Sunday, October 28, 2007
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Family Update -- the Printz family
Fall is in full force in western Nebraska, and if predictions are correct, we will have our first "killing" frost tonight.
We had a busy summer that included a job change for Harold. He is now working as a department supervisor at a Home Depot store in Sterling, Colorado, south of here.
I started work this fall as a "special education para-educator" (teacher's aide) at an elementary school in Sidney. Another aide and I work one-on-one with two severely mentally delayed 5th grade boys. We switch boys each month. So far it has been both challenging and rewarding. Interestingly, Uncle Don and Aunt Dorothy, the resource teacher I work under is from Alexandria, Minnesota. They moved here this fall when her husband took a job as administrator of a nursing home in Sidney.
Eric was here for a few days visit recently. He is in the Beaverton, Oregon, area this year. At the moment, he is in Alaska for some special meetings.
Cody is continuing his college studies full time at the community college in Sidney this fall. He does some math tutoring at the college and works on a ranch for some of our friends on weekends during the school year. His son Austin, who will soon be 16 years old, is coming for a visit next week on his fall break from school.
We enjoyed meeting Justin, Melody, Wade, Callie and Amy in Laramie, Wyoming, for the day last Saturday. The men and boys went to a University of Wyoming (Harold's alma mater) football game, and the women and girls just visited and did a little "window shopping."
That evening, we came through a heavy, wet snow storm over the summit between Laramie and Cheyenne on our way home! Fortunately, we won't expect that sort of thing at lower elevations for a while yet.
Update -- recent travels
On September 26, we flew to Bismarck, North Dakota, to Jerry and Kathleen's home. We were there until we went to Mandan for our convention. I asked about the Morgans but they would have gone to Hunter, so we didn't get to meet any of them -- it would have been nice since "knowing" them from The Bulletin.
We were there until the 20th and then flew back to Phoenix. Ken did get to go fishing and do a bit of pheasant hunting while we were there, so he enjoyed that.
The next day was our Special Meetings at Cottonwood, near Sedona. There we saw many "old" friends. The day was a bit chilly. We went back to Phoenix through Payson, which is through mountains and forests and is so beautiful!
Update -- a phone visit with Judy (Miller) Riesenberg
Roy and I were just walking in the door with our arms full of things, only to hear the phone ringing, so we dropped everything and ran to answer. It was Judy (Miller Rude) Riesenberg from Great Falls, Montana, who was here in Minnesota at her aunt Rose Miller's funeral.
She happened to be passing through Minneapolis from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, after having visited her son, Jason, and his wife, Mona, and new baby, Hanna, when the news reached her of Rose's death and funeral. This exceptional picture is of Judy's son Jason and Hanna and Judy.
I thought it was such an interesting story about Judy's husband Joel Rude, regarding his death on September 3, 1979, (Bulletin 248, March 18, 2007). Joel and Judy Rude had Jason 7, and Jeana 2. Jeana is a nurse, at present, in Phoenix, Arizona.
Judy was a young widow with two children when she married Russ Riesenberg.
Her very rare visit from Montana to Toronto was an event, especially when she got to see her new grandchild, Hanna Lulu Rude, who is 4-1/2 months old on this picture.
Also, in our conversation asking about her dad, Robert Miller, she said he is in the Great Falls, Montana, Rainbow Assisted Living and Retirement Center. It happens that he sits at the same dining table as Walter Bruenning, formerly from Minnesota, who was 111 years old in September -- one of the oldest residents in the USA. Robert is adjusting well after losing his Jeanette (Nelson) Miller so recently.
I was glad we had gotten home in time to get Judy's call and wanted to share it with you, as so many of The Bulletin family know the Millers, and Judy herself.
Update -- Louise is getting up to speed
Louise is now home after a hospital stay for a checkup after a fall, in which it appears she did not break any bones but did suffer a good sized bruise!
Our family has rallied 'round and are here. They'll leave Sunday after lunch. Some of the kids have "twisted my arm" to go swimming with them at Evans Plunge this morning. Then, some of them go to the ranch this afternoon to 4-wheel.
The Home Health Nurse was here yesterday to get things organized and I think they'll be a good help.
Day to Day R
Caity is an auntie again! Her brother Ryan's wife, April, had their third child. Here is Caity's sister Bec's announcement about their new nephew:
We went and saw the baby today. He is super cute! His name is Thomas Logan Johnson. He was born Thursday, October 18, at almost 6:30 p.m. He was 9 pounds and 10 ounces. He was 22 inches long. Big boy! Very good color, and what a snuggler!
The Matriarch Speaks W
There are 15 units in this condo. It is pure lovely. Our move will occur on December 1. We welcome all to help us. There is a lovely Community Room, which can be reserved for family occasions. We will share a tuck-under garage (which is heated, has individual storage rooms, and has stalls for each of the 15 units) with an elevator up to first floor -- and there our unit is, nearest the elevator).
Our ground floor unit has a kitchen, dining room, living room, den, large bedroom, walk-through bath, with a half bath in the laundry area. It has so much storage that I lost count. It is designated for 55 years and over residents -- but younger visitors are very welcome. :-)
We will be right off Main Street, uptown. If you know Alexandria, it is on the east side of Main Street, right behind the piano shop (and across the street from the piano shop is the Subway). We are really looking forward to the new location!
The Matriarch and her Hubby
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?
Editors' Note: Correct guesses appear in bold face type and incorrect guesses in normal type.
This is my Mom [Sherry] and Dad [Larry Dake] and my nephew Levi Steinhauer, at Hunter convention about two years ago! (I think we can all recognize them, as they haven't changed much, at least not the older two. ;))
Amy (Dake) Harrison
Thanks for ... the picture of Larry, Sherry and Levi. They had sent it to me, but I didn't know if I should, or could, write in an answer.
Bergit J. Swenson
Editor's Note: I do want you to know that we welcome guesses from anyone who knows, or thinks they know, the people in our Guess pictures. Thanks for your answer. --Dorothy Dake Anderson
2/3 of this group is easy! Larry and Sherry Dake, but which grandchild? Not sure of that one!
The GUESS picture is an easy one, until we have to decide if that is Levi or Kira? My guess is Levi. I looked back in Bulletin 263 and decided the eyes belonged to Levi, not Kira. But then again, maybe Kira is that big already.
Betty Weiland Droel
Isn't this nice? We get to see my nephew Larry Dake, his wife, Sherry, and their first grandchild, Levi Steinhauer. Taken back a bit, I imagine, or Larry would probably be holding Levi's little sister, Kira.
Larry is well known to all as the author of LTD Storybrooke.
A call came on the radio early one morning. Our neighbor Don was having troubles at the feedlot. Overnight, the temperature had plummeted to thirty-below. Mixed in with the Angus and black-baldy cows was a herd of about a hundred Zebus. These Zebus were of a strain, imported from India, that had extraordinarily long "butterfly" ears -- a cooling adaptation for tropical climates. The breed also sported a hump on their back, like their cousins the Brahmas.
It was easy to imagine why people in India considered the Zebu cows sacred: they wore a gentle, endearing expression that could only be compared to that of our more familiar Jersey. (The two breeds are different in nearly every other respect.) The Zebus had been purchased from Texas, to populate a crossbreeding experiment with the ranch's Red and Black Angus bulls. Apparently thirty-below weather hadn't been factored into the equation of this experiment.
The resulting crisis was more urgent than the lambing. Because of my Minnesota roots, I was elected to go help. But my Oregon pickup wouldn’t start.
Grandpa Earl always kept us supplied with a few bottles of gasoline anti-freeze. Yes! I poured a pint into the tank and the engine started. When I reached the gas pump, which was near the feedlot, the truck quit again; it was out of gas. (The gauge never did work.) Apparently, I had driven the mile to the feedlot on straight BG Gas-line Anti-freeze.
Don had already moved a few of the cows into the only indoor space available: the mechanic's shop. Outside, a number of them were "down" in a hypothermia-induced stupor. Too heavy to lift or drag, they had to be loaded into the tractor loader-bucket to transport them to the shop. We slid the bucket under their bodies as far as possible. Then we chained them to the bucket to keep them from falling off. Each one traveled precariously into the shop, where a roaring, kerosene heater spit fire and sparks.
In true cowboy style, Don wore his sweat-stained cowboy hat. His ears were bright red and appeared frozen, but he never wavered in his faithfulness to this icon of his very identity. I wore a warm, wool hat with ear-flaps -- not cool! (Therein lies the difference between the cowboy and the sheepman.)
As the numbers of cows in the shop increased, they began to warm. A few had succumbed to the cold, but most eventually got to their feet and did what cows do. By late afternoon, they were milling around, shoulder to shoulder, in the half-frozen, sloppy mess. They slobbered curiously over the mechanic's tools, before pulling many of them to the floor with their long tongues. The tools mixed with the straw bedding we had added to prevent the cows from slipping and falling.
It was a mechanic's nightmare!
Where In The World Is Weston? S
In the history of our nation, few conflicts have fostered emotions bitter enough to pit brother versus brother and friend versus friend, generating deep-seated divisions that can only be settled through violent conflict on the battlefield. This past Saturday's clash between the University of Minnesota's Golden Gophers and the Bison of North Dakota State University was one of these earth shattering battles, settled once and for all on the synthetic blades of the Metrodome gridiron.
The stage for this war to end all wars was set one year prior, when the Bison made their first foray into the unfriendly confines of the Metrodome. As a mediocre team at the NCAA's top Division I-A level, the Gophers were heavily favored over NDSU, whose football team plays in the lower I-AA classification. However, the game ended up going down to the wire, with the Gophers sealing a 10-9 win with a last second block of an NDSU field goal.
This year's game promised to be a worthy encore to last year's thriller. In the past year, the Gophers' football program had devolved from mediocre to truly lousy, while NDSU had attained the top ranking in Division I-AA. The Bison and their fans viewed this game as a chance to validate their great season by knocking off a Big Ten opponent. The Gophers and their fans viewed the game as their last realistic chance of tasting victory during the 2007 season.
The tension surrounding the game was enhanced by the unique fan dynamics of my immediate family and closest friends. As a University of Minnesota alumnus, I have remained a fan of the University's sports programs, particularly the football team. In fact, my brother-in-law and fellow U of M graduate Shawn, along with a group of our friends, have bought Gophers football season tickets for each of the past two seasons, and plan to continue this tradition long into the future.
While Shawn and I would remain loyal to the Gophers as they clashed with NDSU, a few of the guys in our season ticket group are NDSU graduates and would be shifting their loyalties for this one game. Furthermore, my brother Wyatt and stepbrother Chris would be making the drive down from Fargo-Moorhead to join us for the game, placing two more votes under the NDSU column.
Because Shawn, Wyatt, Chris and I had all missed out on the Gophers-NDSU game in 2006 for various reasons, and because the teams are not scheduled to play again in future seasons, we decided to go all out for this game. Wyatt and Chris made their way down to the Cities on Friday night, and by 7 o'clock on Saturday morning, no fewer than 15 of our football fan friends had gathered at my house in Maple Grove. From there, we all piled into cars and drove to a parking lot near the Metrodome, leaving us a few hours of tailgating before the 11 a.m. opening kickoff.
This being the fifth home game of the season, my fellow season ticket holders and I now have this tailgating thing down to a science. A few days before the game, one of us sends an e-mail to the group with that week's food contributions, with each member charged with bringing brats, burgers, buns, chili, chips or other such essentials. In order to provide us with an identifiable landmark in the parking lot, we even chipped in and bought a 10' by 10' canopy emblazoned with the University's "M" logo. This week took a little more planning, as our usual group of seven had more than doubled in size. However, we all chipped in and treated ourselves to a two-course feast.
We started with a breakfast of donuts, bagels with cream cheese, orange juice and milk. After breakfast, the Gophers fans in the group made our way to the plaza in front of the Metrodome for the Victory Walk, a new tradition started by the Gophers' first-year coach, in which the players and coaches make their way from the team buses through the crowd to the Dome's player entrance. The Victory Walk is a nice gesture, as it allows fans to shake hands and offer words of encouragement to the players as they prepare for the game. However, the name of this march has taken on an unintended irony as the Gophers have stumbled to a 1-6 start.
Following the "I Hope We Can Get a Win This Week" Walk, we Gophers fans returned to the parking lot, where the NDSU fans who stayed behind had fired up the grills to prepare round two of our feast, which consisted of chili, cheeseburgers and brats. We enjoyed our early lunch as fans of both teams continued to fill the parking lot and engage in some good natured ribbing.
As game time neared, we cleaned up our camp and walked back to the stadium. As luck would have it, Wyatt, Shawn and I ran into Ben, Heather, Dan and Gina Henderson as we neared the entry gate. It was fun seeing them, but their green and gold gear told me that their rooting interests would not agree with mine.
Shortly after we made our way through the turnstiles, I happened upon another Henderson. This time it was Curt, who also wore NDSU colors. This was turning into a regular family reunion, but I was starting to feel like the black sheep in my maroon sweatshirt and cap.
Finally, the long awaited game kicked off. The Gophers quickly scored a touchdown on a trick pass play. NDSU answered almost immediately on a long run by their star running back. The rest of the game continued in the same back and forth manner, as the Gophers and Bison halves of our contingent took turns shouting with delight and groaning with disgust.
The Gophers held the lead entering the fourth quarter, but NDSU mounted a comeback, then held on for a 27-21 win, perhaps the biggest win in the program's history. On the flip side, losing to a Division I-AA school at home marked a new low point in the long, sad history of Golden Gophers football.
As the final seconds ticked off of the game clock, I quickly made my way to the exit. There is no worse feeling at a football game than when the opponent's fans take over your home stadium and celebrate their defeat of your favorite team. Although part of me was happy for NDSU and their fans, particularly my green and gold-clad friends and family members, I have to admit that my overwhelming feeling was disgust with my Gopher squad, and I had no desire to remain in the Dome while 25,000 Fargoans threw a party at my team's expense.
In time, I got over my disappointment. After all, it was an exciting game and it had been fun to have such a large group of friends in attendance. And I take solace knowing if the Bison ever dare to venture back to the Metrodome, the outcome will be much different. Maybe next time, the Gophers will only lose by three!
The Miss Kitty Letters*
The Scary Monster Downstairs
I bet you thought this letter was going to be about spiders that live in Miss Jerrianne's studio downstairs ... but it's not. Downstairs is off limits for cats -- always has been -- something about fine photography and fine cat hair being incompatible. So I only went downstairs a few times when Miss Jerrianne did, on the pretext of protecting her from spiders, and she always made sure I didn't stick around.
But a few days ago, the unthinkable happened. The little lost kitty that Miss Jerrianne called Amigo kept getting on Diego's nerves and that frazzled Miss Kathlyn's nerves, too. So she put the little guy in a cage and brought him here. I got a look at him on the back deck ... he's not very big but he has a huge, Siamese MEOW. I hissed and whined and stared through the glass door. He paid me no mind. He probably couldn't even see me through the one way glass.
The next thing I knew, he disappeared off the back deck and I hoped he had gone back home with Miss Kathlyn. Then I found out they had smuggled him into Miss Jerrianne's studio through the garage and I never even knew it. Suddenly, we had our own resident closet monster -- living right under my nose!
There are two doors between our living quarters and the studio so I haven't seen him, but I can hear him and smell him and I know he's down there. If I hang out on the stairs, Miss Jerrianne starts the vacuum cleaner before she opens the door and I SCOOT back upstairs SO FAST ... and then she breezes by me like I wasn't even there. Next thing I know, she's sitting at her computer like nothing happened, enticing me with kitty treats. I fall for it every time.
So what happens next? What if the monster tries to come upstairs? What if they forget to close the doors and I catch him lurking in the studio? I'm taking my naps in Miss Jerrianne's lap so she can't sneak off and visit him downstairs. I'm pretty worried ... especially after she talked to Miss Sharon on the phone today. After that she stopped calling him Amigo... I think his new name might be Gunsmoke.
Stay tuned. I'm sure this will get even more interesting before it gets resolved.
Miss Kitty =^..^=
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Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
It is a dull, drab day today, and we have just arrived home from a most delicious dinner at Steve and Marci Weiland's for Verlaine's October 14th birthday and Rich's October 27th birthday. So he is now 65 years old. My little brother -- so what does that make me? Old, that's what!
Betty Weiland Droel
THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE CARD. Louise appreciates all the interest. She's trying to learn the wheelchair racing speed and is improving! Better watch out, Dorothy!
Thank you for remembering Ken's birthday -- even though Hallmark didn't get it to us.
Justin, my younger brother, was given the camera to take pictures of his son Wade's birthday. This is what Melody said about the camera:
"Um, we gave Justin the camera and the responsibility of documenting his son's eighth birthday. This is what we got ... and I'll warn you, it may not be in your best interest to double click these images! :)"
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?
As usual, I enjoyed from the first to the last word of The Bulletin!
Bitzi, the Chuckles picture was a HOOT (thanks, Amy!) and your caption, perfect!
Donna Anderson Johnson
I can't put into words my feelings when I started to read about "Jane" -- memories came flooding back to those days.
Several of us girls (late teens then) would ride a street-car to whatever facility Jane was in. I remember sooo vividly visiting her and her "roommate" -- when they were both in the iron lungs.
I've mentioned that I taught adults in a Vo-Tech school in Mesa. They have a Respiratory Therapy program, and not too long before I retired I would see the iron lung that had been given to the school. Every time I looked at it, I "saw" Jane and her friend -- who became her sister-in-law.
When Jane recovered enough to be at home, she was wheelchair-bound. A cousin of hers was losing her sight from diabetes. Since Jane could see, she would tell where to go as her cousin pushed the wheelchair and they got around very well together.
To read of her current status is overwhelming to know what she can do for herself -- cook, sew, type, etc.
Her husband passed away a few years ago and she is still living pretty much alone, with the help of many health-aids. It is hard to comprehend such determination.
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
Roy is reading the paper, and I thought it was an excellent time to write our thanks to the Editors for our Bulletin #279...
As usual, the first picture was so typical of the season, and those beautiful leaves are just what I see out our dining room window. I was going to take a picture of them to compare, but the sun went under and the leaves became very dull, so I didn't. Isn't it amazing what a difference the sun makes on fall leaves?
What a respectful and lovely tribute to one fine lady, Rose Miller. I remember being in their home when the five girls were young and John and Rose were in their prime, living and working on a big farm. We usually had popcorn in the evening. Time marches on, and one by one our older friends are leaving us. I hate to admit that I am not of the younger generation anymore, but one of the oldies.
So, finally we get an update on Sully and Everett Brown. Take a look at this and you will see how fast time goes. This was just last June.
Fun to see another event in Keith and Lori's life. They look pretty happy! We love the updates, whether long or short. Just to keep up on The Bulletin family.
What a portrait of the little lost kitty. Sounds like the extra toe makes him a special animal, and someone may be wondering wherever he is. But you have tried to find the owner, so finders keepers.
It's just great when Miss Kitty gets a turn on the computer. She's a great storyteller and gives us lots of details Miss Jerrianne doesn't have time to. It will be very interesting to find out what name sticks. Diego and Diablo sort of sound good together, but it might be a tongue twister in a crisis.
I had read the second trip to Alaska that Donald Johnson had written and was on the Internet. I saw where Concord Grape Pie was a favorite way back then. In looking it up on the link, I saw this timely poem, DAKOTA AUTUMN DAY, by Elaine Wold, which I would think is very fitting again.
The grandkittens don't want to be left in the dust with all the attention on the Anchorage cats. It was quite something to get such a good picture of all three.
The story about Polio touches the heart in a very real way. We remember when it was raging, and everyone was concerned for themselves and their loved ones. My dear friend that I envied so keenly being one of the victims, as well as Dorothy Dake (Anderson), who was also a dear friend. It was alarming news to hear they had gotten the dreaded Polio. Both have lifelong effects of it, but carry on very nobly and are strong, regardless of the handicap that is theirs. It just makes us love them all the more. It was actually hard to read the Polio story as it was so well written that it brought back vivid memories of the visits we made to the hospitals.
I loved the story of Buckles, by Beaver. I had to laugh at how Buckles was already back in his pen, on his own, after the unsuccessful attempt Beaver made to catch him earlier.
LTD Storybrooke, you did it again. Captivated us with another word picture of life on the sheep ranch at its worst. I cannot understand how you could stay there.
The Travelogue is not ended with the "to be continued" this time. Too bad, it was just getting interesting and here it was time to head back to the airport. Not ever having been involved in such a detailed, important work, I read with interest every word, trying to visualize it all with the Councilors and Mayor and City officials expecting such great things and to have it a success, Weston. Good Job!
Happy 28th birthday, Adriana. I can't even remember when I was that young.
LAST, BUT NOT LEAST -- that absolutely priceless picture of Kira with the expression that is beyond description. It would fit a million captions, and the one that was picked is really hilarious. Surely, YOU JEST!? I had to laugh out loud, looking at that little face with such a positive mad.
"Autumn a mosaic of them all," tells it like it is. The Quotation for the day this time was meaningful in the variety of beauty at this time of year.
I doubt our weekly comments will be reward enough for all the hours and hours and effort put into each Bulletin. Thank you, once again!
Roy and Betty Droel
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