Sunday, September 30, 2007
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Photo Editor's Note: Robert Grover, a dentist, put together a slide show with music of a Sandhill Crane family in Florida. Click on the link below and then click on "start slide show." It will take some time to load but it's worth the wait. (Thanks to Betty Droel for sending the link.)
Family Update -- the Robersons
It's been awhile since I sent in an update, and Aunt Dorothy was wanting to hear from some of us in Texas, so here is some of what we've been up to lately.
The boys are all in school now and are loving it. Tracer (4th grade), Trevor (1st grade), and Trenton (pre-kindergarten) ride the bus to and from school each day, so from 7 a.m. to 4 p.m., it's just me and Trinidy at the house.
I am really loving getting to spend time with her, and since she's the fourth (and last) kid, I am finally able to just relax and enjoy my time with her. She is talking and walking now, and she adores her brothers and her daddy so much.
Scotty has been gone to New York, Phoenix, Denver, Philadelphia, and so many more places this fall with his work. He is planning on going to India (WOW!) in the spring, and Puerto Rico sometime soon, too. Also, Scotty and I are going to Las Vegas the middle of October for one of his trips, and I think we've convinced Pepaw Earl to come stay with the kids while we're gone. So, that should be an adventure!
This weekend, we are headed home to help move some of Grandma Lois Dake's furniture. She has moved out of her home in Waco and is currently staying with her youngest daughter Patricia, and family, in Moody. It's a bittersweet time for us, as she has lived in that house my whole life. However, circumstances being what they are, it is best that she moves, and she is being well taken care of at the Meyers' house. Plus, I am sure she is enjoying spending time with the grandkids and such.
And, with everything else going on, we are moving AGAIN! We found a place with 30 acres, just down the road, that we absolutely love. So, we've made the decision to move from our 2.5 acres to the other place so we can have more room for horses, cows, etc. We are planning the move for the end of October, so this month will be super busy getting everything packed for that. We are definitely ready for some cooler weather here and are looking forward to the cool breezes of autumn.
This is a really big time of year for the candle business that Adriana and I own. So, we've been staying busy with candle parties, and getting our fall and winter scents ready to go. Adriana and I love having so many excuses to get together, and our kids love being able to play together so often, too. Anyway, that's what we've been up to here in this part of Texas.
Update -- here we go again...
You're not going to believe this ... but as Miss Jerrianne and I were celebrating my fourth adoptiversary ... when I first came to live with her ... we got an e-mail from Miss Kathlyn. Once again, just as autumn began, a half-grown kitten ... cold, hungry, lonesome and scared ... showed up at Miss Kathlyn's house. The first time, it was me, and you already know about that because of The Miss Kitty Letters and my web log and my formal introduction in Bulletin #133.
This year's spring-born kitten, lost or strayed, appears to be a young male lynx point Siamese. He's a cross between a Siamese cat and a domestic shorthair tabby -- kind of like me. He could even be my younger brother, I suppose. We'll never know.
Well, Miss Kathlyn and Mr. Argyle have Diego, a young male cat who came to live with them this past summer ... and Miss Jerrianne has me ... so what to do? The usual solution is just to drop stray cats off at the pound and hope for the best ... but neither Miss Kathlyn nor Miss Jerrianne really wanted to do that. They are old softies ... as you would know if you read the story I wrote about Popeye, whose owners were found after a rather intense (and very expensive) week.
On Monday, Miss Kathlyn and Miss Jerrianne walked the new kitty around their neighborhood on a leash and knocked on doors: "Is this your kitty?" No luck. Miss Jerrianne took his picture and Miss Kathlyn posted signs around the neighborhood and put notices on Craigslist and at Animal Control and SPCA and the Anchorage Daily News. Then they plunked down money to get him "tutored" and vaccinated and microchipped on Wednesday -- the whole catastrophe.
After that, they don't know just what will happen. Maybe his owner will claim him. Maybe he will get to stay with Diego. Maybe he will try to move in with me. (He better not!) Or maybe they will find him a new home. Either way, he won't go hungry if they have anything to say about it, but he couldn't try his luck indoors until he passed his tests with the vet. That's the rule!
I only know that showing up at Miss Kathlyn's house on a cold September day four years ago was just about the best thing that could have happened to me. And if you've been reading The Bulletin for the past four years, you already know all about that. So, I wish the little guy luck! (As long as he doesn't try to move in with Miss Jerrianne and me.)
Update -- birthday dinner
It was just another day in paradise at the Johnson household. I spent most of the day at work, but when I got home, there were birthday balloons, flowers, cake, and cards waiting for me!
We went to Paradiso ("Chips are free, dinner's extra" and "Don't forget your wallet") for my free birthday meal, which, as it has been for the last 13 years, was a wonderful chimichanga.
After supper, we went to the mall for a little shopping, and ran into Kim Johnson! That was a fun surprise! We didn't get to talk for very long, as Pandemonium and Naughtiness were both going 12 different directions, as Jolene tried to shop while carrying Squawky.
Now we're home, and it's about time to read Rylie's new library books, always a nice end to another great day!
Update -- mirror, mirror, on the wall...
I've been keeping Ken pretty busy, so he hasn't taken a lot of new pictures of the grandkittens...
Lately the big project has been trying to finish the mirror in the bathroom. I bought some light fixtures a couple years ago and we set about getting the room remodeled before adopting kittens. We got the electrical work, the cabinetry, the countertop, and the plumbing all sorted out by spring, but the mirror became a never-ending project.
It started out very simply. I saw a mirror with a mosaic stained-glass frame on the web that I thought was kind of nice.
It wasn't the right size or shape, but it got me thinking. I looked some more on the web and found instructions for how to make something along the same lines.
Of course, the instructions were for a fairly small mirror, but I wanted one 3 or 4 feet in size.
I've never worked with stained glass before, so I went to the glass shop and picked out some pretty pieces and asked the guy at the register, "So, how do you cut this stuff?" He thought I might want to take a class, but gave me a quick lesson on cutting a straight line and sold me some tools. As soon as I started playing around, I realized I wasn't going to have any straight lines, so I needed some different tools. Over the course of the summer, I got the hang of working with glass, although I'm probably doing it all wrong since I never took the class.
The edging is a whole different story. It's made of copper, which has its own learning curve. We haven't made it very far down that path, but we did manage to get something on. I'd still like to make it look a little better, so I'm working on an idea to rim it with flexible copper tubing. The problem is that I would need to cut the tubing lengthwise so it can slide over the lip that is currently there.
I asked the guy at the hardware store how I might do that and he said, "Oh, that would be tough." He did sell me a length of tubing and a small saw to practice with, though.
The Matriarch Speaks W
Drive-in Convenience at Eric & Leona's Open House
We enjoyed a special treat on Saturday, September 22nd. Eric and Leona Anderson (our grandson and his wife) had an open house at their new home at Maple Grove, Minnesota. They have finished decorating their new home. It is bi-level; the lower level, which contains a family room, has direct access to the lawn. No stairs to climb meant I could actually drive the Jazzy right in and enjoy the afternoon with various family members who made the tour downstairs to visit with me (and with Grandpa when he was there with me!).
We came up with a great idea! So that I could enjoy seeing the other level, we decided Eric should take photos of the part I couldn't reach with my Jazzy. There was a display of "before" pictures in the family room. The "before" pictures surely did a lot to show me just how much they have accomplished. Their home is so attractive. I do love the classy, young look that does not go wild ... just stays in good taste.
Thank you so much for the virtual tour, and for the real visits. We had a chance to visit with Phyllis and Everett Working and their daughter Erica again (Eric's other grandparents and cousin). That was a very special privilege, to get to see them again. It was nice to meet some of Leona's family, too. Grandpa really enjoyed Leona's cousin and husband from Iowa ... they even visited a bit about people from their home area that are cousins of Don's ... that is always fun. Nice to spend some time with our children: Patty and Curt (Henderson) and Don and Patty (Anderson). The whole event was GREAT!
Thanks for inviting us and we loved the opportunity to be there.
Love, Grandma (and Grandpa, too!)
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? What was the occasion?
Editors' Note: Correct guesses appear in bold face type and incorrect guesses in normal type.
The horseback riders are Mavis Anderson Morgan and her kid brother Harry Anderson (Jr.) on the old home farm north of Dwight, North Dakota. I think that is Boots and Beauty they are riding.
These siblings grew up together but parted ways when they got older. Junior went to the big city of Los Angeles to find a job, got married, and worked till retirement. I was recalling when he was small how he liked to have us sing "Pony Boy" to him!
Mavis worked in Fargo, North Dakota, got married and became a farmer's wife. She was awarded the "Farm Wife of the Year" award several years ago, with her talent of operating and fixing machinery as well as being an all around farm wife and mother and grandmother. She still has that "giddy-up and go" spirit!
Elaine Anderson Wold
We have a guess! I knew it was Mavis and probably Junior. Dwight confirmed my guess and added that Mavis's horse was Beauty and Junior's was Boots. The picture was taken in front of the barn that used to be on the farm where we used to live. We burned the barn in the early '70s. Dwight lit ONE match, threw it into some straw in the leanto and the entire barn was completely gone within a matter of minutes.
Janie and Dwight Anderson
Who is This?
I know the cowgirl on the left is my mother, Mavis (Anderson) Morgan.
I have an unfair advantage in knowing the identity of the two youngsters in this week's mystery photo ... it's Dad [Junior] and Aunt Mavis. Dad was recently going through some of his photos, and I helped him scan a couple. And if I remember correctly, he said the horses in the photos are named Boots and Beauty.
FOR SURE, I pass on the Guess picture this week. Will be anxious to see just who they are.
Betty Weiland Droel
Retch-ed (Be Warned)
On this day (September 25) in 1942, our neighbor Alfred Matheson had an auction. It begin to snow hard and looked like it was getting worse by the minute.
When it came to the bobsled, Herman Deike, the auctioneer, said, "Boys, you might need this to get home."
Our dad was interested in the Case tractor, a small, steel-wheeled, standard type. It brought $600, more than our dad could justify.
Tractors were getting hard to get by at this time and the farmers knew it. $600 was not easy to come by then. People came from a distance to look and to buy farm machinery, too. The war was on and steel was precious for war effort.
If I recall, the weather cleared up and we still had grain shocks in the field to thresh and fall plowing followed; corn picking was after that.
There was never a dull moment on the farm back then.
Where In The World Is Weston? S
Earlier this month, I took the second of my two long awaited summer vacations. Like my previous New York/San Francisco trip, this one started out as a simple, one-stop vacation, but eventually morphed into a multi-city odyssey. But I'll get to that later.
The occasion for this trip was the wedding of my friends Tyler and Tami in South Lake Tahoe, California. Tyler is one of my good friends from Ashby. We pretty much grew up together, spending countless days and nights together as kids, playing baseball and video games, trading baseball cards and finding ways to entertain ourselves on our families' farms. We have remained close friends over the years, even when school and careers placed us in different cities at times.
Several years ago, Tyler began dating Tami. A few years after that, they decided to set me up with Tami's sister, Coni. So needless to say, I have close ties with both the bride and groom, and I was excited to make the trip to Tahoe for their wedding.
Both Tyler and Tami live in the Twin Cities area, but they elected to have a destination wedding at Lake Tahoe, where our friends Wesley and Jill had been married three years prior. While Wesley and Jill's wedding was on the north end of the Lake, Tyler and Tami's would be on the south side, providing the opportunity to visit areas I had missed on my first trip.
Early on the morning of Thursday, September 13th, I headed to the airport with Lane, Kelly and Joel, three more Ashby friends. After two flights surrounding a two-hour layover in Denver, we arrived at the airport in Reno shortly before noon. We picked up our baggage and our rental car and soon were on the road.
Shortly after leaving the airport, we decided to find lunch before we drove out of the city. Of course, when on vacation, it is always fun to sample the local flavors by eating at a restaurant that would not be available back home. With that in mind, we pulled into Del Taco and enjoyed a Mexican feast that rivaled the fine quality and flavor of the Taco Bell meals to which we have grown accustomed back in Minnesota.
Following the meal, we got back on the road, which led us to Carson City before beginning its ascent into the mountains on whose shoulders Lake Tahoe balances. We wound our way up through spectacular scenery and finally reached the mountain pass marking the high point of the road. From there, we began to descend, and soon the crystal blue waters of the lake came into view. The bright blue color looked surreal, more like something from a postcard than a sight to be viewed in real life.
We followed the highway down the mountainside to where it met the lake, then followed it through Stateline, Nevada, and on into South Lake Tahoe, California. Soon we found the Lakeshore Lodge and Spa, our accommodations for the next few days. The Lodge is located about as close to the lake as it can possibly be. From our third floor balcony, only the swimming pool and perhaps 50 feet of sandy beach separated us from the surf.
By the time we checked into our rooms and unpacked the car, Tyler, Tami and a few of our friends had already arrived. We gathered some lawn chairs and sat outside enjoying the view while waiting for the rest of the party to arrive, debating who among us could throw a football over the mountain that loomed to our west (and no, I don't really expect anyone to get that reference).
That evening's event was the groom's dinner, which was held at Nepheles, a very nice local restaurant. We were treated to an excellent meal. I ordered the halibut, while others enjoyed dishes ranging from steak to chicken to pasta.
Friday was the main event, with the wedding scheduled for 5 o'clock. This meant we had time to kill, as pictures wouldn't begin until 2 o'clock. Most of us had endured a long day of travel the previous day, so no one was very motivated to participate in any active tourist activities. Instead, we elected to break out the lawn chairs again. I guess it may sound strange that we would spend our time sitting in one place rather than exploring the sights of Lake Tahoe, but we enjoyed the relaxation of being out in the perfect sunny weather, listening to the waves hit the beach and looking out over the blue water and the tree covered mountains.
Of course, even that only goes so far, so we soon discovered a new hobby: feeding the gulls, Canada geese and mallard ducks that inhabited the beach. The tame demeanor of the wildlife indicated we were not the first to participate in this pastime. We fed them several hamburger buns, watching how the little gulls would bully the geese to get to the food, despite the honkers' clear size advantage.
At one point, a female mallard summoned the courage to walk right into the middle of our circle of chairs and snag the entire upper crown of a bun before quickly running off to enjoy her treat. But those mean old gulls had other ideas and attempted to pirate her treasure. The duck flew off over the lake, most of the bun still clasped tightly in her bill, with a half dozen gulls in hot pursuit. Soon, however, that poor duck must have realized it wasn't worth the effort. We saw the remaining bread drop from her mouth into the water, allowing her to fly off unmolested while the gulls dive-bombed their now soggy prize.
In addition to that bit of entertainment, we also discovered that it was great fun to throw a chunk of bread in the general direction of any unsuspecting member of our party who approached the group. The birds would quickly flock in the direction of the newcomer, eliciting screams and frantic arm waves from even the most masculine of men as he sought to ward off an avian attack.
Eventually, the time came to put away the lawn chairs and get cleaned up for pictures, an activity in which I would partake as one of two groomsmen in the wedding. The members of the wedding party followed the photographer's instructions as she tried to capture that perfect photo by any means necessary. "Stand together in a row." <CLICK> "Now stand in a staggered pattern behind the bride and groom." <CLICK> "Now jump in the air on the count of three." <CLICK> Now do a cartwheel and land it doing the splits." <CLICK> I can't WAIT to see how that last one turned out!
After pictures, the entire party loaded into taxis bound for the Tahoe Party Estate, where the wedding ceremony would be held. The Estate is a private home that is rented out for weddings, parties and other occasions. When our taxis arrived, we were greeted by the owner of the estate, a 60-something-year-old woman whose hair is dyed fire engine red. She was a fun lady and did a great job of making sure all of our needs were taken care of during our visit.
The brief wedding ceremony took place on a patio overlooking the lake and surrounding hills. A man-made waterfall added to the ambience, while a perfect blue sky topped off the scene.
The ceremony was followed by a dinner reception, after which we spent several hours visiting, celebrating and enjoying the views through the house's many picture windows overlooking the lake.
To be continued...
Photo Editor's Note: Malassadas are sort of related to Ollie Bollen from the Netherlands, for which we have published Frans de Been's recipe in Dutch Treats. Or click here and here for everything you ever wanted to know about "oil cakes," doughnuts, and all their delectable kin.
After intense investigation and research at the bakery over the weekend, three times in four days, I have come up with a reasonable facsimile of Leonard's Bakery masterpiece snack, the malasada. This batch will conveniently make enough for dessert in a Kitchen Aide mixer. Click here to read all about Malassadas from Portugal and Malasadas from Hawaii. --Glen Lee, Santa Barbara, CA
Glen Lee's Malasadas
1/2 package Instant Rise Yeast
Mix the yeast with the sugar and warm water to proof for about 5 minutes in the bowl. In the mixer, add all the dry and wet ingredients to the yeast mixture. Beat for 5 minutes to form a soft, smooth dough.
Cover and let rise for 4 hours. Spoon tablespoons of dough into hot oil and fry until brown. Drain on paper towels and roll in granulated sugar. If you want to keep leftovers for the next day, do not coat them with sugar. You can then quickly heat them in the microwave and toss with sugar.
Celebrations & Observances
This Week's Birthdays
This Week's Anniversaries
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October Special Days
Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Thanks for the warm birthday e-greeting -- that was fun. I had a nice birthday. Lori took me out for a steak, a nice treat and yummy, too. All in all, a great day. Just wanted to thank you for thinking of me. I'm sending some mild southern California weather your way -- enjoy!
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 have to write ... I have been sitting here chuckling out loud at the account of LTD "gone mad."
While my little brother is of a size that would be quite intimidating to Esteban ... he has got to be about the least violent-natured person I can think of. I think I will take a hint here, though... Don't mess with his dogs!
Speaking of which ... we hear that there is a new resident at Storybrooke Farm and her name is Brooke. Anybody know what a Labradoodle is? I had to Google it to see if he was joking...
Every picture I have seen of McKenna reminds me of Caity ... has anybody else noticed that?
I keep thinking that if a pirate comes trick or treating this year ... with a beautiful blue bird perched on his shoulder ... we will know just who it is. Molly will blow his disguise, by hilariously calling out "Doug." What a vibrantly colored bird! (Bulletin #272)
Ginny (Dake) McCorkell
Thanks to you all for the contributions:
Lori and Keith -- I really enjoyed your update and the pictures -- beautiful, fun -- thanks for letting us "travel" some with you.
Larry and Weston -- no matter the subject, you both hold my attention! Thanks so much to both of you!
Shawn -- thanks for sharing some on your Hawaii trip. (Yes, you do have a smart wife; she chose you, right?)
Carol -- I'm offended; you don't want for us to adopt you, so you can live on the farm? :-)
Tyler -- the cookies sound very interesting; will have to give them a whirl! I'm also very interested to see Aunika's room, in person; she is much more brave choosing colors than I am, too, Mitzi! Sounds fun.
Correction: Oops, I goofed -- it's Cousin Caity, not Auntie!
Donna Anderson Johnson
Hi Don, Thanks so much for the story of your early years. Farming was, and still is, a lot of work. Fathers and sons for generations have worked the land and raised livestock and made America the great nation it is. I salute you and all those who have their heart in the soil.
Be sure to say hello to Mrs. Anderson.
Editor's Note: Mr. Gibson, the father of one of my piano students, is the Fire Chief for the city of Springfield. This letter came in reaction to a gift copy of an article from The Bulletin sent to him by Don. (The two of them were checkers contestants during Bethany's piano lesson each week!)
To the Editors:
I have received The Bulletin. Thank you!
To Lori Ostendorf:
Congratulations on the accomplishment of passing all those tests. No one can understand how hard it is to go back after many years, try to get those rusty wheels turning again, unless they try it!
What a great reward for all your hard work: a trip to Hawaii; more important: Shawn's realization of all the hard labor you put into getting that certificate.
Lori, now I know you shared a few pictures and told us some of the stories. I'm thinking you left out a great amount more? I have intuition -- I will be seeing Shawn someplace in the near future, and I and my girls can get him to talk!
Proud of you! Hey, maybe I can get you to take my tests for me? Let me know...
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
I just loved those darling little deals on the first picture. So perfect for this chilly day, heading into fall. I hadn't better use up too much space on the scarecrows when there are so many other special noteworthy things in the following pages, but I was so surprised at such a cute first picture that appeared as I scrolled ahead, seconds after The Bulletin arrived. They are just so cute, and very typical of Autumn Begins. They make you want to smile, truly a great creation and thanks, Lori, for sending it in. I leave it lay where I can see it and smile.
I looked back into the Archives to see how long it's been since Lori Anderson and Keith Mason have sent us any updates on their life together and very fascinating jobs, but it was just too long ago so I just quit looking. I know very well it's been a long time. This one, of their working trip to San Diego, was enhanced by the slide show, which was so worthwhile if everyone took time to click on the link. Better photography than if we had been there ourselves and tried to see and photograph it all.
Lori Ostendorf earning that trip to Hawaii was certainly an accomplishment that we were glad she shared with us. A lifelong memory, and earning it made it of much more value. Passing eight extremely difficult tests means she is one very intelligent lady.
Glad for the update on the tractor pull. It was so satisfying to see that Nathan had won the prize that would thrill any little person and big person, too.
Quite a choice of bedroom colors, but it sounds typical for a girl who loves the outdoors as the Swenson family does, and that was a clever light in the headboard.
Only one bad thing about The Bulletin -- it doesn't have a scratch 'n sniff. The cookies and, so often, foods illustrated look good enough to reach out and eat. But, seeing we have the recipe, it will be up to us to try them out ourselves.
Glad for the example of Carol Pokornowski that we need to keep our subscription to The Bulletin current by sending in even just a statement, as the Editor says. That way we get quite a variety of news and pictures and updates from the whole USA (and the Netherlands, too).
I'm sure Dad was anxious to hold his baby, McKenna, when he returned from his trip to Hawaii. She looks well cared for after a week with Grandma Donna Mae.
I'm trying to figure out just who got the new deck and who got the new roof. I was trying to see if it was the Johnson home and if I recognized it, but not really. Pretty timely getting it all done before a Minnesota winter begins to threaten. (Beaver and Donna got the new roof but the new deck belongs to another related family. --Ed.)
Thank you, LTD Storybrooke, for this chapter of your sheepherding story. Thank you, too, for sharing your good times as well as bad ones, and when you finally did fly off the handle, straight up, when Esteban tested you beyond the limit. Don't stop now, though, as we want to know "the rest of the story."
What an unbelievable crowd in that grandstand, even only in the section Weston took the picture of! We followed every word and every eventful description, and then to see those two words, "The End," was bittersweet. So sorry the story has come to an end, but so glad for Weston to have had this extraordinary experience, which he would never forget. Very nice picture, too, and now to settle down to reality once again. Weston, we are wishing you well in whatever the next pages of life reveal for you.
I have never seen water the color of that beautiful Hawaiian blue, but have read about it and have seen pictures like this. It must be breathtaking, to say the least, for such an expanse of water to be so very beautiful. Especially against the white sand beach. It would be like a second honeymoon to escape to such famous places, just the two of you. You surely were deserving when Lori could qualify for that outstanding award.
It seems too long since we have had a photo illustration by Bitzi, but immediately seeing the coloring on this illustration of Kira, I just knew it was great auntie at work. What an adorable baby! So cute and so happy. Am sure Levi loves his little sister.
I was just thrilled to see all the Letters To The Editor this week. Sometimes I feel like I would like to know the opinion of others, not just my own, and this time I could hardly believe it when so many had responded with their thanks and what they had specifically enjoyed. I see we have a great addition in Carol P. Thanks.
I don't know how McDouglas does it! The unique Chuckles, illustrated as it is, and always so original and so different. Looks like an actual hole right in the paper, and you can almost hear the blast "touchdown!" Looks like Weston comes by his likes and dislikes naturally.
I only wish I could do justice to this Letter to the Editor regarding how much we anxiously wait for, and have enjoyed again, another Bulletin. All the work that is done to publish it with the art, well written stories, variety of interests, and the colors and spacing and design of it all certainly is professional and time consuming.
Roy and Betty Droel
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