Sunday, August 10, 2008
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Update -- a visit to Lake Superior's north shore
Update -- Sully celebrates 4th birthday
We had a "Dinosaur Dig" birthday party for Sully on Saturday. Today, since it's his actual birthday, we're going to go to a jump house and then go get sno-cones. Then, we'll probably eat supper at McDonald's ... oh, the joy and simplicity of being 4!
Update -- Virginia Adair (no news is good news)
Just a short note to tell you there is no new news. Today is Wednesday, and I am home until tomorrow evening, when I will return to Alexandria. Friday Ginn has her three-week-post-surgery appointment with the surgeon to see how things are progressing. Until then all I can report is things are going well, so far.
Ginn is still getting some rehab therapy, but will soon be at the point where they can do nothing more until she can put some weight on that leg, probably another three weeks. Then she will have to learn how to get around with a walker, and to maneuver up the two steps and threshold to get into our house.
It will still be a long process, but although the leg is weak, the will is strong, and although walking will likely never be as good as before the accident, I know she will do well. I just hope she can get used to my cooking and the way I do the laundry!
Next week's report should have some more details.
Love those cards and letters. And phone calls. Thanks from us both.
Update -- a visit to Sauk Centre, Minnesota
We spent the week after the 4th of July at our lake home and also visiting area historic and scenic sites. Our first stop for a bit of history was Sauk Centre, home of Sinclair Lewis. And also home to Larry and Shirley Ostendorf, Shawn's parents!
There's a bit of controversy over Mr. Lewis as his book, Main Street, was not welcomed by all the town's inhabitants. Regardless of one's personal opinion of Sinclair Lewis, it was great to learn a bit about that time in history and about the area. We visited the interpretive center, located right off the freeway, to get a brief summary of his life and his work.
Next to the interpretive center was an old schoolhouse, which we were able to visit only because there happened to be two people staffing the interpretive center that day. (If you are ever interested in checking out the schoolhouse, be sure to call ahead to make sure there's someone who can open it up for you!) The pictures show that McKenna took a liking to Sinclair and also had a fun time in the schoolhouse!
After the interpretive center and schoolhouse, we visited the local museum in the basement of the library. It was fun learning about the town's beginning and seeing some historical pieces.
Our next stop was the boyhood home of Sinclair Lewis. We didn't get any pictures of the inside but it was a neat experience.
We ended the day with lunch at the Palmer House, which is on the state and national historic registers. It was fun finally seeing the inside of this hotel and restaurant as we'd driven by it umpteen times on our way to visit Shawn's grandpa in the nursing home. There are some ghost stories surrounding this hotel so, for those interested, you may want to check out more info online!
It was quite the busy day but McKenna (and Mommy and Daddy) all held up just fine and it was fun seeing a bit of history.
Day to Day R
Bec Brings Boys To Visit Caity
Bec, Caity's half sister, and her three boys were up for a visit last weekend. The boys loved attending the parade in Elbow Lake. The candy catching proved to be good; they each ended up with a good sized bag of candy!
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?
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 are my two younger brothers, Tom and Dick (Miller) and the pups are Andy (the bigger one) and Amos (the smaller one). The pups were a sort of fox hound. Our family had a fox farm up on the hill -- it had a fence around it and inside the fence were kennels. Sometimes a fox would dig its way out of its kennel and then it was the job of the dogs to corner it in a pen made out of fence ... where the foxes would go to escape the dogs. Of course, the dogs would not hurt the foxes (but the foxes didn't know that). These dogs were important helpers in caring for the foxes we raised.
My GUESS on the picture this week is a couple of the Millers. I will guess Jim Miller and Dick Miller. Can't wait to see how far off I am. That was truly a guess and stab in the dark.
Betty Weiland Droel
A late guess on Tom and Dick...
The Dake kids enjoyed them from kid through adulthood as friends, Tom and Dick Miller. Although you could second guess yourself and wonder if it could be Robert and John. Amazing how much siblings can look alike in their younger years.
Gert Dake Pettit
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.
My mother had the reputation of making the best butter. Settlers in those days had a couple cows and they'd make butter. If they didn't have a cream separator, they'd skim it off the milk. They'd make their butter.
They usually had one pound or two-pound crocks that they made it in. Maybe it was larger. They might have had a three-pound crock too, depending on how much cream and how often. They didn't necessarily like sweet cream butter. They wanted butter. Butter is butter, you know, not sour but somewhere in between there.
My mother had a way of making butter. We had to turn the crank on the churn and we didn't like that.
"Just keep on."
Crank, crank, crank, crank. Sometimes it took a long time to make it turn to butter and sometimes it didn't. Then she'd drain the buttermilk off. We saved it and used it to drink or to make pancakes.
We had to carry water. That was the next project. We would pour water in there. She had a butter paddle and a wooden bowl. She'd keep working that butter and when the water got milky she'd pour it away and put some fresh water in it. She kept doing that until there was no more buttermilk that would come out of that butter.
That was probably one of the secrets of good butter. I just think so. Somebody that knows more about butter making than I do could probably tell you the same thing. She would put the right amount salt in it. She made good butter. She wasn't stingy on the salt, but didn't have too much. It seemed to be just right. They'd take it to town.
Sometimes we'd go without butter at home and other people would do the same thing because they needed to trade the butter for flour and sugar and the necessary staples. Later she got a one pound butter press. That was easier for them. She'd wrap it in wax paper, I suppose. They didn't put it in zip lock bags either. That was easier for the store people.
They sold it by the pound. They'd have it in the icebox at the old Al Anderson store. She'd make those pounds of butter. When we'd go to town she'd take a few eggs along and that butter and whatever she had, and trade it for whatever groceries they needed. She'd buy a sack of midlings, maybe a sack of bran for her chickens. Sometimes we had to feed the calf a little of that in order to fatten him up a little bit, so we could have beef in the fall.
The butter making was really good, but people would come into the store and want Mrs. McCorkell's butter.
"Got any of Olive's butter?"
Not that the other butter wasn't all right. There was nothing wrong with other people's butter but I think she just worked it a little more, I really do. She worked that buttermilk out so the water was clear as it could ever be. I can see her turning that butter over with that paddle yet. She could really do it, I'll tell you.
Huayhuash Trek Of Peru
The morning of the fourth day involved a three-hour bus ride and then a two-hour bus ride, working our way further into the mountains. The last two-hour bus ride was part of the [hiking] circuit prior to recent completion of this "road." This saved us about 15 miles of hiking. I enjoyed every minute of the rough gravel road winding up and down the mountains, noticing the descent of 3,000 feet and then a climb of 4,000 feet we did not have to hike.
We arrive at the village of Pocpa around 1 p.m. Rodrigo tells us to wait by our gear and wanders off into the village. Downstream from where we stand several ladies are washing laundry in the river. He returns after a while and tells us a truck will take us further up the road to where we can camp for the night. He says someone will show up with mules the next morning.
We climb into the back of a truck, along with a few other local people and their children. Kjirsten had thought they were taking us just a short distance up the newly constructed road. This short distance continued to grow and after about a 45-minute, slow ride we realize we have just gained another 10 miles and about another 3,000 feet of elevation we will not have to hike and climb. Our initial disappointment of not having donkeys for day one turned into a much more pleasant surprise gift of time and energy.
In Pocpa, we pay a local woman for camping and eat leftover banana pancakes from the Café Andino in Huaraz for lunch.
Later, we catch a ride in the open box of a truck about 45 minutes up the valley to the first campground at Matacancha, saving us 12 miles of drudgery, hiking along the dirt road. After Kjirsten and I hiked a couple of hours up the mountain to get a better view of the valley, chicken with bread and fruit made a great dinner. We had skinned, deboned and frozen a roasted chicken at our hostel in Huaraz so we wouldn't have to cook dinner the first night, thinking we would be hiking that distance.
To be continued...
$ A Long Time Ago !
Appalachian Trail Trek: August 1973
We said goodbye to Rainer a few miles before we left Connecticut and entered Massachusetts. Shelters and campsites were hard to come by sometimes but there were still berries -- and bugs. We paid a visit to Mrs. Genevieve Hutchinson and signed her hikers' guest book, which she had been keeping for the past 35 years. She put stars by our names to show we were hiking from Georgia to Maine.
"If you send me a card when you reach Mount Katahdin, I'll color the stars, to show you've finished."
We were among the last to sign her book as she passed on, in her 91st year, the following February.
In Pittsfield, instead of going to a motel to pack up food for the next two weeks of trail, we rented a U-Haul van and used it to tote our groceries, our packs and ourselves to Berry Pond for two nights of car camping. We had visited Berry Pond several times during my college years, in the fall when the leaves turned color. It was one of our favorite places, much more fun than a motel.
We called the Doerings at Mission Control and asked them to mail our down jackets and winter sleeping bags. Summer was fading fast and we would soon be in mountains above 5,000 feet.
"Countryside gave way to estates and farms, to cottages and roadside homes, and to Tyringham, Massachusetts. Downtown. The next water and wooded area lay five miles ahead.
"'Any rooms or places to camp nearby?' I asked the postmistress, who was also keeper of the general store.
"'None that I know of,' she said.
"'I'd hoped to find something so we wouldn't have to walk after dark to get out of town.'
"'People have camped across the way a time or two.'
"'Thank you,' I said.
"We pitched our tent under an immense weeping willow just off the library lawn. Cars passed regularly on the town's main road fifty feet away. Occasional pedestrians stopped, glanced our way, and walked on. After dark, a street light shone in our front door. Then rain came, dripping in great, thumping drops from branches overhead. We passed the night undisturbed.
"'The dog takes the cat, the dog takes the cat, hi ho the derry oh ...'
"Kyra was singing The Farmer in the Dell. I wouldn't have thought it unusual, but it was six-thirty in the morning.
"'Are you okay, Kyra?' I asked.
"'The cat takes the mouse, the cat takes the mouse ...'
"'Let's go before the library opens,' Jerri advised.
"'The mouse takes the cheese ...'
"'By all means,' I replied; 'an Early Start!'
"We were on our way at 6:45." --from Walking North, by Mic Lowther.
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Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Here is a picture of the boys, Aiden and Austin, taken yesterday. Austin will be three on Tuesday. We had a fun afternoon and evening with Anne, Julian and the boys. Austin's gifts largely had a fireman's theme to them. Today they are going to Disneyland.
Sam and Julie just stopped by for a brief visit and we went out to dinner. All is well in the Mellon household. Hope you and Don are doing well.
Thank you so much for Sully's birthday e-card. He loved it!
On another note, we are expecting our third little one. I am due on January 15. I will hopefully find out in a few weeks if it's a boy or girl. How exciting!
Thank you for the e-card. I thoroughly enjoyed 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?
I just had a friend call wondering why her e-mails to me were coming back. Yesterday Russ' cousin sent me some old photographs she had scanned, which needed to be shrunk ... they took a zillion "bytes" or whatever ... plugged up my mailbox, I guess. So I went to The Bulletin Archive ... and yes, there is one for this week ... my mistake. Mailbox too full ... sorry! I did miss The Bulletin today, though! Thanks again for all the work you do!
Hi Dorothy, I hope you're doing well. Dan sent me the latest edition of The Bulletin. I see my cousin Brenda Fillbrand wanted you to greet us for her. Do you have her e-mail address so I could write to her?
Do you have a section of e-mail addresses maybe I overlooked?
Thanks, Colleen (Mellon) Scott
Editor's Note: Good to hear from you, Colleen, and I will send the e-mail in a separate note. We do not post e-mails on the web page (with the exception of mine). I care for incoming mail and forward what needs to be. I know Brenda will enjoy hearing from you. Your cousin, Dorothy Dake Anderson
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
One thing I appreciate most about the first picture this time is that it is one Donna Mae had taken. She works so hard to provide such interesting stories and pictures for The Bulletin, and this one is so totally different than previous pictures. It is so exciting to scroll down to see what the first picture is this time. The variety of subtle colors of the mine looked like a painting. That would be a trip the children (and adults) will remember.
We had been to the iron mines, and it is so vast. Seems like such a lot of land used up, but likely it produced necessary iron ore. Roy was fascinated by that huge truck, too, so we bought a toy one in the gift shop there. However, it is pretty big to keep anywhere but the storage closet. I thought he had to have it at the time, though.
I had to smile to myself, wondering which relation to the Morgans that was riding the wake at the family retreat. I looked at the pictures on Ryan's web site at the XL size -- 72 of them. It told the story in pictures of a wonderful time for a wonderful family.
Thanks, Cap'n Jack, for the Update on Virginia again. It's a good thing she is so patient, as well as yourself, as this is getting to be a long ordeal. Things that seemed so important, like lawn and flowers and garden, are having to take second place now.
The Update of Don and Dorothy's company was bringing us up to date on the Johnsons. We had been wondering about them, and the next work project. It sounds like it will be the opposite end of the States. All new experiences, and new friends, but you will meet some old friends mingled in there, I'm sure.
It was very special to see the family table at Perkins, and to see the glowing faces of all. We hope to meet Don and Patty soon; although they are not too far away from us, it still is not likely we will cross paths.
Now, that was a rare treat! To see the picture of Kyra as of now. We have been following her "10-year-old" pictures, so no wonder we were pretty thrilled to finally see a recent one. The scones were supposed to be the focus of the picture, but they weren't.
I was wondering how those grandkitties could ever behave so well as to trust them home alone? Were they confined to an area? Oh, we have heard of beautiful, magnificent Banff National Park in Canada all our lives, but never have gotten near there. Mitzi would be a good one to discuss hiking with!
Como Zoo was our entertainment most of the time when we had friends visiting the cities in our young years. So, it was fun to read that it is still a main attraction.
Mimi's cyber-kitchen was so detailed that I got lost in thought and imagination scanning it. I looked up a couple recipes, but thought I had better finish my LTTE first and then go back and research it. I need time for a nap, too, this Sunday afternoon before we leave.
I wouldn't have thought Bruce McCorkell could write such a detailed diary of the "Old Days," but it seems people were all doing the same things in that day, without electricity and modern equipment. Hard, long, toiling hours in the sun and in the barn.
The Travelogue has some excellent photo work. The depth of the scenery as well as the close up characters was so clear and sharp. I hope they don't lose that camera -- it is remarkable. Like in the Appalachian Trek, they look so groomed and rested. They just couldn't be, but it looks that way on the picture. I see where they were getting a rest here and there, though. Would have to be very weary to sleep on those slabs of rock. Good thing they have a doctor and a nearly doctor with them.
It often comes to mind how proud and interested Donald B. Johnson would have been to observe his children being so adventurous. I have a feeling Twila was just as happy to be home by the stove and oven.
A Long Time Ago keeps getting more and more understandable with the pictures included, as they are. I had read about this Mrs. Fischer in the book Walking North, but never pictured her to look like this picture. My vision of Rainer Ober was a tall, slim, sort of withdrawn, scruffy-looking, middle-aged person. So, I was surprised to see that he was that young, clean-cut person on the picture! Also, packing food into the backpacks at the post office -- I had visualized Mic was doing it at the counter inside the post office, but here it is outside. A picture is worth a thousand words.
To my shock and surprise, there was a picture of all THREE of the Appalachian Trek celebrities. Finally, a picture of Jerrianne, too. She looks so young on that picture. What stamina, and what determination to ever complete that trek.
Wasn't that just the cutest picture of Hunter and his horse? I loved the caption, SONS up ... rise and shine. For sure, when the son gets up, the day is definitely started so you might as well rise and shine, too. That picture had better be put in Hunter's keepsakes.
In my Dear Miss Hetty letter, I had mentioned our computer problems. Well, we are still having them. We are on our second new computer now, which we are hoping will work like we want it to for e-mail and card programs. It is not trouble free yet, but Rich (my brother) has spent many of his valuable hours trying to solve it for us. Having had a crash actually two times, I am paranoid about hitting any keys.
But I see it has cooperated in the writing of this LTTE, which I hope can be another THANKS to our Editor and Photo Editor for one more grand keepsake, Bulletin #320.
Betty Droel and Roy
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