Sunday, August 5, 2007
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Update -- Morgan family annual lake retreat
Tom and Mavis Morgan and family gathered at a friend's home on Leech Lake near Walker, Minnesota, on July 26-29 for their annual family get-together. All 19 family members were able to participate this year.
Mavis made a German chocolate cake for the birthday celebration for Tom, Tim, Marlee and Ty. One of Ty's gifts was a knee board, and he had the excitement of using it for the first time.
The lake was beautiful and calm, which made for great boating, tubing, skiing, kneeboarding and wakeboarding. There was time for lots of other activities, too: the runners ran, the walkers walked, the readers read (either in the shade of the porch or in the radiant sunshine), the swimmers swam, the nappers napped and the cooks cooked. Each evening, the sky was filled with beautiful yellows, oranges and pinks as the sun set.
Zach had been in Norway with his Myron grandparents and two cousins for three weeks and returned from there Thursday. He presented photos, video and stories of their adventures. One evening was spent at the campfire roasting marshmallows, making s'mores, singing and talking. All the kids had a great time playing Apples to Apples, a game Ty received as a gift, and Mavis whipped her daughters at Scrabble.
This year's gathering was special with one newlywed couple (Jeff and Jessica) and one couple two weeks away from their wedding day (Ryan and Jessica).
Update -- new home for Jessy and Chris
Here are the pictures of our new home. We moved in on June 22nd. It is a townhouse that was built this year. Three levels, three bedrooms, three bathrooms, 1,700 square feet.
We love our house! I didn't think there was any way that we could fill all of the cabinets in the kitchen, but we sure found a way.
Click here to see Chris's photo album of their new home. (Just click on "View Pictures.")
Update -- full house for growing family
This has been a week of realizations for me. A few things have happened that have made me realize how fast our family is growing and spreading its wings.
I've realized how close our girls are. Earlier this week, we put up the bunk beds in Rylie's room downstairs, and moved Brooklynn down. Brooklynn's now in the bottom bunk, and Rylie's in the top. It's an odd feeling having the girls both downstairs now. They both think it's the greatest thing ever! Rylie even asked if she could sleep in the bottom bed with Brooklynn sometimes. The upstairs bedroom's now ready for the baby again. Our house is really starting to feel full, even though the baby isn't here yet!
I've realized how big Rylie's getting, and how fast it's happening. She had her first sleepover at a friend's house last night. She has a friend, Octavia, from her day care, who's also in her class at Sunday School and will be starting Kindergarten with her this fall. Octavia's mom called yesterday, wondering if Rylie wanted to come and play for the afternoon, which, of course, she did. She ended up playing for the afternoon, going to Octavia's Tae-kwon-do class, going out for supper, then swimming in Octavia's pool.
They stopped by to get jammies, swimming suit and clothes after supper, and it was like two little tornadoes hit the house. They ran in giggling, played with a couple of toys, grabbed some stuff, then took off again. It's incredible how much fun they have together. She slept over last night and is staying most of the day today.
Getting back to the realization that our girls are close, Brooklynn COMPLETELY misses Rylie. All evening yesterday, she kept asking where Rylie was. We'd say "She's at Octavia's house," then she'd say something like, "Yeah, Rylie's at 'tavia's house."
This morning, as I was getting ready for work, Brooklynn woke up and came up from downstairs, grabbed a picture of herself and Rylie, showed it to me, and said, "Daddy, that's Brooklynn, and that's Rylie!"
Rylie's going to stay at Octavia's all day today, so Jolene and Brooklynn are coming to meet me for lunch at the King House (Chinese buffet). It's crazy, it doesn't seem like that long ago it was just Jolene, Rylie, and me meeting for lunch. Come to think of it, it doesn't seem like that long ago it was just Jolene and me meeting for lunch!
I've realized that WE'RE HAVING A BABY! Jolene had a couple of contractions Thursday morning, which kind of woke us up. We've been so busy with work, projects at home, etc., we hadn't really thought too much about the actual baby, but now we're all very excited and ready to meet the little squirt anytime! Even though her due date is about four weeks away, we know it could happen any time.
This will almost certainly be the last one for us, so we're going to try to remember to enjoy every part of it. OK, so maybe we won't enjoy the toxic diapers, but they're really not that bad, are they?
Update -- hanging out with my cousin McKenna
I am staying with Lori, Shawn and McKenna all week. I am having fun holding and playing with McKenna. I sent you a picture of me holding her. I also met two friends; their names are Madi and Ashley. They are very nice.
Day to Day R
Beaver, Jayce and I headed to Glenwood last weekend to attend their 52nd annual Waterama. It was a perfect day, hot enough for Jayce to enjoy swimming, but enough breeze for all of us to enjoy the parade and just enjoy our surroundings.
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?
L-R: Lois Gandy Dake, Gertie Dake, Blanche Dake Miller, Bill Dake, Rose Noonan, Henrietta Schildt, Mom (Phoebe Miller Huisman), me in front (Glenda Huisman Baker), LeRoy Dake, Grandpa Bill Miller, Tom Miller, Lenore Miller Pfingsten, with Anita Pfingsten in front, Amy Dake, Grandma Olive Miller, Wm. Dake, Dick Miller, Aunt Josephine Bredeson, Uncle George Bredeson, Dad (George Huisman) in back, Henry Pfingsten holding Walter Pfingsten and Arlin Pfingsten in front.
It wasn't hard for me to identify everyone in the photo of the Dake/Miller families and "extensions," including workers Rose Noonan and Henrietta Schildt, also Uncle George and Aunt Josephine Bredeson. Judging from the size of Walter P. in Henry's arms, and me with Mom holding my hands, I'm guessing the picture was taken summer of 1946. But where, and who took it? Where was Jim Miller, or was he the photographer? He and Blanche were already married.
Glenda (Huisman) Baker
Editor's Note: I had also come to the conclusion that the picture was taken on a 1946 summer day. I based that on the fact that Lois is obviously pregnant and it would be with Carol. That is the summer I spent in the Annex of Fort Snelling, part of the polio epidemic overflow from the Sister Kenney Hospital ... and you will notice I was not with the group either. --Dorothy Dake Anderson.
What a photo! Aunt Lois, Aunt Gert, Mom (Blanche), Uncle Bill, two sister workers, with Henrietta Schildt in the back, Aunt Phoebe with Glenda, Uncle LeRoy, Grandpa Miller, Uncle Tom, Aunt Lenore with Anita, Grandma Dake, Grandma Miller, Grandpa Dake, Uncle Dick, Joy Hanson (guess!), Iver Hanson (guess!), Uncle George and Uncle Henry holding Walter with Arlin in front.
WOW! All four of my grandparents, about half of my aunts and uncles, and a start of my cousins! The only family members missing are Uncle John, Uncle Robert, and Dad (Jim) from the Millers and Aunt Dorothy from the Dakes. Not knowing the date the photo was taken, my guess is Dad had gone to the Army. The others were probably away from home working or going to school.
The background doesn’t look right for Grandma and Grandpa Dake's, especially since there appears to be a lake or pond behind Uncle Henry. That would probably make it Grandpa and Grandma Miller's place on Lake Washington, probably the 4th of July, since we Millers have historically been big on celebrating that holiday!
I remember that Uncle Henry and Aunt Lenore farmed in southern Minnesota (near Fulda, I believe) for some time and then moved to near Hutchinson before ending up at Grove City, so this was probably a family get together for them to be there.
Thank you for running it!
Good picture of the Dakes and the Millers, along with some of the in-laws. Nice to see my Aunt Josephine and Uncle George. I don't think I have any pictures of them. Thanks.
Once again, I needed my magnifying glass and a good light and lots of time to meet the challenge of the GUESS picture. I do know a few of them. I see Rose Noonan and Henrietta Schildt right off the bat. I hope someone will name them in the next Bulletin, as it is a very interesting old picture. The Millers, the Huismans, the Pfingstens and the Dakes and more.
Betty Weiland Droel
Hi. I’m back, with a little story to tell. This relates an experience I had while working on a sheep ranch in the high desert of Eastern Oregon. This was in the fall, before lambing started. Jackson was the son of the ranch manager. This story fits between "No Problem!" in Bulletin 188, and "Feeding the Sheep" in Bulletin 189.
Cow Camp Canyon
Six miles from sheep headquarters was a cabin and a few corrals. A flowing well filled a large stock tank there. The place was called Cow Camp. Jackson told me that upstream from the Cow Camp was a big rock covered with ancient Indian hieroglyphs. He said there was also a cave where many Indian artifacts had been found.
One quiet evening I decided to take my pup, Checker, and scout out the area. We followed the dry creek bed across the plain and up to the base of the mountain ridge that towers over Cow Camp. The rock, with hieroglyphs, was right where Jackson had said it would be; mysterious figures and designs were chipped into it -- strange animals, manlike creatures, and what appeared to be measurements of time or distance represented by arcs of planetary dots.
Near the road, several miles from these images, was another work of art chipped into a rock. A few simple lines etched by that artist brought to life the compelling image of a smiling, Scandinavian blonde -- shapely, and ready to romp. Contemporary art work, I presume.
I studied the hieroglyphs before me. Why did the art of the ancients appear so different? Why were their figures so otherworldly? Where was Pocahontas? I headed up the canyon to look in the cave.
Checker disappeared into tumbled boulders around a bend. I climbed over dead-falls and wound around rocks the size of wigwams. The canyon walls got higher and higher as the canyon got narrower and narrower. It was getting eerie in the falling dusk. A barely perceptible breath of cool air brushed my cheek. I called for Checker.
My call echoed off the canyon walls. I hiked farther and farther, calling and whistling. I wasn't finding the cave, and I wasn't finding Checker.
Darkness arrived early in the canyon and I began to think about cats. Big cats. Reluctantly, I turned back without my pup. I started picking my way down toward the open plain. I called repeatedly for him, all the while checking the angular rock ledges for the sinewy, dark form of a mountain lion. When I walked out of the canyon, I left the darkness behind; it was still dusk on the plain. Reaching my truck at the Cow Camp, I honked the horn and whistled and called, and called some more.
"CHE-E-CKER-R-R! CO-OME, CHE-E-CKER-R-R!"
Aside from my calls, everything was silent: as silent as only the desert can be. The lingering light of the sun gradually disappeared from the western horizon and the stars began to blink on. Impatient and disappointed, I started the engine and began the six-mile drive home.
Abandoning Checker to the creatures of the night, as I was, I wondered if I'd ever see him again. Maybe he'd gotten lost, or caught in a trap. Perhaps he'd fallen into the cave or been eaten by the lion. Or both.
I'd find out from Jackson exactly where the cave was and go back up in the morning to look for him. I hurried down the rough trail. It was late. Sherry would be worried.
When I drove into the yard, Checker was lying on our doorstep -- looking a bit sheepish. In Border Collie fashion, he appeared to be wondering: What took you so long?
I'll never know why he hightailed it out of the canyon. Maybe he saw a mountain lion, or the ghost of an Indian maiden.
Where In The World Is Weston? S
I left work early on Tuesday, July 3rd, arriving at the airport in plenty of time to catch my 7 o'clock flight. After eating dinner and killing some time at the airport, I finally boarded the plane to begin my long-awaited trip.
By the time the plane reached the skies over Cleveland, night had fallen over the Great Lakes. From my window seat, I could see the lights of the city bordering the blackness of Lake Erie. Then, as the plane crossed back over the land, I began to notice glimpses of light scattered across the dark landscape. Like shooting stars, they burst into view, perceived only by the corners of my eyes, and were gone before I could focus on their source. It took a moment to realize I was seeing fireworks from 30,000 feet above.
Most appeared as tiny, singular flashes of light, perhaps the product of backyard fireworks displays. Sometimes, I could make out the distinct round shape of the type of fireworks presented at larger shows. From the ground, they must have appeared as giant, brilliant bursts of light, accompanied by a resounding boom. But from my vantage point, they were silent, appearing in miniature against the vast darkness of the earth. I imagined this is what it would look like if ants invented fireworks.
By the time the plane began its descent into New York City, the fireworks displays had begun to flame out as the hour became later. However, our pilot decided to continue the entertainment with a whole different type of light show. We approached the southern end of Manhattan, then veered north, following the Hudson River up the west side of Manhattan. From my seat on the right side of the plane, I was treated to an aerial tour of the city. The first recognizable landmark was the site of the former World Trade Center, now appearing strangely sterile, a cleaned-out hole in the ground, with no rebuilding yet taking place.
The plane continued up the river until the Chrysler Building, the Empire State Building and the city's countless other skyscrapers came into view. Despite the late hour, each was still resplendent in light, with the Empire State Building's familiar summit awash in red, white and blue for the holiday.
Next, the darkness of Central Park gave way to the lights of the Bronx, and suddenly, there it was: Yankee Stadium, a diamond shimmering brightly in the night, its broad banks of lights still flooding the field on which the first Twins/ Yankees game of the series had just been completed. "See you tomorrow!" I thought as the plane hung a right toward the LaGuardia runway.
Soon I was on the ground, making my way to the baggage claim. I called Sindy to notify her of my arrival, then located my bags on the carousel. At this point it occurred to me that I now had to find someone I had never seen before, even in a picture. For that matter, Sindy had never met me either, although she had seen my picture on Coni's Caring Bridge web site.
I began wandering around, trying to appear lost, while looking for a girl who seemed to be looking for someone she did not know. My tactic worked, as soon I was approached by a diminutive Asian woman with a glimmer of recognition in her eye. "Weston?" she asked. "Yep," I replied, "and you must be Sindy."
To be continued...
Six Swensons Tour Switzerland -- On Foot
Switzerland was our destination for two weeks of hiking and backpacking at the end of June. Sheldon, Aunika and I met Kjirsten, Shane, Jayna and her brother David in Zurich. From there we took trains to the Jungfrau, Grindewald and Zermatt areas. All of the trains, gondolas, funiculars (cable railways) and cog wheel trains were clean and on time. The engineering is very impressive everywhere -- even the escalators in the airport were smooth and very quiet.
The Swiss really have this walking experience figured out. We didn't have to carry a tent, sleeping bag or stove, and had a hot dinner cooked by someone else every night! We stayed in a variety of hostels and mountain huts -- sometimes with all seven of us in one room, or budget hotels with a miniature Toblerone chocolate on the pillow. Every place was spotless.
It was "Sound of Music" beautiful with zillions of wildflowers, spectacular mountains and cows, sheep and goats with bells which make a pleasant sound as the animals graze. We also saw the oddest looking sheep with black faces with wool so thick their eyes were not visible, little black ears and curly horns -- they looked like they were designed by a committee!
Breakfast was usually included -- coffee, tea or hot chocolate (a pitcher of steaming milk and ground sweet chocolate to melt in the milk), bread, cheese, jelly and occasionally cereal, yogurt and fruit. We carried our lunch every day -- bread, cheese, jelly, Nutella, apples and raw vegetables, including red and yellow peppers or carrots, asparagus or sugar snap peas. Dinner was always great -- we tried regional specialties including rösti and cheese fondue. Snacks included several brands of Swiss chocolate bars.
You can read more about our trip at Jayna and Shane's blog (a fun read!):
The Switzerland portion is in the June archives and, because it's written as a web log, the earlier information is at the bottom of the page and the latest news is at the top.
There are lots more photos posted in THREE new picture albums here:
Photo © Sheldon & Mitzi Swenson
Jayna & Shane Swenson
Celebrations & Observances
This Week's Birthdays
This Week's Anniversaries
More August Birthdays
More August Anniversaries
Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Thanks much for the birthday and anniversary wishes! We're having a busy summer with work and play, family and friends, celebrations and reunions.
Larry and Sherry Dake
Several weeks ago Steve and Marci Weiland went to a bed and breakfast for their anniversary. We took care of their girls, Shalana and Krista. When Steve and Marci came home he wrote to this place and voiced his disappointment. He said they had made the reservation in hopes that they could have an enjoyable time at their place. But upon leaving, he found the host flirting with his wife. He said, "I have the picture to prove it!"
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?
Thanks for the summery addition of The Bulletin ... makes you feel like you've been away without leaving home!
The first picture with the white water lily reminded me of the annual "explore Minnesota" day trip my night nurse pals and I had in July. This year we walked through the woods behind St. John's Abby by St. Cloud. It is a beautiful trail through the woods around a pond which had a lot of lily pads in bloom -- white and yellow ones.
I always enjoy Donna's pictures as I know the people. Looks like they are having a great time at Lori's lake place.
And I love hearing about the foreign travels, always -- so very fun to see the trip to Spain that Frans and his family enjoyed.
Thanks to everyone for sharing and the dedicated staff who pull it all together so we know we always have fun news and happenings to read on Saturday mornings.
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
I knew there had to be some reason why that picture was chosen for the first picture of our Bulletin this week ... but I was puzzled as to the chomped lily pads being featured. Then I turned the page (scrolled down), and there I saw Mr. Levi was the reason, and well so. How awesome it was to see him so infatuated with the ONE pure white, beautiful lily amidst all the floating pads. The lovely white lily was so impressive against that backdrop of something so common.
Levi looks really safe, with his life jacket that would have kept him afloat in any storm. Don't dare risk a chance on Levi going over the edge, especially of a tippy canoe.
Now, I have something to present for a vote. In seeing more and more of Levi, it brings back memories of another little boy who was almost a carbon copy of Levi: his Great Uncle Don. "Donny" Swenson was just seven years old when I first knew him, and with not pronouncing his "R's," he was about the cutest and funniest little fellow. Here are two pictures. Now, you can let me know what you think.
Donny painted a number seven for his age on a post in Grandpa Swenson's basement. I wonder if that is still there? I wonder if he still does dishes standing on a stool?
The best part of the story about Levi and the canoe is that we finally had one written by LTD. We were pretty happy for that, Larry!
So, Jordan will be starting pre-school. I can hardly believe it. Not too many Bulletins ago (it seems like), we were seeing Jordan as a baby. It was good to have an Update from the Indermarks again. Hopefully, we can hear about Jordan's first day of school and how Mommy must be feeling about now? Your update doesn't have to be very long, but just so we can keep abreast of the changes as the children grow.
Another one we haven't heard from, and I keep watching for, is Sully, and then those ladies who were starting a candle business down in the south there. Also, Miss Kitty.
That very interesting Update on Lois Dake was impressive and sounded like it was written by a heart of love for a dear grandmother. Thank you for the picture of the family. I doubt I ever met Lois, but I know I would have liked to have a good visit. We compared her wedding picture from a former Bulletin with this one, and she has grown older gracefully and beautifully.
I can't imagine any parade in the heat like we have been having with fully uniformed men. But Beaver must have lived through it. Ashby has several special days, it seems. Actually, the big sprayer looks like a giant mosquito.
Hey! Careful there, Jayce -- looks like you need a couple more boys to even out the load. McKenna is looking like a pretty sweet little baby, totally comfortable in cousin Caity's care. Thanks, Donna Mae, for having your camera ever ready.
How happy Larry must have been to see the GUESS picture of his dog and his cousin! He remembered the color of the camera and more about the picture he had taken himself. Then for Genelle to even remember the day of the week it was taken and where. When you put that picture in, Editors, you didn't know the treasure it would be.
The Travelogue was full of reading between the lines, I think. We will have to watch the subsequent chapters of that story. I had to laugh that it took a whole minute debating whether or not to include the San Francisco trip. And they lived happily ever after as all things worked out, like watching a rose opening on its own. For some reason I always like the three words at the end being "to be continued."
Nice little visit to Spain, too, and thanks for sharing the pictures and the links to the Internet. Pretty little Marloes enjoying her free days of youth with her youthful appearing mom and dad, Rian and Frans.
Well, sometime it HAD to end, as did the "Incredible Journey to Alaska." What a beautiful picture of the moonrise over the bay and spit! Alaska is so breathtaking, everywhere you look. I doubt you would ever tire of just looking and looking.
Oh, please, Jerrianne, our Photo Editor, do include the later tour he took with Twila. We can read it on the Internet, but it needs to be shared in the Travelogue.
That is such a sweet special picture of little Kira Lynn and Great Grandpa LeRoy. Can you match that broad, happy smile on his face? She was equally as enthralled, and for sure is looking like Levi already.
Nobody could look at the Chuckles without chuckling. The "Leaning Tower of Pisa" cake looks like a disaster about to happen. Perfect color match to the dress, I see. McDouglas, you did it again!
"Summer afternoon" would have been the most beautiful words in the English language if it weren't as hot and dry as it has been here in Minneapolis. The grasshoppers threaten another drought, but we hope we are wrong. Almost two weeks now of near 90 degree weather. Strange to see the river so low.
We loved The Bulletin again, and we can hardly wait for it to arrive as Saturday morning finally gets here. It truly is amazing that it is always new and different, capturing our whole attention every single week. I suppose it's because it's about real people we know and love and are watching in all stages of their lives. Whatever, we do thank you again, who you are that do all the work on it.
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