Sunday, July 29, 2007
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Update -- canoeing with Levi
What fun, being Grandpa! Levi and I went for a paddle across Pickerel Lake this past weekend in his mom's and dad's canoe. We were at Sherry's brother Tim (and Donna) Swenson's cabin for a Swenson family event.
We paddled into the wind across the lake and then drifted sideways back to the cabin, using the side of the canoe as a sail. We watched a loon and heard its call, and we dawdled in the water lilies. Levi was so absorbed with the water and the lilies that he nearly fell overboard. When we got back near the cabin, we could see "Mom" on top of the hill watching our return. Of course, then we nearly capsized.
Levi tried to climb onto the big yellow swimming raft from the canoe. He wasn't quite making it so I gave him a boost -- which had opposite the desired effect. It pushed the canoe away from the raft, leaving him suspended in thin air. Dropping the paddle, I hoisted him up -- which pushed the side of the canoe down. But it righted easily before we took much water. After retrieving the paddle, we went to shore where "Mom" was now waiting.
Update -- keeping cool
We are enjoying our busy summer. Jordan will be four in August and Tyler just turned two in May. We also recently learned that our third child will be arriving in late February. We are very excited. Jordan is also very excited; she has told us that she either wants a little brother or a puppy. I guess we'll have to wait and see. Jordan will be starting preschool this fall, as well as continuing her ballet classes. Tyler will also be joining a play group this fall when Jordan starts school.
I would like to introduce you to Lois Dake. A good number of you reading this have probably known my Grandma Dake longer than I have known her. However, for those who haven't had the delight of meeting her, I wanted to introduce you to her properly. Lois is a friendly and fun woman who has centered her whole life around God and her family.
Lois Elaine Gandy was born on January 20, 1924, to Coy and Burah Gandy in Waco, Texas. She has one sibling, her younger sister Coy Nell, who now lives in Houston. Lois attended school in Abilene, Texas, from 1929 until she graduated in the early 40's. She worked for a short time as a secretary and bookkeeper. However, most of her life has been spent taking care of her family and home.
Lois met William (Bill) Everett Dake in Abilene in 1942, while he was stationed at Camp Barkeley. Her father, Coy, would take a stock trailer to pick up the soldiers for meeting every Sunday morning and Bill was one of those soldiers. They were married on May 1, 1943, at Lois's parents' home in Abilene. Bill was eventually shipped out to England, in September of 1943, to serve in World War II. When he returned home, in December of 1945, they settled in Cokato, Minnesota.
Their first daughter, Carol Elaine, was born in 1946, with William Stanley following in 1949. In the early 50's, Lois and Bill moved to Abilene, Texas, and then onto a farm in Valley Mills, Texas. Kathleen June was born in 1954, James Thomas in 1957 and Patricia Sue in 1965. Lois stayed busy taking care of their children and helping Bill run a feed store in Valley Mills. Also, they raised hogs, horses, cattle, goats, sheep and chickens on their farm. At one point, they had over 1,000 chickens! Lois enjoyed their busy life on the farm.
However, in 1964 Bill was diagnosed with cancer and he passed away in 1966, after a long battle with his illness. This left Lois with four children still at home while Carol was away at nursing school. Lois stayed on the farm for two more years; then she moved to Waco with the three youngest children. Lois still lives in that same house today, on Catalina Drive in Waco.
In the late 70's, James's oldest son, William Earl (Willie) Dake, came to live with Lois and Patricia. Lois took care of her grandson Willie until he graduated from high school in 1994. By the time Willie graduated, Lois had plenty of great-grandkids to keep her busy, too.
Lois continues to spend a lot of her time with her family. She has five grown kids, 16 grandkids, and 20 great-grandkids. And she rarely misses a birthday or important detail about each one! One of her regrets is that Bill didn't get to meet all the grandchildren, as she knows he would have enjoyed them so much. She loved to travel, when she was able, and she still loves a good visit. With Lois, it's always "the more, the merrier," and she loves when the whole family comes to her house.
She's still a great cook and makes the best pies, cakes, and cookies. She is full of humor and good advice. She enjoys a good laugh and finds simple joy in her family. She used to like to play the piano as Bill would play his guitar. Now she likes to read a good book quietly in her room. She also still has Sunday morning meeting in her home.
I don't think that Grandma has ever met a stranger and she'll talk to anyone as if she'd known them for years. She makes her family feel loved and she makes friends feel like family. That's the kind of lady she is. I just hope that someday someone will tell me that I remind them of my Grandma Lois Dake. That would be a compliment, indeed!
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Ashby Appreciation Days
What a beautiful day for Ashby's Appreciation days! For the parade, Ben offered Jayce a ride in the big sprayer. Jayce's friend Darren Shores got to go along and, needless to say, it was a BIG hit with the boys.
A Glorious Summer Day At The Lake
Lori, Shawn and McKenna enjoyed a week at their lake home. With temperatures in the high 80's, it proved to be a great time at the lake! Caity, Jayce and I picked up Amy Ostendorf and headed out to join them for an afternoon.
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?
The three Dake Girls: Gert., Dorothy and Blanche and their friend! She is familiar but I can't come up with a name and I know I'll be embarrassed when we find out! Thanks, and more later.
Hi, since I'm anxious to see the mystery photo, I scan The Bulletin early. This one is of Gertie Dake, Dorothy Dake, and, I'm quite sure, Joy Hanson, and, of course, Blanche Dake.
Thanks, also, to Tom for making it clear where Mabel came in; it was always a mystery to me. Lenore and Henry were married in June 1937, so my mom (Phoebe) had 4+ years of heavy responsibility before she and my dad were married in October 1941. That would have been quite a load for someone just 16 years old. Is it any wonder why she and her brothers were always close?
I did start another letter but somewhere it got lost; in it, I said it was Pauline Hanson, with you Dake sisters. In thinking of it, Pauline might have been too young, but at any rate, it's not hard to recognize that "Hanson" smile, whoever it was.
What a cute picture! I think I know three of them; from left: Gert, Dorothy, and Aunty Blanche.
I immediately gave up on the GUESS picture. I see Dorothy for sure, and I wonder if the younger one would be Gertie? The two on the right must be someone I would know, and when I hear who it is I will be surprised -- maybe.
Betty Weiland Droel
My guess on those ambitious young girls is that Gert is on the left and then around we find sister Dorothy and now the next one is a question. I will guess Vonnie Dake, but then again maybe not -- well, the last one is sister Blanche. Amy Dake must have decided the garden needed picking, so she sent out her three girls and their overnight friend!
Greetings from sun-splashed south Florida. (We are getting our daily afternoon thunder shower!)
The photo is Aunt Gert, Aunt Dorothy, ??, and Mom (Blanche Dake). It looks like you are either shelling peas or snapping beans on the front porch at Grandma and Grandpa Dake's house. I sure do get a kick out of these old photos!
As many have guessed, the girls on the porch are, indeed, the Dake sisters and their friend Joy Hanson. As to what we were doing, I am almost certain we were shucking peas.
My mom was one of the best gardeners I have seen ... and I have seen a few in the German community of Great Bend, North Dakota, that I might say were as gifted as she. She raised a huge garden, "enough to feed an army." And that is what we were, really, an "army" of hungry kids and their busy father, who sometimes skipped dinner, but never supper. To keep everyone well fed, there had to be lots of delicious food -- and that is what our mom provided.
This is how that day the picture was taken would have gone: Mom, with my sister Blanche, would have picked the peas. Mom did not trust just anyone to pick, as it is waste to pick them too small or too large -- and hard to tell. They brought the peas in the shells to the porch, where it was cool and away from the flies. They came by pailfuls (my mother bought the seed in bulk).
We always were glad to have someone to visit with and may have invited Joy to come when the peas were ready. Then we shucked peas ... and shucked peas ... and that is when we needed someone to talk to.
My mother expected to put up many quarts of that delicious vegetable. She did the canning in a huge, old fashioned, pressure cooker ... and we enjoyed many quarts of home canned produce -- without fear of botulism. Lots of work, but also lots of good eating.
Dorothy Dake Anderson
"My Pals" -- the dog, in The Bulletin 265 mystery picture of my cousin Genelle, was my dog. The dog's name was Pal, and Genelle was my pal. Genelle and Pal were standing against the north side of our farmhouse near Lester Prairie. I took the picture with a light-green, plastic box-camera that had a little red window in the back where the numbers showed as you rolled the film with a knob.
My family moved to The Cities not too long after that. We took Pal with us. Like me, Pal didn't adjust well to city life, so we delivered her out to Genelle's house. There were already several dogs out there.
Pal wandered over to Ervin Wrobbel's. After returning her several times, Ervin took her graciously under his wing. (Was there something then about my cousin Jim having to shoot her? Did she kill some chickens? I have contradictory memories about that.)
But I do remember that the girl in the picture was a very special friend; she was, in my estimation, the perfect girl.
I have been behind in reading The Bulletin, but when I came across the picture of the girl with the dog in Bulletin 265, I was sure it was my daughter, Genelle, but I knew the dog didn't belong to my family. So I called Genelle and she said she felt it was Larry's dog. And she knew what day of the week the picture was taken. She felt that she was at Larry's house near Lester Prairie and that it was Sunday, because she had a dress on.
Gert Dake Pettit
Where In The World Is Weston? S
A Bodacious Baseball Plan
Earlier this month, I took a vacation that brought me from Minneapolis to New York, back to Minneapolis (for a couple of hours) to San Francisco, and finally, back to Minneapolis for good. Over an eight day period, I met a new friend, watched a lot of baseball and even helped raise money for a good cause.
I did not originally envision a coast-to-coast vacation. It all began last year when the New York Yankees announced plans to replace Yankee Stadium with a sparkling new ballpark located across the street. The 2008 season, they said, would be their last in the old Stadium. I have always wanted to see a game at Yankee Stadium, so I made up my mind that I would take a trip to New York sometime in the next couple of years to fulfill that wish.
This past winter, the Twins announced their 2007 schedule. It didn't take me long to notice that the Twins would be playing a four-game series at Yankee Stadium during the first week in July, including a game on the 4th. It took even less time for the wheels to begin turning in my head, formulating a plan to attend a game during that series.
I talked to a few of my friends about my idea, including Jim, who never passes up a chance for a baseball trip. "Yeah, I'll go!" he said, "I even have a friend who lives out there. We could stay with her!"
Now the idea was progressing into a full-fledged plan. We would spend the week in New York, see a Twins/Yankees game or four, and spend the rest of our stay seeing the other sights of the City. We would stay with Jim’s friend Sindy, saving us from paying New York hotel prices.
When Sindy got wind of our plan to come out for a visit, she added another activity to our agenda. She had heard about Coni's story through Jim and was very touched by it, partially due to a history of cancer among her family and close friends. She decided that she would like to organize a benefit to raise money for TGen, the organization that is researching cures for ACC, the type of cancer Coni had.
We eventually settled on the evening of July 5th as the date of the benefit. Now the plan was set. Fly to New York on the 3rd, attend the Twins game on the 4th, throw a benefit on the 5th, and spend the rest of the weekend sightseeing. It was almost too perfect. Literally, as it turned out.
Early in the planning process, Jim found out that he would have to spend the weekend after the Fourth attending a training session as part of his National Guard commitment, and therefore would not be able to make the trip. Now I had two options: go to New York and stay with someone I had never met, or scrap the idea altogether. I decided that the chance to see a Twins/Yankees game in Yankee Stadium on the Fourth of July, and to raise money for the charity that is most important to me was too good to pass up.
After I had made the decision to push ahead with the New York trip, I had several e-mail and phone conversations with Sindy to hash out the details of the benefit. In time, we got to know each other fairly well, so I didn't feel as though I would be intruding on a total stranger.
Then one day, Sindy extended an invitation that transformed my vacation from a simple trip to New York to the cross country odyssey it eventually became. She had received the opportunity to buy tickets to the baseball All Star Game, which was to be held in San Francisco on Tuesday, July 10th, and invited me to use her extra ticket.
I spent a moment debating whether I could take that much time off work in the middle of a busy summer. I even went so far as to send an e-mail to my brother Wyatt, in which I told him of Sindy's offer and my reluctance to accept it. I believe his response was something along the lines of, "If you don't go, I will drive down there and punch you in the face."
I understood the point he conveyed so subtly: it would be absolutely insane to pass up tickets to the All Star Game. I would find a way to make it work.
To be continued...
Greetings from the Netherlands
A Visit to Spain
We stay there with us three (Marloes, Rian and me).
Now we have rain and rain here in the Netherlands. Take care and have a nice day.
Your friends in Holland,
Frans de Been
$ A Long Time Ago !
My Incredible Journey To Alaska
One of the things that surprised me was the type of dogs we saw in Alaska. I expected to see mostly the sled dog type and I think we were there a whole week or more before we saw one that even looked like a sled dog -- and that one was riding in the back of a pickup. We saw every kind of hybrid or crossbreed dog imaginable, most of which would look right at home running up the streets in Ashby.
The same went for people, a large percentage of which had varying shades of darker skin. I said if I were the one taking the pictures, I would have taken some pictures of the odd looking hybrid dogs and the good looking girls instead of wasting so much film on endless pictures of mountains, clouds, scenery and flowers.
Kathy and Jerri wanted to get back to Anchorage to go on a field trip up in the mountains with a class in wild plants that Jerri was taking, so we drove back the 225 miles from Homer to Anchorage that night, getting there about 2 a.m. Too bad to miss all that scenery at night, but we had seen it all on the way down there and it was beautiful night driving weather, except for some fog the first 50 miles.
Tuesday night we reluctantly boarded the plane again at 12:30 a.m. and stopped off for two hours to change planes at sunrise in Seattle. We were met in Minneapolis by Kathy's husband, Argyle Anderson, at 1:30 p.m. Wednesday, the 20th of September.
I had a perfect trip with someone else to do all my thinking and worrying, even what to eat and where to sleep. Kathy and Jerri were perfect Tour Leaders.
We were warmly welcomed home by Wyatt and Weston, the two little grandsons, but I think they were a little disappointed when the flow of postcards from Alaska stopped.
I had commented in Alaska that there was nothing but scenery to look at, and it would almost be nice to look at something plain for a change, but I must admit that what I considered scenery before really did look plain when we got back here.
Camp life and camp cooking aren't especially my line, and especially under adverse conditions. When the dishes are washed with paper towels and everything available is put into one pot and heated on a little Primus stove, it might be a balanced ration of health food, and I survived all those hardships, but it was good to get home where I could order just what I wanted again and Twila would be the caterer.
Photo Editor's Note: Dad enjoyed his Alaska trip so much that he came back for three weeks with Mom the next year and toured mostly different places, doing mostly different things. He wrote a longer, yet equally entertaining, account without repeating himself. Perhaps, when things slow down in the Travelogue department, I will illustrate it and serialize it here. In the meantime, if you want to read it as text only, it is here:
Celebrations & Observances
This Week's Birthdays
This Week's Anniversaries
Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Thanks so much for remembering our anniversary. We are so busy, it nearly escaped us! We did go to dinner alone at our favorite restaurant on Sunday -- that was the extent of the celebration. We are going on a family (kids and grandkids) vacation to Lake Shasta soon. There will be plenty of pictures and I'll send one then.
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?
The article on our family (Bulletin 264) was so good -- you both got it together perfectly.
I want to write a bit about our journey but I didn't get it done yet and you'd probably want to just save it for whenever. I think you call that "evergreen."
I have pictures of Ken's granddaughter and her family -- for some reason, we didn't get pictures in Montana or North Dakota -- just never worked out. Only got one in Nebraska, of my niece and hubby -- guess I could send that. I don't want to overwhelm you with MY things.
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
There is no comparison between the beautiful, breathtaking photography on the screen and on the printed page, even with using photo paper. I was so impressed with the choice of the first picture this time being the pure, simple beauty of a common daisy. The insect fulfilling its purpose in life, going from flower to flower, so the indescribable story of nature can continue on and on and on. The daisy was so sharp and colorful that I just had to sit and stare at it, amazed.
Then the next chapter in the lives of Kurt and Jeni. First the beautiful wedding, and then along comes dear little Madi, and now comes the home of their own. Can't you just imagine the excitement and anticipation of fixing it up the way they want it as HOME, SWEET HOME? What a story, and it will continue to unfold in time, and hopefully be shared with The Bulletin.
No words could convey the thoughts as we saw the floral remembrance of Coni, and then the update Weston wrote to The Bulletin of his strength and positive attitude toward the future. We know the past will always be a precious memory, but the present can be occupied with getting on with life in all its avenues in so many directions. To look back from the future will be shocking to see how all has gradually fallen into place for good and prosperity and renewed happiness. I don't know of anyone who isn't wishing Weston the best in his endeavors.
What a touching story about Bec and Caity meeting, and the likeness there is, even with the difference in ages. That experience doesn't happen often, but it turned out to be a dream come true. I see in the camping picture the lake at Ashby in the background. It will be easy to want to plan another visit soon.
So, The Bulletin will be completed a little earlier next time. Anything to make it easier for our Editors is just fine with all of us, I'm sure. What would we do without our Editor and Photo Editor? With it coming weekly, it requires a lot of time and attention. The photography workshop will be a benefit to us all as Jerrianne learns even more ways to enhance her already very excellent work and expertise on The Bulletin production.
I'm sure there was some extra fancy photo work by Bitzi on the Travelogue pictures. The Wilderness Drive is so green, green, but so beautiful. Our northern Minnesota is truly full of nature's handiwork, everywhere you look.
When I got to the Alaska Wild Berry store picture, I thought it must be some old shack, but then I see it really was a real store. Wouldn't you just love to step inside and look around at all the things you'd never find in Minnesota? I was so glad to see the "Incredible Journey" story is to be continued. For some reason, it is so captivating to me to see the pictures and read that story. I think it's because Donald was telling about having made an Alaska trip, but none of these details.
I just can't imagine how short The Bulletin seems, and here I was already on page 16 out of 30 pages (on my printer), and felt like I hardly got a start to read it.
Miss Hetty's mailbox was next, with the picture of the young looking Tom and Mavis, although they tell us they had a 50th anniversary.
The black and white picture of Kim and friends made you think it was an old one, but there was Jamie, the way she looked when I saw her last Wednesday, and what a happy, fun bunch to make a trip with! That was a memory making trip. Gina Henderson didn't look just right without her handsome husband beside her. I should know Julie Hansen -- maybe I know her grandparents best.
Mavis, I have tried so hard to grow a clematis, but it dies before it gets beyond the skinny little stem stage. So, yours was very beautiful. Roy's wife, Edith, had many, many violets. They seemed to thrive for her, but we don't even have one of them left. Little by little, over these 14 years, they have all withered away.
I always read the Letters to the Editors word for word. The one from Donna Richards was so interesting, and she helped me by mentioning the links for more of Weston's cleverly written stories being so readily available.
Then the CHUCKLES really was chuckle worthy. Dear Blanche. I could believe that one on the right front in the GUESS picture was Blanche now that I see this picture of her as a young person.
Thanks again for another totally different Bulletin. How is it that every single week they are so full and interesting and yet so different? Just hope we can continue to provide our Editors with something to publish.
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