Sunday, July 15, 2007
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Update -- a micro mini-vacation
When Mom, Dad and I went to Ken and Amy's wedding, we also were able to squeeze in a micro mini-vacation. We journeyed a few more miles north to pay a visit at Storybrooke Farm.
The lambs in the pasture and the wide expanse of sky make for a very peaceful setting. When we were there, however, it was very still and humid ... and it would have been more aptly named Mosquito Haven.
The biggest change that we noticed as we approached was the new crop that is planted in the fields surrounding Larry and Sherry's little acreage. There are row after row of trees that are presently about four feet tall. I wonder how tall they will get before they are harvested?
In their yard is a weatherworn building that has a lot of character in its simple structure. I would imagine there is a story that could be told if those old boards could talk.
Ken and Amy's tree trimming truck was parked in their yard. The trailer beside it is one Dad made years ago. Ken put a new bed on it and uses it to haul away the trees that he cuts down.
It was delightful to get acquainted with the littlest princess in our family ... Kira Lynn.
(The rest of the story will appear in a future Travelogue.)
UPDATE -- Miller Family Reunion
Just like many days when I was young, I got to join a Miller reunion this last weekend (Saturday, July 7). This time it was Jim's family in attendance, honoring his birthday ... he said something about "70 plus 15."
We all met at Kelly and Mike Seaman's home near Faribault, Minnesota. They have a home on five acres and a place for her horses, so it works out wonderfully for them. In fact, George Larson and Kelly supervised horse rides in the ring in the afternoon. Looked extremely hot to me, but the kids had a good time. Abigail and Ava also enjoyed feeding the horses a few little green apples, which the horses seemed to thoroughly approve.
Jim Indermark set up a pool for the younger set; however, I heard lots of squealing over the cold tap water. One big difference between Minnesota and Florida: Florida has warm tap water, which would have worked much better for pool time!
There were various, changing, groups trying to find the coolest spot for visiting; some tried the tented deck, others under shade trees in the yard, many in the air conditioned home, which was struggling to meet the demand. Lots of going in and out, changing spots. However, despite the heat, we did get lots of visiting done!
Everyone found their way inside to "dish up," once the food was ready and, as with most of the family functions I've ever attended, there was lots of yummy food to choose from, and no lack of variety.
Besides the "birthday boy," Jim Miller, those in attendance were: Duane Miller and his family, Ingrid and Ashlee; Penny Miller Kramer and her daughter, Abigail; Candice Miller and Jay Miller with Nicole Matthiae; Rosanna Miller with Aaron Dahlinger and their daughter, Ava.
Also, Shari Larson, her friend Craig and her family: Kurtis Larson with Jeni, Sami and Madi; Kristi Larson Indermark with Jim, Jordan and Tyler; Kelly Larson Seaman and Mike with Devan and Nathan.
George Larson also came for part of the day with his mother. Caity Chap and I were there, too.
UPDATE -- celebrating 125 years of Hope in North Dakota
We were in town at noon on July 5 for the first firing of the restored Hope cannon, on Hope's 125th anniversary. The celebration was from July 5-8; the dedication was on Saturday, July 7.
Town's Civil War Era Cannon Restored In Hope
I would have to say history was made in Hope, North Dakota, today. This would be the first official firing of the Hope civil war cannon in well over a century. It was a rare, unforgettable experience to say the least. I must say I learned a lot today.
I was interviewed by Sandy Butwyler on KFGO at 12:10 p.m. and I got to tell about the building of the cannon and its history. Then we fired it twice on the radio! The Mayor ordered Civil War uniforms for us to wear at the dedication, Saturday evening at 5:30 p.m. It was fired then and again just before the fireworks at 11 p.m.
The barrel was cast in 1863 by the Cyrus Alger Co. It weighs 1,224 lbs. and has No. 145 stamped on the end and 1505 stamped on the side.
It has stood in the Hope park [on a concrete pedestal] since 1915, pretty much forgotten about except for the 1950's firing, when it did some damage to buildings across the street. The government says "It is still US property," and suggested ways of displaying it.
The [new carriage] parts are made of solid white oak, laminated together into a solid piece. Very heavy! We are putting epoxy finish on it in some of the pictures.
The stock is over eight feet long. I hoped to assemble it by the first few days of June and had it scheduled for its premier showing in the Finley parade on June 16th.
The two wheels cost over $1,600 and the irons and epoxy finish another $1,000 at least. I have about 150 hours of labor into it. It is to be housed in an enclosure that has been started north of the Hope school.
In June, we got the cannon mounted on the carriage and ready for a few finishing touches. It has been a fun project.
John Veile is a retired Major Artillery Officer with expertise in field artillery. He helped us get it ready to fire for the Hope, North Dakota, 125th celebration, July 5-8, 2007.
Day to Day R
It enriches those who receive, without making poorer those who give.
It takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.
None is so rich or mighty that he can get along without it,
A Smile creates happiness in the home, fosters good will in business,
It brings rest to the weary, cheer to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad,
Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen,
Some people are too tired to give you a smile;
The Matriarch Speaks W
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?
I was so shocked to see the GUESS picture. Now THAT is how I remember Vonnie Thomas! The pretty, sweet, quiet one of our age group. She was a nurse, and we all looked up to a nurse with awesome respect. You know her as Mrs. LeRoy Dake.
Betty Weiland Droel
I don't think I could be wrong, 'cause the pretty lady's face is very familiar! I think I might have been present when she changed her name from Vonnie Thomas to Mrs. LeRoy Dake. Thanks for all of your efforts in putting The Bulletin together for us to enjoy every week.
What a nice picture of Vonnie Dake in her nurse's uniform -- must have been in her dorm room, maybe?
Judy Miller Riesenberg
Tom Miller Tells About His Mother's Illness
The Bulletin 263 Guess picture of our family was probably taken in about 1934. Mom was home for the summer but she would be going back, in the winter, to Ah-Gwah-Ching Center, which was about two miles south of downtown Walker, Minnesota. There she was being treated for tuberculosis. This continued for six or seven years.
I do not remember many of the details of her first onset of the disease as I, the youngest of the family, was too young to really notice such things ... but by the time of the picture, I knew to enjoy her stay while she was home.
I really had several "mothers" in those treatment times. My sister Lenore was the first one to tend to us boys (and Phoebe), along with our Pa, Billy Miller. She cooked, washed clothes, cleaned house and kept order. Pa chose one of the big boys to help her in the house and the other two had the outdoor work to do.
Then, when Lenore got married to Henry Pfingsten and moved away, Phoebe took over at keeping us tended. It wasn't very long and Phoebe married George Huisman, so that next winter, when Mom went back to the Center, Dad hired us a lady housekeeper. Her name was Mabel Krovech. I think we boys must have made her life miserable at times.
I won't forget to add that Amy Dake served as adviser to all of our substitute moms. She had us all for dinner lots of times to take the load off the Miller housekeepers.
I will add a bit now about what it was like for my mother ... as she told us years later. The treatment for tuberculosis in those days was, for the most part, a trial and error sort of thing. Different methods were being tried. She had lots of rest, fresh air, sunshine (and substitute sunshine in the form of fish oil). We sometimes got to go visit the facility in Walker. It was true that there were many of the Native Americans under treatment there, as their population had been hit extremely hard by that lung disease.
After many years of treatment there, the lungs built hard covers over the diseased cells and kept them captive and inactive. It was vitally important for my mom to get her rest and to eat healthily and not to overwork, but to the end of her life she did keep the disease from becoming active again.
$ A Long Time Ago !
My Incredible Journey To Alaska
About the 14th [of September], Jerri and Kathy and I started out again, leaving Mic at his job with the pipeline company in Anchorage. Driving south and east around Turnagain Arm (a long body of water that is unsafe for any kind of boats because of the high tides that come in), we went on down to Seward, stopping dozens of times to take pictures of the colossal scenery and to look for berries.
Seward is on a long fjord, which is supposed to be more like Norway than any other place. It is also the southern terminus of the Alaska Railroad and has an ice-free harbor with hundreds of boats docked there. We slept that night in the parking lot by the harbor, and although the restrooms were indoors, we had to drive a ways to them, so we had another waterless supper.
After seeing the sights at Seward, we back traveled up the highway and turned to Homer on the Sterling Highway. The scenery was terrific up in the mountains there and salmon were spawning in the rivers along the roads, etc.
Some places, at the lower elevations, the highway department has seeded poppies along with the grass in the road ditches [after road construction] and they were blooming profusely.
Driving the highway along Cook Inlet toward Homer, we drove down into the little town of Ninilchik. Carolyn Bratvold [a high school classmate of Richard's from Ashby] and her husband, Loren Leman, go back to his hometown there to net salmon commercially during the salmon season (which was over before we got there).
Homer is much warmer than Minnesota and it seldom gets below zero there. This was the most desirable place I saw to live in Alaska. The roads zigzag all the way up the mountainsides, with beautiful houses and beautiful lawns and flower beds all along them, overlooking Cook Inlet and Kachemak Bay and the Homer Spit.
The Spit is a five mile long rock and gravel bar reaching out across Kachemak Bay, with a black-topped road out to the end of it. It was quite deserted now, after the southern tourists had gone home, but it has a large hotel out at the end and boat landings and fish markets, etc. We took a quick look in the evening and then went back up the hill to a motel for the night.
To be continued...
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Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Thanks for the e-card for my birthday (a while ago now!). As usual, life seems so busy that I'm just now saying thank you! I had a nice birthday up in Fargo. We went with my parents to see my sister and her husband. I was a Father's day baby, so of course the two events had to be celebrated together! Hope you are all having a great summer...
Miss Hetty Says
A very hearty "Happy Birthday" to Jim Miller, who celebrated the 15th anniversary of his 70th birthday recently. Which birthday was this picture from, Jim?
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?
I am on my way to the store ... who could possibly resist trying that recipe from Whitney? I rarely, and I mean rarely, read a recipe but ... WOW ... with that tantalizing photo of CHOCOLATE and the word easy ... you have my full attention!
I have really been enjoying the articles from Carol and the relatives in that Big State of Texas.
I am always delighted to see new names added to the list... Welcome, Glenda! I thought that photo of the Millers would touch a lot of folks out there. It is so rewarding to find these photos that you know people will enjoy seeing ... whether it is for the first time or again.
Ashley's poems were so poignant. Will He? ... so much so that I get shivers when I read it. Thank you, thank you for sharing that with us. We have known a baby with Downs ... who is now a man. Stevie is a very special person, too.
Speaking of poignant ... the Blue Chair stories fit into the same category! Wonderful.
I can just see Ken and Amy making their getaway on that tractor! Hilarious! Some of you would know that the fellow driving the tractor is Gilbert McCalla ... Auntie Liz's son. Maybe someone could fill us in on the history of that tractor with the unusual tires.
It has been said before, but I say it again every time The Bulletin arrives ... How do you pull so much variety together and make it blend so well?
I want to thank Dorothy and Jerrianne again for providing the opportunity for us to share with so many.
First, I want you to know how much I enjoy The Bulletin! It is neat to see and keep up with what's going on. I especially have enjoyed following some of the new "young couples" recently! Of course, Clark and I still consider ourselves in that category (although I think we are inching closer to middle age!).
It was nice to see the pictures of Edith Anderson's old house. We went to meeting there for years when I was young, with many fond memories. I still think of Edith often and I would like to drop her a note and let her know that! How could I get her address?
We had Grandpa [Jim Miller] here last weekend before he flew up to Minnesota ... was very nice. I'll pick him up at the airport on Thursday. Sandy and Jay are coming for the week (arriving today), so we are anticipating that, also.
Hope to hear from you soon ... and thanks again for all the hard work that all of you put into The Bulletin so we can all enjoy it. I'm sure most of us have NO idea how much work it really is!
Sue Miller Smith
I saw the Last Week's Bulletin Review and there was a remark, "What's become of Marloes and her study?"
Well, she starts, after some jobs, a study for the healthcare for domestic animals. You will notice she went with Rian and me on our vacation (in a future Travelogue).
Frans de Been
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
As I turned over to the last page (scrolled to the bottom), I found that poem as the Quotation for the day:
My heart to you is given:
Immediately, I thought "how very appropriate for our Bulletin #264." From the very first until the last, it was giving a picture of true love and family closeness. Things that are close to the heart, and last through the years, remain precious.
We hope another issue will bring pictures of the bride's and groom's families. A unique pose of the newlyweds in the first picture! (Sarah Dake Steinhauer took the picture, looking down from the bucket of Ken's cherry picker while her dad, Larry T. Dake, ran the bucket controls. His grandma, Sherry Dake, reported that Levi was alarmed to see his mother hoisted aloft in the bucket. --Ed.)
Thanks, Bitzi, you excelled in this Bulletin, giving us an illustrated "auntie's view" of a very happy couple from start to finish. I thought the framed pictures were a work of art.
We can't forget Jettison as he turns two. Surely not the terrible twos. Larry McCorkell will be pleased to see another generation into trains.
Wyatt, what a project to fill in the ditch, but you were actually forced to, being the rest had done their property. You were fortunate that your neighbor was generous with his help. Now you'll have to dodge golf balls while you bask in the sunshine.
A very nice story about that real, honest to goodness cowboy, Kenny Kitto, with his five boys. I remember when the second boy was born that they had to watch that the big brother didn't push his stroller down the steps. Somehow, he didn't appreciate the newcomer taking his folks's attention.
Then the time Rick was at our home in Minneapolis with his folks for a meal. He was sitting at the table, getting so sleepy, and then he said, "I want my cowboy bed." Well, he was a thousand miles away from his cowboy bed. That was so sad and cute both. So now, seeing them with families in the prime of life, was very special to me.
What a beautiful cactus, but if it means having Arizona's scorching heat, I guess they should have something to enjoy out of it. I walked out of our house this morning and nearly blistered my hand on the metal hand rail, so we are having heat, too. It was a surprise to see my niece Judy's children, Rex and Lori, with my sister. We never see them, so good thing the names were below the picture or I would wonder who they were.
Donna Mae, you expressed our sentiments exactly as you described the 4th of July's real meaning. Our flag is still flying, simply because of all the deaths it has taken to keep it waving so proudly. It hurts deeply to see some desecrate our flag. It represents all we have to enjoy in the greatest country in the whole world.
I was so glad to see our Matriarch speaking, and her "best man" pictured. It won't be long until that little sleeping bundle becomes a focus in The Bulletin for birthdays and, yes, weddings. Time goes so fast. I doubt we will live to see her wedding, though.
The Bulletin really did a lot of people a grand favor to put the Miller family in as last week's GUESS. Anita mentioned only three left alive. I hadn't realized that. But we'll always have their descendants.
Glad for the low calorie recipe, Whitney! They are very tempting, nevertheless. You still haven't sent a picture of where the blue chair is now.
I didn't skip forward, but I could hardly wait to get to the chapter of "My Incredible Journey to Alaska." The chapters are way too short, but that way it will last longer. Such beautiful pictures of the berries. Who would know the difference between the inedible ones and the edible ones? Trial and error maybe. Wouldn't the red hillsides be a sight, covered with the bright red bearberries!
As with every wonderful vacation, it's always "back to work," like for Mic. But it gave the others an opportunity to pick and freeze some freshly picked berries, along with salmon and halibut, so the home folks could sample some of the incredible Alaska fare.
Thanks, too, for the second account of Wyatt, and how much he has added to the family. I have a friend with Down's Syndrome who is close to 40. Very helpful to his aged parents, who are less able. He even writes letters and does the talking on the phone for the family. So, Wyatt just may become a man, as in the poem "Will He?" Those were very touching poems, proving a sister's acceptance and love. It was especially nice to see the family picture.
We noticed all the plants in your home, Ary. Am sure they are thriving in the care of a professional. Such a neat desk. We use a lamp like that over our monitor. The older we get, the more light we need, it seems, and that is a great lamp. What a lot of work to wallpaper, and we noticed even the wallpaper had flowers on it. We haven't seen bamboo used like that in a planter.
Only Bitzi would insist that Miss Oink be featured in The Bulletin. I tried to see what Miss Oink was wearing to the wedding, but it didn't show up good enough.
Glenda, what a nice surprise to see your Letter to the Editor. That picture of the Millers surely would have inspired you to write, being your mother was on it. I remember you, Glenda, as a little girl on the farm, with the geese running around, and the delicious goose we enjoyed at the table. I suppose we slept on a goose down pillow.
I wish we would have had names for the children in the picture of Levi asking if Amy will still be his auntie. I just may have to call and ask Bitzi. I may know some of the grandparents, which would be more my generation.
Thanks to you for your dedicated work again, producing another one-of-a-kind Bulletin. I wonder if you have any idea how anxious we get as Saturday rolls around? We always can depend on some surprise and creativity.
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