picture of the groom with his brothers ... the rascals! Amy stood to the side, watching, and suddenly two of his brothers grabbed Ken and hoisted him into the air and headed out the side door. He didn't go without a struggle, but out he went. It was all in fun, so it wasn't long and they all returned.
A short time later, we heard a little squeal of surprise as one of the brothers threw Mrs. Harrison over his shoulder and headed out the door again while the other brothers held Mr. Harrison at bay. Oh, yes ... it was just in fun and she soon returned through another door.
When it was time to cut the cake, Amy so sweetly gave Ken a piece of their wedding cake ... which was met with an uproar from the brothers, so she appeased them by giving her dear husband a frosting mustache.
While the bride and groom sat down to open their gifts, the male population was obviously missing. When I stepped out to see what all they were up to, they had a truck with a large tool box in the back pulled up to the bride's car and a number of them were working the car over.
I wasn't able to stay to see the bride and groom leave ... but then no one else did, either. They managed to escape out the back door and took flight in another vehicle. I understand that a few gave chase but they couldn't catch their sly little brother and his new bride.
They will have another reception in Nebraska this Saturday, so I am sure that the brothers will get another chance ... but someone else will have to fill us in on those details.
Congratulations and Best Wishes, Ken and Amy!
UPDATE -- Jettison Freesemann turns two
A few pictures of Jettison enjoying his birthday presents...
Update -- filling a ditch puts home on golf course
Sorry we haven't written much lately! We've just been incredibly busy! Sometimes it feels like we're just busy being busy, but occasionally we get something done.
We've stained the playset and deck, built shelves in the garage (it was a disaster to start with!) and, most recently, we're filling in the ditch in our backyard.
One of our neighbors got the idea that he didn't want the street that runs behind our houses to be there anymore. (It's between us and the Moorhead Country Club, and used to be the main road to the clubhouse before the clubhouse moved.) So he decided to have the road removed. All of our neighbors to the west of us had filled in the ditch next to the road, putting in a culvert to maintain proper drainage. We had looked at filling it in awhile back, but the cost of the culvert was just too much.
This neighbor asked if we were thinking about filling in the ditch while he was doing the road, and I told him the culvert was too expensive. So he found me some stuff with small defects that couldn't be used by the company that had it, and they sold it to me for basically pocket change. This neighbor also had a bunch of dirt available; I just have to pay to have it hauled in! He and another guy even delivered these 10 eight-foot sections of 18-inch concrete culvert weighing 1,400 pounds each!
By the time I got home from work Wednesday, they had half of them put in already! I'd dug up the end piece a couple days earlier (which was not fun in Moorhead's hard clay soil), so at least felt I'd contributed a little to the project. Hopefully, this week the dirt will come; then I'll be able to seed grass! Now, instead of having a street between us and the golf course, we'll be directly on it!
Anyway, we're going to Minneapolis this coming weekend, and going to the Minnesota Zoo and Valleyfair, so we'll get pictures and do a write-up after that!
UPDATE -- introducing Ken Kitto's family
Jerry, the oldest son, and his wife, Kathleen, live in McClusky, North Dakota, where he has a veterinary practice, including a clinic and hospital.
Rick, the second son, and his wife, Elaine (Eicher), live in Townsend, Montana, where he has an advertising business, designing and putting up huge billboards for businesses throughout the area around Bozeman, Helena, Butte, etc.
Bill, the third son, and Charlene (Curtis) live in Great Falls, Montana. Bill is in sales for a business evaluation company. (I am not sure of the definition of that.)
Don, the fourth son, lives in Salt Lake City, Utah. His former wife, Jeannie (Forrest), and their two children live in New York. Don has a concrete raising business.
Brad, the youngest son, and his wife, Patty, live in Boise, Idaho. He is a sales supervisor over the northwestern states (Utah, Montana, Idaho, Washington and Oregon) for a conveyer belt company.
Day to Day R
As I watched fireworks on the 4th with Lori, Shawn and Caity, I was thinking of why we watch them and how fortunate we are to live in the USA. I ran across this poem and thought some of you might enjoy it, too ... it follows my patriotic thoughts.
The Matriarch Speaks W
Three Generations Pay Us A Visit
Grandpa and Grandma Anderson were thrilled to have a visit from their new great grandbaby -- McKenna Christine Ostendorf.
To make the occasion even more special, Donna came by during the visit from the Ostendorfs and brought with her Caity and Jayce. Of, course that meant more shares of holding this new baby! But we did enjoy every minute we had with all of them.
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?
My Guess: The Bill and Olive Miller family. Phoebe, Robert, John, Mr. Miller, Lenore; in front: Dick, Mrs. Miller, Tom and Jim.
What a wonderful mystery picture! I was really touched when I saw it. That great family is the Miller family and each one very dear to me.
Back row is Aunty Phoebe, Uncle Robert, Uncle John, Grandpa Miller (Bill) and Aunty Lenore. Front row is my dad (Dick), Grandma Miller (Olive), Uncle Tom and Uncle Jim.
Thanks so much for sharing that with all of us. Just another reason to value and love The Bulletin!
Carolyn Miller Dake
What a pleasant surprise to see the picture of Grandpa and Grandma Miller and family! Needless to say, I can identify them all, beginning with Mom (Phoebe), Robert, John, Grandpa (Billy), Jim and Lenore in back, with Dick, Grandma (Olive) and Tom in front.
I surely should know who they all are. It's the Miller family: Grandpa and Grandma, Bill and Olive, and their children, Lenore (my mother), John, Robert, Phoebe, Jim, Dick and Tom. The old pictures are priceless. Love to see them, and now only three left alive at this time. Thanks.
Anita Pfingsten Weiland
No-bake Chocolate Cupcakes
Five 2-ounce Mars Bars (You can use Milky-Way or Snickers)
1. Line a 12-hole standard muffin pan with paper or foil baking cups.
2. Chop four Mars Bars coarsely; cut remaining bar into 12 slices.
3. Place chopped bars in a medium sized pan with the butter. Stir over low heat until smooth. Stir in Rice Krispies.
4. Press mixture into baking cups, spread with melted chocolate, and top with sliced Mars Bars. Refrigerate for 30 minutes or until set.
Very tasty and very easy!
$ A Long Time Ago !
My Incredible Journey To Alaska
When we got back to Anchorage, Mic had to go back to work and so we had three days to kill until Jerri could take some more time off. The next door neighbor said a moose had walked through Mic and Jerri's yard a couple of days before (sorry to have missed it).
Kathy walked over to the foot of the mountains, a couple of blocks from Jerri's, one afternoon and picked a big bowl of lingonberries that we froze and brought home, along with a big cooler full of salmon and halibut fillets.
We stopped and looked for berries many places along the road and found several different kinds. Among them were watermelon berries that tasted exactly like the poor watermelon we bought this summer in the store in Ashby.
Although it had been clear and sunshiny weather most of the time, and the temperature had been much lower inland, in Anchorage the weather was pretty much the same as home in Minnesota. The lawns were lush and green and the flowers were blooming everywhere, with much bigger blooms on them than mine in Minnesota. The leaves on the trees were turning color and the fireweed, etc. was turning red, giving some whole mountains a red color above the timberline.
To be continued...
More About Wyatt William Meyer
Patricia's youngest son, Wyatt, has Down's Syndrome. Recently, his sister Ashley wrote a couple of poems about him, and someone mentioned that [they] should send them in to The Bulletin.
Wyatt is so much a part of our life, that I can't imagine him any other way. He has helped us to slow down and enjoy the things in life that we so often take for granted. He very rarely knows a stranger and has a "Whoh!" (Hello) to most ever one he meets, much to the dismay of his shy sisters!
He greets you at the door when you get home, like he hasn't seen you for years, doesn't hold a grudge (even after getting in trouble!), doesn't "stress" over the things that us "normal" people do, is happy as long as he has his family and his special toys (Scoop and Thomas), and loves to give hugs to his friends, even though he is 7-1/2. He has been a blessing beyond belief.
Ashley is 15, fixing to be 16 in June, so I was touched to see that she had written a poem about her brother. Some of the other poems written by her classmates were so "dark." I am grateful that Ashley has been such a good kid and helps Wyatt "toe the line." I think Wyatt has done so well, thanks in part to his siblings (Rachel 23, Cody 21, Ashley 15, Dusty 13 and Hannah 10 and his extended family); they treat him just like any other little brother/kid.
Patricia Dake Meyer
Celebrations & Observances
This Week's Birthdays
This Week's Anniversaries
More July Birthdays
More July Anniversaries
July Special Days
Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
First of all, thanks for the e-mail card for my birthday. Enclosed you find pictures of the new wallpaper in my computer room and also a new plant creation in my living room. The idea with the thick bamboo sticks was invented by us at work and we use them in different creations.
Here all is fine, an article for The Bulletin is coming soon, now you know my camera is working.
Greetings to you from the Netherlands,
Ary Ommert, Jr.
Life makes changes. Edith Anderson is now in a care center in Coon Rapids near Verlaine, who is taking excellent oversight of her. Verlaine is her only child, and Steve her only grandson. One granddaughter, Sharalyn, is in Georgia and gets home very seldom.
I remember when I sent in a little story about Edith that there was a response from several about how they remembered being in her home.
Recently her grandson Steve and his family (Marci, Shalana, and Krista) visited Edith's former home on the farm at Atwater. It is still in the family. Edith's nephew, Gary Carlson, is farming there.
This is the way the home and barn looks today. You can almost see Edith coming out to greet you with her "have a cup of cawfee" welcome.
Miss Hetty Says
Doncha just love it when there's a story behind the story? Don't tell Amy, but here's a secret her Auntie, the one we call Bitzi around here, whispered in Miss Hetty's ear:
"When I met Miss Oink at Marshall's ... I instantly decided that she had to go to Amy's wedding. When I asked the clerk if she thought it would be appropriate to take Miss Oink to the wedding, she kind of gulped and the look on her face said, 'Surely you can't be serious!'
"After I explained that Amy had worked on a pig farm, she was so amused by the idea that she wanted me to bring in a picture to show her what Miss Oink wore to the wedding."
Miss Oink was very pleased to be given such a place of honor at Amy and Ken's wedding.
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?
Wonderful, as usual! Thanks to all who contributed! Loved it.
What a beautiful introduction to Wyatt! I hope to be able to meet him someday.
Enjoyed Carol's and Betty's telling of their chairs too. I knew Whitney's story would touch lots of hearts! Ardis, I believe, has Grandpa Dake's chair that holds so many dear memories for lots of us grandchildren ... or speaking for myself, it certainly does! Ardis, could you share a picture of his chair, with us?
Donna Anderson Johnson
I haven't ever written to you before, concerning your Bulletin, but this time, I must say what a pleasant surprise to see the picture of Grandpa and Grandma Miller and family. I have one just like it on my living room wall! Don't know who sent the picture to you, or if it was yours, but I feel it's very special!
Good, also, to see the picture of Carol (Printz)! Just last week, we were to Manhattan, Montana, for convention and met her son, Eric. Didn't have any problem seeing the family resemblance!
Editor's Note: Well, "Hi, Glenda," it is certainly nice to hear from you. And I do agree with you that it is pleasant to see the Millers all together. We owe the photo to Ginny Dake McCorkell... I believe she found it in her dad's collection of old snaps. My brother LeRoy Dake has lots of photos from the past.
That picture was probably taken soon after Olive was released from the treatment center. She spent several years separated from her family in a hospital for Tuberculosis treatment. Perhaps one of the Millers could tell us more details of those years. --Dorothy Dake Anderson
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
What unusual decorations in the parade for the 4th of July in Alaska! I was wondering just how much time it took to blow up THAT many balloons? They must have started days early to prepare that spectacular red-white-and blue show. Some clever minds were designing that one-of-a-kind.
I remember seeing Amy and Ken at EB 1. I am not surprised they are having a wedding shower. Seems they were just about as happy as anyone could be with one another. I was pretty excited to see a picture of my friend Bergit Swenson, also Carmen and Zack, looking at the quilt. Another generation is taking the stage now. I still have the birth announcement in my photo album of when Carmen was born. So, these Updates are very interesting to me.
Congratulations, Steve and Marian, on becoming grandparents. I'm sure you can't wait until June 27th when your plans are to come and see Braden Mitchell. It seems like a long time that you've had the Hurricane Wilma mess at your house. You will be so glad to at least have the roof finished. You had sent in the picture of your pool enclosure damage to The Bulletin, and too bad you've had to wait this long for repairs. You are just one of the MANY with damage that are waiting, I suppose, and maybe some worse damage than yours. We hope the weather doesn't have another hurricane like that one to surprise you.
Good thing that great garage sale was in Wahpeton, North Dakota, or we just might have a lot more things we don't need. What a success to have such a turnout! We had a garage sale as my mother moved from the home we had lived in since 1935. We advertised "New items added every hour'' as we cleaned out the house and attic. We had more than enough to pay for the moving van, and we never missed one thing that was sold. Just looking at their neat tables of things so organized shows a lot of work was involved before, during and after.
What a touching precious story about Wyatt William Meyer. That is one very fortunate boy to have such a caring, accepting, loving family and friends, but he would return that love as only one of those special children can do. The innocence is what is so outstanding, and I was glad Angela took time to write that account of a remarkable and unique little boy. For some reason I couldn't make the two children pictured at the end of the story the same two boys as the names below the picture says. I'm sure it's Wyatt in the picture on the right.
Anything about the gravel pit is very interesting to me, having seen it in action many, many, years ago. I remember Donald pointing out a spot just about like that hill with the lake view as an ideal place to build a home. Now Nathan and Devan are making memories in that same gravel pit. I remember driving around this area with Kathy and Carol Sorenson. We were singing, and I remember the song. Oh, what memories!
The Kira photo illustration chatting with McKenna is just about what will be happening. We will be seeing a lot of both of them, enhanced by Bitzi. What a cute picture, and I think I see a likeness to Levi, the big brother!
I was speechless when I got to the GUESS picture. What a treasure to have that family picture of the Millers. That was even before MY day. I have no problem guessing some of them, but I can't quite be sure of the two little boys. I remember Billy and Olive, and can you imagine the work it was to feed and clothe and discipline those seven children? I remember Lenore telling of how she had helped with the family work.
Sounded like Chris and Jessy had wonderful hours and days on their honeymoon. I am so glad they shared it with us, even to the food. We have a Guiseppe's here about a mile from us that we go to once in awhile. Very Italian. Thank goodness we don't have a Café De Paris. So now the honeymoon is over and back to the real world for them, but now they are together, and that is a magic word for happiness.
I was so glad for yet another chapter of the "Incredible Journey to Alaska." What a shock and surprise to meet the Glen Miles family that far from "home." That old, antique, cast iron waffle iron is probably one of their prized possessions. I am always relieved to see the "To be continued" at the end of these too short chapters.
It's been awhile since we heard from the Netherlands. I had tried to keep updated on their new baby princess there via the Internet, but not much is said about her now. What a heartwarming experience to see a very own son become a soldier! For Koen, his dream has come true, and for the family they can be very proud of their son serving their country. We haven't heard what Marloes is doing since graduation!
I love reading the Miss Hetty column. Through Miss Hetty we get in on a lot of doings of our fellow subscribers of The Bulletin, for instance that unusually beautiful cake Amy and Ken are holding from the shower. I was so impressed with the decorating, which was most artistic, and that beautiful blue on white.
Also, the Letters to the Editors is always a highlight to see what others found most outstanding as they read their Bulletin. When I see Donna Mae's contribution, I always wonder how she does it with constant pain, but she just perseveres in spite of it.
Doug, I have to admit I thought of you when I was paging through a catalog the other day. Here was a whole page of gnomes. They looked just like your special friend, the pointy hat and beady eyes, the whole picture. So, I suppose he's found a niche in life modeling for gift catalogs. What next? At least he isn't sneaking up on you, anyway.
Whitney must know by now that her blue chair story touched all our hearts. I was wondering, too, just where it ended up. Maybe you can take a digital of it wherever it is. We liked reading Carol's blue rocking chair story, too.
I have to admit I laughed right out loud all by myself when I saw the CHUCKLES. Not the picture as much as the caption. Levi and that other kid -- hilarious!
Our Editor and Photo Editor are back at their posts now, after many days of frantic activity to produce The Bulletin for us. We innocently sit back and just wait for it to arrive. Our appreciation is their only reward, so I want to do my part in expressing how much Roy and I enjoy this Saturday morning treat.
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