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Photo © Ardis Quick
Penny, John & Abigail, wedding on Pensacola Beach.

Update -- Penny Miller marries John Peska in Florida
by Ardis Quick
Roseville, MN

Charlie and I took off several days to make the trip to Pensacola Beach to see John Peska and Penny Miller (Duane's oldest daughter) get married. We arrived on Thursday afternoon and joined Penny and John for pizza and a chance to get acquainted with John's family. The kids were all having fun, including Abigail, Penny's daughter. She was all dressed for playing in the sun.

Photo © Ardis Quick
Abigail's ready for the beach.

The wedding was planned for 4:30 in the afternoon on Friday, so with sunscreen in hand, we decided to spend the morning seeing the area. As you can see by the pictures, the fishing was great and the locals were out of this world.

Photos © Ardis Quick
Awesome fishing, left; alien visitors, right.

We stopped and talked to two ladies that were out digging in the sand, only to find out they were finding all sorts of sea shells buried about 10-12 inches down. I was hooked! So with a cute little red pail I found on the beach, we settled into the sand and starting digging for shells. Charlie lasted about five minutes before he decided to walk further down the beach while I continued to dig. Thirty minutes later he was back, dragging me and my pail full of shells back to the car before I burned. He told everyone I'd still be out there if he didn't come get me. (He knows me all too well!)

I'd be remiss if I didn't add that the white sand on the beach is very fine and sticks to you everywhere. Need I say more? After taking in more of the sights, we headed back to the hotel to shower and get ready for our first beach wedding.

Next week: Pensacola Beach wedding....

Photo © Ardis Quick
Oooo hot sand! hot sand!

Photo by Gert Pettit
Howard Lake Memorial Day ceremony.

Update -- Memorial Day observance in Howard Lake
by Gert Dake Pettit
Howard Lake, MN

These pictures were taken when I went to the Howard Lake Memorial Day service. As each serviceman's names were read, the girls would place a flag in the cross. The picture was taken as they read Billy's name. The photo of Billy's grave is one I took when we were in Texas, And then, of course, Gilbert's name was read on Memorial Day, too. This is a picture of his grave in our cemetery.

Photos by Gert Pettit
Billy Dake's grave, left; Gilbert McCalla's grave, right.

Update -- heavy bloomers pay a price
by Ruth Kitto
Apache Junction, AZ

This cactus was full of buds yesterday, and this morning, as you can see they are full blossoms! And FOUR of the "branches" fell down -- the blossoms are HEAVY! They broke right off at a "joint." It will take some thick gloves to pick up the "branches"! It looks so sad -- there must be at least six or eight blossoms on it and EACH is the size of a dinner plate!

Photos © Ruth Kitto
Night-blooming Cereus puts on a beautiful, but costly, show.

Photo © Ken Hellevang
Lindsay Hellevang presides at graduation open house reception.

Student Update -- Goodbye, Fargo North
by Lindsay Hellevang
Fargo, ND

My senior year at Fargo North has been a very memorable one. At our final choir concert, we seniors were individually recognized and given a rose from a younger member of the choir. It was also my choir teacher's last year as she is retiring after 15 years at North. She has been named choir teacher of the year and was always dedicated to her students. I am glad that I got to have her as a teacher. It just meant that our last choir concert was even more memorable because it was her last, also. I will really miss choir next year.

Our soccer season ended with the state tournament, which was held in Bismarck on the three days prior to graduation. Our season record was 9-2-1 (nine wins, two losses, and one tie). I was a forward and made seven goals this season. We went into the state tournament ranked second in the eastern conference behind Fargo South, which no one expected as our team was made up of mostly younger players. We continued to shock everyone in our first and second games at State.

In the championship game, we played a great game against undefeated Fargo South and lost 1-0, taking second place in the state. I have been playing soccer since second grade, so it is going to seem strange when next spring comes around that I won't be playing soccer.

My graduation open house was on Saturday, May 24th, at our home. We served a meal of sloppy joes, salads and cake for 180 guests: classmates, family friends, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and other relatives. I got to celebrate my big day with people that I care about.

Graduation was June 1st, and that is still surreal to me. It doesn't feel like this is the end of my high school career, but it was very exciting walking across the stage and getting my diploma! I had always watched graduations in the audience thinking this day would never come -- it seemed too far away. Then, as I was sitting in those chairs with my class, I thought, This is it; I'm actually here.

The senior choir members sang "Time of Your Life" at the ceremony. It's been a great senior year, and I'm glad I made the most of it because it went by so fast. In the fall I'm planning to attend NDSU [North Dakota State University] and not sure of a major yet, but possibly Health Communications. I am looking forward to the next step in my life.

Photo © Ken Hellevang
Lindsay's graduation day with grandparents Tom & Mavis Morgan.

Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
Ashby, MN

Wyatt hooked up my new computer last weekend and I couldn't figure out how to send the picturess. Beaver, with Wyatt's help via the phone, finally got this working. When I saw how long it took both of them, I don't feel as dumb. Here's how our Memorial Day weekend went in a few short pictures. A very nice Memorial Day weekend in Ashby!

Photo © Donna Johnson
Paige Larson at high school graduation party.

We started the Memorial Day weekend out by attending a graduation party for Paige Larson (Bridget and Doug Larson's daughter). Paige seemed very happy at the great turnout and the beautiful day. We all enjoyed the delicious, make-your-own nachos and cupcakes (well, we didn't have to make the cupcakes), along with keg root beer -- yummy!

Photos © Donna Johnson
McKenna's first boat ride, left; Jayce swims in frigid lake, right.

Jessy, Chris, Beaver, Caity, Jayce and I joined the Ostendorfs at their lake home and got our first pontoon ride. It was also McKenna's first ride ever; she even had a try at the wheel, although she seemed more impressed with the buttons and gauges she could poke at, while sitting on Daddy's lap! It was so relaxing -- a wonderful way to kick off the summer!

Jayce was brave enough to go swimming in that very frigid lake! Not for me, or Caity, by the looks of things.

McKenna enjoyed her pool ... dry, with toys, thanks! She also got a kick out of her Uncle Chris joining her on the ground.

We all enjoyed watching the competition with some bag toss game they were playing. They played until the sun went down.

Photo © Donna Johnson
McKenna in dry pool with toys entertains her uncle Chris.

The Ashby Legion hosted the annual Memorial Day to a packed auditorium, with standing room only. The highlight of the program was a Military Tribute, a very well done, moving enactment of a visit to the Vietnam Veterans' monument, with a deep voice narrating the story line. I heard many say it brought tears; I know it did for me.

Then we went to do the usual pulling and cleaning around the Johnson plots. The tree we planted a few years ago has gotten very large -- makes it easy to find the right area at a glance!

When the Color Guard got to the Memorial, there was a cameraman from Fargo filming, which we later watched online. A very nice tribute to the Ashby community about how patriotic and close this little community remains.

Photo © Donna Johnson
Memorial Day Color Guard at Ashby cemetery.

Then it was up to the Legion for the free barbecue meal. There were so many people, Beaver took us all into the back room and we ate in his office. McKenna had another first; a pickle, which she did not even make a face at, much to our surprise!

On the way out of town, we stopped and I got a picture of Caity's second-place-winning "Poppy" poster, posted in the Ashby bank's window on Main Street. Congratulations on making it into the paper one more time, Caity!

Photos © Donna Johnson
Weston tidying grave, tree in background, left; Caity's poster, right.

The Matriarch Speaks W
by Dorothy (Dake) Anderson
Alexandria, MN

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.

(Send us some to run; we will line them up in our staging area to take their turn. LeRoy Dake supplied last week's mystery pictures.

How many can you identify?

Answers to last week's mystery pictures (click here to review them):

Editors' Note: Correct guesses appear in bold face type and incorrect guesses in normal type ... generally in the order we receive them, so the first guess received is on top.

Those would be my cousins Ginny Dake and Steve Miller. Aren't they cute!?

Donna Anderson Johnson
Ashby, MN

Hey, you have my Steve [Miller] but I don't know the little girl!

Jim Miller
Bradenton, FL

I believe these pictures are of cousins Virginia (Ginny) McCorkell and Steve Miller.

Earl Stahlecker
Gatesville, TX

Oh, Ginny and Steve, how cute you both were! Don't know the name of the little one sitting in Ginny's lap. Do you remember, Ginny?

And, Steve, I know you're half Dake, and the other half must be related to the fellows on that Miller baseball team from Darwin.

Aunty Gert [Dake Pettit]
Howard Lake, MN

My guess for the guessing game on this Bulletin is that the young lad is Steven Miller from Florida but I draw a blank for the cute little girl and -- is it a birthday doll?

Mavis Anderson Morgan
Hope, ND

I would love the chance to introduce my dolly ... who looks to be wearing an outfit lovingly stitched by Grandma Amy Dake. Her name was ... wait ... I don't know what her name was. Come to think of it I don't know anything about her ... or is she a he? I can only guess that dolly dear may have lived at Grandma's house and I happened to be playing with her/him when it came time for pictures... Maybe one of the cousins would have a better memory than I ... anybody recognize the doll?

Ginny Dake McCorkell
Blaine, MN

I think Virginia Dake McCorkell comes to mind as I see the Guess/Mystery pictures this time. The second one is Steve Miller; I feel sure about that. I knew him best right about that time.

Betty Weiland Droel
MoundsView, MN

Photo Editor's Note: This is a different point of view from our earlier Mama Robin web log.

Photos © Rich Weiland
A mother robin has built a nest on our outside light. We took a picture of the contents on Monday, May 26th. On May 31st, we took another picture. The pretty blue eggshells have given way to a miracle of life. Not sure when they hatched but it had to be within the last four days. Maybe we can get a daily picture of the progress. --Rich Weiland, Coon Rapids, MN

LTD Storybrooke

Tough Love
by Larry Dake

"You need to put Checker out of his misery," Jackson said.

"No. I can't do that."

Checker was a dog with heart. He had worked so hard these past weeks that he'd worn holes in the soles of his feet. He had proven himself an honest companion, eager do his best. More important, he had an uncanny ability to relate; he was so "there!"

And "there" was where I needed him.

"I'll shoot him for you," I heard Jackson say, through the dark cloud that had descended over me. "I'll bring you another dog. I promise."

Jackson was acting out of compassion. I understood that.

Checker, who'd been lying on his side, sensed the tension in our voices. He stood onto his three good legs and hiked the left rear one up at the hip; it flopped unnaturally from side-to-side, like a pendulum. He hopped over to my side.

"Trust me," Jackson said, "It's the right thing to do; there are plenty of other dogs."

I stroked Checker's forehead and kicked my toe in the dirt. Ever impatient, Jackson said, "Well?"

When I looked up into his cherubic face, my thoughts were racing. Jackson was right: Checker was in a lot of pain.

"I'll get my gun," he said, turning toward his pickup where it lay on the dashboard, "He won't feel a thing."


I'd been grazing the sheep near the trail that was our 14-mile driveway. Sherry came by in our pickup to tell me the sister workers (our ministers) were coming to spend the night -- tonight. She, the kids and the workers would plan to have supper with me at the sheep camp, and then they would all go back to our house.

While we were talking, the heavily overcast sky was spitting rain at us. Checker had lain down under the edge of the pickup, out of the weather -- and fallen asleep. When Sherry began to drive away, the back wheel ran over his rear leg snapping it in two. He ran, yelping in extreme pain and shock.

We had just retrieved and calmed him (as best we could) when Jackson pulled up in his white, ranch-truck, towing my sheep camp and commissary wagon. He would be dropping the wagons beside the road several miles ahead, where I would be spending a few nights with the sheep before moving on to camp at a place called Black Bull Springs.

Upon Jackson's arrival, I thought: When it rains, it pours!

He had quickly sized up the situation, and now had been kind enough to offer to put Checker down for me.

"No," I answered, "I'll set his leg."

"Right!" he said, rolling his eyes. "And you'll have a crippled sheep dog!" He got into his pickup, slammed his door, and sped away -- the contents of the two camp wagons expressed his emotion as they banged noisily up and down with every bump in the road.

Photo © Larry T. Dake
Checker watches over grazing sheep.

Larry McCorkell sent us a manuscript he transcribed from his father's tape recorded memories and made it available to The Bulletin for a series of excerpts. These stories were originally tape recorded by Bruce McCorkell of his growing up days on the homestead near Effie in northern Minnesota. They were recorded from a period of the mid 1980's until the early 2000's. These are Bruce's words of happy, sad, funny, good, and hard times.


There was a lot of hard work. In the summer time we had to keep the weeds out of the garden and split wood for ma and carry that in and carry water. The well was across the road and down the hill and we were kept busy.

In haying time we had to help hay, when we got big enough, and that wasn't very big, either. When I could sit on the mower and handle the horses, I was cutting hay with the cycle hay mower.

Before we went to school, I got up and helped do the chores in the morning. We had a couple of cows and I gave them hay and chased them down to water. We didn't always bring them to the water because sometimes it was too cold. When it was real cold we only did it once a day.

In the evening, we had to get the wood in for the heating stove, if it was cold, and the cook stove for cooking and fill up the warming oven on the stove. That was a water reservoir. We had to keep the reservoir full of water because the heat from the stove kept that warm, so that was better than nothing. Then she'd dip it out of there and put it in a pan and it'd be partly warm.

We had lots of work to do, I'll tell you. Then there was a little schoolwork. And boy, we were dead, I'm telling you. We had to walk to school a mile and a quarter. A lot of people had a lot farther than that to go.

Bruce's father, D. Donald McCorkell, in front of the original homestead cabin ... before he married Olive (Bruce's mother).

Travelogue t

Photo © Curt Henderson
Lucky cows, near the little Swiss village of Gimmelwald.

Visiting Switzerland
by Patty Anderson Henderson
Minnetrista, MN

Curt and I were invited to join Curt's brother Owen, and his wife, Susan, on their trip to Europe -- and who in their right mind could refuse that kind of an offer? Twelve days is not enough time to see a massive amount of Europe, but the parts we saw, we loved! We flew into Paris on May 9th and returned May 20th. This is part two ... of about four.

We spent two nights in Lauterbrunnen and we were glad we did. One of our walking trips took us to Gimmelwald, an authentic Swiss village. [The panoramic picture show on the linked page is magnificent. --Photo Ed.] This little village has very little influence by tourism, for now at least! We were able to see many cows grazing in their fields with the clang, clang of their cow bells. We sampled many wonderful cheeses and, of course, chocolate! Owen and Curt felt "obligated" to eat chocolate daily! Luckily, we walked a lot.

Photos © Curt Henderson
Top of Jungfrau: the 11 mile glacier, left; observatory on the peak, right; the view as we were walking on the glacier -- note the observatory in the distance.

From Lauterbrunnen, we took a tram to the top of the Schilthorn. This mountain may be recognizable to some as it has a revolving restaurant (Piz Gloria) on top where you can enjoy a meal while watching the awesome Swiss views. We chose to have coffee and hot chocolate for fear of having to sell our first child to pay the bill! The Piz Gloria has a "Hollywood claim to fame" because it was reportedly blown up in a James Bond film.

The next day we journeyed to the "top of Europe." Jungfrau's summit is the highest point in Europe. The summit is about 13,800 feet; we got to 11,000 feet (by train). We walked out onto the glacier. The glacier is about 11 miles long and it provided some wonderful scenery. During our trek onto the glacier, we saw an avalanche for the first time. We actually heard it before we saw it.

The next part of our journey was to Montreux and Lausanne by panoramic train. This leg of the journey found us sitting in the nose of the train ... ahead of the conductor, so there was only glass between the Swiss countryside and us! Cows would graze right up to the tracks, so we saw more than one close up of their faces! Happy cows!

Again, we walked around to take in the sights and sounds of the French portion of Switzerland. Bern and Luzern (or sometimes spelled Lucerne) is the German part, and Lausanne is the French speaking part. We didn't get to the Italian speaking part of Switzerland ... next time?

We took a boat ride on Lake Geneva with a magnificent backdrop of the Alps! What more could one ask for? This area is well known for their production of wines and, again, chocolate! The grapes blanket the countryside. The museums and castles are amazing. Susan is an architect, so during her college studies she studied many of these fantastic structures. She served as an expert guide!

Photo © Curt Henderson
Patty & Curt, Lausanne, with Lake Geneva and the Alps in the background.

$  A Long Time Ago   !

Photo © Jerrianne Lowther
Kyra sniffing rhododendron blossom along the Blue Ridge Parkway.

Appalachian Trail Trek: June 1973
by Jerrianne Lowther
Anchorage, AK

I doubt Kyra will ever forget her 11th birthday. Instead of a hoped-for party in town, on June 4th we faced a steep 3,000-foot mountain, fully exposed to the broiling sun, high humidity and an overgrown path lined with waist-high stinging nettles. We needed to start as early as possible and hike as fast as we could to get out of the sun before we burned to a crisp.

Your birthday, we said, begins when we get to the top of the mountain. It's cold now. Soon it will be blistering hot. You can choose to wear long pants and melt from the heat or zip off the legs and wear shorts through the stinging nettles. Both options stink. It's your choice.

Kyra braved the nettles in shorts; we all did. We marched up that mountain and rested on top, near a spring. At suppertime, we baked a birthday cake in our cookpot, Dutch oven style, with a little twig fire in the pie pan lid. And there was a birthday present: a hand lettered card that said: "Whereas the Appalachian Ten-Year-Old has been a fine and pleasant companion for most of these 735 miles, she may redeem this certificate at trail's end for one ten-speed bicycle." We sang "Happy Birthday" and ten-year-old Kyra officially turned eleven.

"Color exploded around us. Stands of rhododendron and mountain laurel bloomed in full glory. Mountainsides near and far showed bright splashes of pink, purple, and orange. Towering bushes crowded the winding trail; Jerri paused often to smell and admire their rain-splattered blossoms. We walked carefully on fallen leaves and petals that made a fragile carpet of the path.

"Rain and scattered fog continued for days as we walked northeast to follow the Blue Ridge Parkway. We crossed it many times. Headlight beams of approaching cars sometimes picked us out of the mist -- three orange blurs emerging from one side of the roadway, vanishing moments later on the other. Jerri pointed out honeysuckle, beargrass, wild strawberries and roses, and a tulip tree that soared to the sky, its orange and white blossoms burning like candles on every branch. And to the tune of [the Beatles song] 'Eleanor Rigby,' Kyra quietly sang:

'"All the rhododendron, where do they all come from? [Where do they all belong?].'" --from Walking North, by Mic Lowther.

Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of
Hetty Hooper

This Week's Special Days
June 14---Flag Day

This Week's Birthdays
June 8---Ashley Huseby (5 years)
June 11---George John Larson
June 11---McKenna Christine Ostendorf (1 year)
June 12---Andrea Dake Mendez
Happy Birthday!

This Week's Anniversaries
June 8---Jeff and Jessica Myron Gauderman (1 year)
June 10---Jim and Kristi Larson Indermark (8 years)

More June Birthdays
June 1---Jeremiah Dake
June 4---Merna Hellevang
June 5---Rian de Been van Gageldonk
June 6---Jettison Quaid Freesemann (3 years)
June 7---Shane Swenson

June 16---Gina Henderson
June 17---Louise Cloyd
June 18---Caitlynn Mae Chap (12 years)
June 19---Doris Anderson
June 19---Ashley Meyer
June 20---Spencer Aydelotte
June 20---Roy Droel
June 20---Julian Montford
June 21---Ary Ommert, Jr.
June 24---Aiden Montford (5 years)
June 25---Ben Henderson
June 26---Greg Wm. Dake
June 26---De Myer
June 27---Sam Mellon
June29---Tim Huseby
June 29---Trinidy Creede Roberson (2 years)

More June Anniversaries
June 3---Larry and Ginny Dake McCorkell (36 years)
June 6---Wyatt and Jolene Johnson (10 years)
June 7---Clark and Susan Miller Smith (17 years)

June 18---Jason and Tami Anderson Hunt (4 years)
June 19---Curt and Patty Anderson Henderson (26 years)
June 20---Rich and Marlene Anderson Johnson (27 years)
June 20---Steve and Marian Miller (38 years)

June Special Days
June 6---D Day
June 14---Flag Day
June 15---Father's Day
June 21---First Day of Summer

Miss Hetty's Mailbox:

Dear Miss Hetty,

It was so much fun getting and seeing the cute birthday card you sent this morning. We watched it several times and I will be looking at it again in the future. I want to thank you very much for remembering me for my birthday and Tom and me on our anniversary with the nice e-mail cards.

Mavis Morgan
Hope, ND

Thank you so much for the lovely anniversary card in remembrance of our 51st anniversary. It was so cute and we enjoyed it a lot.

We are not going to have a party this year. We were in Fargo today (Friday) and will mow tomorrow (Saturday). We will go to Fargo again Sunday for our granddaughter Lindsay Hellevang's graduation and then again to Fargo on Monday for a dentist appointment. There is no time to celebrate -- except for all the times we need, and get, to eat meals in Fargo.

Mavis and Tom Morgan
Hope, ND

Thank you for the reminder of how many years we have been married ... if it wasn't for The Bulletin ... how would I know which anniversary we were celebrating?

We did go out for steak ... otherwise, it was quite uneventful. Have you ever noticed older couples when they go out to eat? Then you can probably picture us on our anniversary... :]

Thanks for the delightful card ... Jacquie Lawson sure has a great thing going. I wonder how she makes those animated cards ... I find them fascinating!


Thank you. Thirty-six years of happy wedded bliss. :-) lm

From Ginny and Larry McCorkell
Blaine, MN

Okay, so I've never been one to be on time. Thank you so much for my birthday e-card. It's always nice to find something on your computer waiting for you to start the day. As far as my birthday went, I tried to take a picture to send of my festivities but my computer died and since I don't know how to do it any other way, we are without pictures.

The day of my b-day was pretty uneventful. My family wanted to take me out for supper but I've been under the weather and eating has not been on my priority list so I thought that would be a waste. So we stayed home and made chicken on the grill (actually Doug did -- I just bought it). It was very nice to be home and the weather was pretty decent.

Bridget Larson
Ashby, MN

Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell; photo by Sarah Steinhauer
Levi Steinhauer gets a haircut for his third birthday.

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?

'Many Thankse

Miss Hetty


Click here to review last week's Bulletin

Great Bulletin! What a clever picture puzzle from Ginny. Loved that! Was glad to hear Cheerio showed up safe and sound -- love a good ending!

Larry's living his dream was a terrific story. Thanks for sharing with us, Larry.

I called Patty to tell her how much I enjoyed their Travelogue and pictures! Requested he post all of the 600 somewhere we can share them, as I'm sure each one is as gorgeous as the rest. Good job, Curt! Looking forward to more "living room travel"!

Donna Johnson
Ashby, MN

Dot, that was a very nice write up about MY uncles. Dad often mentioned about the brothers and their playing together. I have copied this last article.

As a younger man, [Dave] Kelly from Darwin had contacted Steve or my brother Tom.

Jim Miller
Bradenton, FL

Editor's comment: I do hope to hear from any other Miller who might have further information. Thanks for your note.

What is really relaxing is The Bulletin! Some really good writers -- even about sheep -- and homesteading.

I bet you enjoy your new place! Pictures look cozy!

Lorraine C. Tabor
Northfield, MN

Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
by Betty Droel
MoundsView, MN

I think that is the one and only time I will ever see a hot air balloon over Luzern, Switzerland. Roy's ancestors came from Switzerland, so anytime we see something about it we become very interested. We were especially interested in the huge mountains they have there. Thanks for the Travelogue story of your time there. So nice to see the picture. We remember Owen so well, but hadn't seen a picture of his wife that I remember of.

Thanks for every single Update -- even to the rain you finally had in South Dakota. With our weather being so unpredictable, you do value all the rain and sun on schedule, but not tornados.

I loved those pictures of Ethan and Carrie. The first thing I saw was the exact, same eyes. It was so impressive how they both had the same expression and look. There was no doubt but what they were a brother and sister. They have certainly grown up.

Elaine, we think of you with the home dialysis. Wonderful they have that accommodation, but not wonderful that you are needing it. We hope this finds you able to keep comfortable and without pain or problems. It was so good to know you were still getting out in your flowers. We know they are like friends to you.

We never know what Bitzi is going to photograph next. She even made the maple leaves look artisitic and unusual against the sky. I saw her last evening. She has the most twinkly smile and happy eyes. We had given her some small leftover and she returned our container filled with the dark chocolates, just like Roy loves. How did she know?

Oh my goodness -- we read about Cheerio, holding our breaths. I don't know why we are so interested in Kyra's and Ken's cats, but they almost seem like long distance family to us, being we hear about them in The Bulletin regularly. There is always a great picture of one or all of them. Beautiful cats, and what an anxious few days until Cheerio was back home again. Funny how he meows loudly now if he's left alone. He's not forgetting his episode, and not about to let it happen again.

I wish I were more puzzle minded, but I just didn't take the time to find all the hidden items in the beautiful flowers. I enjoyed the picture of the flowers the most.

The photo of the baseball-playing men would be a rare treasure to the families of those pictured on it. No matter how young or how strong or how athletic one is, time passes and so do they. Memories keep them before our mind's eye, though, and I have memories of Billy Miller that I will always keep. My sister-in-law's grandpa is how I knew him.

LTD always writes such picturesque stories that we lose ourselves in the events as though we were right there watching them happen. I think I could even smell the sheep. Time is so limited for this LTTE, but if I had unlimited time today I would write quite a lot in comment to "A Place in Oregon." It was a great story, Larry. Thank you.

I was very interested in the Homesteading Days story by Bruce McCorkell, taking place in Effie. I remember seeing an old old home in the trees that someone pointed out as being that home. At least I THINK I did -- maybe I am dreaming. But, we were in Effie.

I could hardly wait to page through The Bulletin until I came to the next chapter of the Appalachian Trail trek. There it was, with the pictures that were kept all these years and very clear and colorful, even today. I remembered reading in Walking North about the pie à la mode, which I could not imagine them having without it melting, but I see there is a picture of it happening, so it must have. Can you even begin to understand what a trek that would have been, even just looking at the pictures? Such loads for them to carry, especially Kyra at 10 years old. Seeing the tent "in person" in a picture helps to follow along in the story of the travels, which were so often in the rain and even in the snow at times.

That picture of Hunter is absolutely priceless! It would make a great advertisement for some drink he was enjoying There is no way to describe that picture to do it justice. Talk about photogenic! Hunter is one photo sensation after the other without even trying.

I recognize Crocus and Mayflowers more than the name Pasqueflowers. Thanks, photo editor, for the reminder that I really have seen these more than I had thought.

GLAAAAAD to see the Foto-funnies by McDouglas again. We miss that pair illustrating some funny photo when it's missing in an issue.

We are enjoying some very special company this week. I should be making lunch, but wanted to put something into an LTTE to show our appreciation again for another Bulletin that was there right on time. I can just warm up some leftovers. I'm glad you don't do that with Bulletin stories, ha.

Betty Droel

P.S. I quickly put leftovers on the table for noon, trying to see how much I could get done on the LTTE before we left for the afternoon, and I did finish it except for a comment on the Quotation for the day, which I really was impressed with. It is just such a serious truth that our seeds sown is the harvest we can expect ... but I forgot to add that at the end.


Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell; photo by Kimberly Johnson
McKenna checks out a funny flower...

To search a name in Who's Who or Who's Where: click on the link to open the page, then use CONTROL F on a PC or COMMAND F on a Mac. To search for a second occurrence of the name, use CONTROL G on a PC or COMMAND G on a Mac. (This works on ANY web page with text, unless the text is converted to an image. Chances are, it works in your e-mail, too.) HINT: Search by first name only, as most entries list the family name once but do not repeat the last name for each family member. In Who's Where you can search on state or city names, too.

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