Sunday, December 28, 2008
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Happy New Year!
FAMILY UPDATE -- Season's Greetings
Winter has arrived in Southern California. Our temperatures range between 50 and 60 degrees during the day, then drop at night. We've had rain and more is expected Christmas Day. From a distance you can see the local mountains with snow caps.
We're behind getting ready for Christmas this year. We had new dual-pane windows and patio door installed last week. Not the best timing with our cold, rainy weather. But we are so pleased with the results and it makes a big difference. Hopefully, our utility bills will be more reasonable! :-)
We did manage to get some cards and pictures mailed -- they should be arriving soon. Our Christmas letter updates -- Lisa moved to Laguna Niguel last summer to be closer to her new job. She rents a very nice loft and is happy with the way things are going.
Steven has been with his current company a little over a year -- it's a family owned financial firm and he likes it.
Lori is still working for the same company and Keith continues to manage the company's daily affairs -- his boss is basically semi-retired. They have a growing photo business, mainly for family photos, kids, and special occasions. This keeps them on the run, especially during holidays, but they seem to like it and make a good team.
Junior and I keep up with our activities and time flies! I've been busy with my work, but putting things on hold after today and plan to cook and bake tomorrow. Kids will all be here for Christmas and need to get a menu planned. :-)
Want to say thank you for your e-mails, notes, letters, and photos. It's nice to hear. Hope all is well in your corner of the world. Merry Christmas from all of us and best wishes for the New Year!
UPDATE -- Snow delays homecoming for Barb Anderson
Barb was supposed to come home Sunday night, but her flight out of Portland was cancelled. She's sent pictures -- they have INCHES of snow, wind, freezing rain on top of it all. So far she has power, but some parts of the Portland area don't. She had to reschedule her flight, so now plans to come Wednesday. But it's still snowing off and on, and the Monday flights were cancelled, too, so we'll see what happens by Wednesday.
UPDATE -- Myrons visit Morgans in Florida
"OK, airlines, here we come." Those were the thoughts of the Tim Myrons as they set out from Grand Forks, North Dakota, to Estero, Florida, for a winter vacation. You see, they brought a raft along to use in the Gulf of Mexico. They will likely be sending in some photos of that later.
So after a big day at Lovers Key Beach Park on Estero Boulevard on December 25th, they came to have supper with us, Tom and Mavis. We had gotten a good catch of salmon at Albertson's so this is what we enjoyed around the table and, of course, a good visit, too. We had broiled the salmon with seafood seasoning on it and then added our own lemon juice when we ate it, to make it to our own liking. Everyone seemed to enjoy it a lot.
When we finished eating, we all went down to join some friends, the Dahlquists, at the Shuffleboard court. They were six to play as some had come from Minnesota to enjoy some warmth and sun. After some showed their "skills" and others our "rustiness," we came back to the house for popcorn and checking e-mail and new pictures of Tim and Char's granddaughter, Alexa Ann Gauderman. Lonesomeness is not unnoticed in lots of cases.
Happy New Year to you all.
Mavis and Tom Morgan and Guests
UPDATE -- some assembly required...
Maybe you remember the 16 ft. Snowzilla 2005 and 22 ft. Snowzilla 2006 ... his triumphs and his troubles ... from earlier Bulletins. This year we have snow up to our ears ... and when it looked like Snowzilla might be reborn, suddenly a "cease and desist" order banned the building of Snowzilla 2008. Yet suddenly, the day before Christmas, Snowzilla magically reappeared, 25 feet high, even bigger than before ... to the consternation of grinches everywhere.
Now, you know that Miss Jerrianne is not exactly a poster child for civil disobediance -- that would be Mai Tai, not Miss Jerrianne -- but she laughed and cheered ... and zipped right over and took his picture, just like in previous years, so Snowzilla 2008 could be in The Bulletin. Even the editorial writers at The Anchorage Daily News were happy to hear that the grinches would leave Snowzilla 2008 in peace until after the holidays. That's the proper spirit, they said. Still, the fuss goes on!
Today we got pictures from Kyra and Ken showing how they spent Christmas day assembling "Epcat Center" for the grandkitties (a gift from their Grandpa Mic). They sent so many pictures that Miss Jerrianne made a web gallery, so you can see them, too. Click here for the web gallery.
UPDATE -- Christmas and Beaver's birthday at the farm
Wyatt, Jolene and their girls arrived Tuesday night. Jessy, Chris and Weston came Wednesday morning and Ben, Ashley and Becky joined us in the afternoon. With Lori so close to her due date, we missed having the Ostendorfs with us this year.
Our normal tradition of gift opening in the evening was changed to the middle of the afternoon, with great approval from the children. Wyatt, Jolene and family had a beautiful meal waiting for them at her folks's place later than they normally did, so we switched it around this year to accommodate. Plus, Ben and Ashley went to her family's in the evening.
Our evening was totally different, with so few people. We also changed our meal from steaks over the fireplace to tenderloin on the grill, as well as the sautéed shrimp Chris makes (and other trimmings). Must say it was still very delicious! Our smaller group of people had a very fun time and awesome eats (as usual)!
Beaver, Weston, Jessy, Chris, Caity and I played Phase 10 for 3-1/2 hours! I think that is pretty much, hands down, the longest game I've ever been involved in! And, we only played ONE game. It took that long to get all the phases done and a winner. Not to brag, but I actually won and Caity took second place. Chris had the fewest points, but didn't finish all his phases. Kept us busy! I had no clue that that much time had passed until someone commented on the longevity of the one game!
Day to Day R
Ashby School Holiday Program
Monday evening Beaver and I took Caity and Jayce into town for their Christmas program at the school. I forgot to get a program, so I can't share the songs they were singing and my memory is off, so I can't remember them, either.
It was a nice program, including both elementary and high school. Caity not only sang, but this year played flute in the band. We sat on the wrong side of the gym to hear if she was actually playing or not. (Grin)
I could see Jayce's mouth moving most of the time, so I assume he actually did some singing this year. Caity was behind someone too tall, to see more than just the top of her head, so no group pictures of her class. Or none where she showed.
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.
Well for once I DID know all the answers, so I figured I should guess. The first picture is Jayce, Mason, Rylie and McKenna. The second picture is Wyatt, Camryn, McKenna and Logan, along with half of Jolene.
Well, not exactly a "guess" on my part, but still, I have to comment on those pictures! They were taken in Mom and Dad's community party room during our family holiday gathering.
Those cuties in the first picture are: Jayce Chap, Mason Henderson, Rylie Johnson and, down in front, McKenna Ostendorf.
The next picture is our son Wyatt Johnson with his wife, Jolene, looking on. He has his lap full of precious little ones: Camryn Johnson, McKenna Ostendorf and Logan Henderson. Are they not just so adorable? (NOT that I'm partial or anything.)
Donna Anderson Johnson
My guess ... (more like a "know")...
Those are my kin you have all lined up there A couple grandchildren ... Wyatt and Jolene Johnson (though Jolene is only partly showing) in the right hand picture. Now I would think you had heard all about their triplets, haven't you? He is certainly proud of those young ones!
What is that you say, they aren't all his? I think you must be the one mistaken. OH, I SEE, the one on his right is his cutie Camryn, and the one in the middle is his niece McKenna Ostendorf and the little guy on his left is Logan Henderson (first cousin, once removed, you say -- are you sure?). Well, at any rate, they are all happy right there in his lap.
Now the big ones on the davenport in the left hand picture are all great grand children of Don's and mine. Starting from left and going right: Jayce Chap, Mason Henderson, and Rylie Johnson who is ruffling McKenna Ostendorf's hair all up. We had such a wonderful time on the winter holiday party where those pictures were taken by Lori Chap Ostendorf on December 6, 2008.
The GUESS pictures are going to be easy for most, but I would have to research back into the Archives to be sure about the children with Wyatt, other than McKenna and Jayce.
Betty Weiland Droel
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.
Our neighbors just to the west were a German couple. They talked broken. She was quite a heavy lady and a very good cook and baker, and Frank Storest was a little short, skinny fellow. A lot of people walked in those days. Everybody walked, really. You'd see him coming up the road. He'd be swinging his arms sideways across the front of him, way out, just as far as he could, back and forth. You could always tell when old Frank Storest was coming up the road because he'd be swinging his arms.
One thing that he used to say was, "Fourteen days ago." "It was fourteen days ago." I can hear him telling my dad, "Fourteen days ago this happened or that happened," and the fourteen. I remember my dad saying one time, "Everything is fourteen days ago."
I remember one thing about Mrs. Storest; she had the nicest smell in her house. She didn't have kids so it was easy to keep and it was just a log house and she was a good baker. They had a window on the north side and up against the wall right under the window, was the kitchen table. The salt and pepper and sugar and a little cup with some spoons in it were always covered with a dishtowel on the kitchen table. That was the neatest thing, I thought.
Ma would want to borrow a cup of flour or something. They traded back and forth in those days, so when we'd go there she'd always have a cookie for us. It seemed like every time we went down there she must have baked because it smelled so good with those cookies, not that we didn't have cookies at home, but I don't know what, I just thought that was so nice. We just loved that.
She talked broken. "Vat," she'd say and "mit." Everything was "mit." "Vat is mit?" She'd say that. "What is with, something?" "Vat is mit?" That was kind of funny. We just loved to go down there.
Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro
The plan was to get up at 11:30 p.m. and be on the trail at midnight to have a shot a summiting by sunrise, around 6:30 a.m. We take our time drinking tea, eating a bit of oatmeal and a few cookies, with a reluctance to crawl out of our warm sleeping bags. Our appetites are not great, due to the altitude, but gratefully we are not vomiting, at least not yet.
We finally are ready about 12:30 a.m. and as we start up the trail there is a stream of headlamps heading up the mountain. We appear to be the last group out, so there are about 250 to 300 people on the path ahead of us -- about 130 trekkers, (some have already quit) and then at least one guide and assistant guide for each group.
The wind has quit blowing, there is a full moon and it actually is extremely beautiful and not too cold as we start up the trail. I can see for a long distance up the mountain and even across a high plateau to a lower volcanic peak, 10 to 15 miles to the east, well lit by this very full moon.
We are 4,340 feet from the top, so the trail, for the most part, is just varying degrees of up. However, the trail is good and we are soon passing group after group of people who have stopped to rest. Our guide tells us the secret is just to go "pole, pole," (slowly, slowly in Swahili, the native language). We do that and stop only to put on warmer clothing as the temperature starts to drop as we get higher.
After about 2-1/2hours, I look at my altimeter watch and see that we are at 17,600 feet, with less than 2,000 feet to go. I am almost overcome with emotion as I realize we are going to make it. Kjirsten and I are still feeling great, with no difficulty breathing, or any other signs or symptoms of altitude illness, with our slow and steady pace.
We see guides leading one lady down; she looks extremely ill. (I can still visualize the pained, awful-looking expression on her face.) She truly looked like she was "about to die," and later we learned an American had died on the mountain that week.
Not too much later, I do start to feel a little dizzy and hope this is not the beginning of trouble. About an hour later, it starts to get really cold and there is now a breeze to add in a wind chill. We are walking through snow at times and now we are wearing all of our layers, plus using chemical hand and foot warmers. I suspect the temperature is down to around zero, and maybe 20 or 30 below with the wind chill. By around 5 a.m., we have passed every other group on the mountain and we realize our time in Peru and time spent on Meru has really helped us out ... and, yes, we will make it.
We have less than 600 vertical feet to go. We keep going "pole, pole" and reach the summit around 6 a.m., about 1/2 hour before sunrise.
The views are just like being up in a jet, with the rest of the earth about three miles below us. We can also look down into the wide, deep crater. There are a few clouds but we do have good views in all directions.
The sunrise is beautiful, but even more impressive is the early morning light on the wall of the glacier just below the summit. Because it is melting from the top as well as the bottom there is about a 60 - 80-foot vertical wall of ice just a few hundred feet below us. There are large hanging icicles and all kinds of interesting features. We walk down for a closer look and hopefully get some good photos.
I check my SAT's and I am down to 69%. Kjirsten checks hers and she is only at 70%. If we had a patient like this in the emergency department we would be ready to "call a code." Kjirsten also admits to feeling "a bit dizzy" but we don't have a headache or nausea and are grateful for that.
To be continued...
Celebrations & Observances
This Week's Special Days
This Week's Birthdays
More January Birthdays
January Special Days
Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Brent and Lorraine Slotten from Wahpeton, North Dakota, were recent visitors to the Tom Morgans at Estero, Florida. We are so happy to have a little of North Dakota come every year for a fun and entertaining time. This time it was a few hours around the dining room table. They had a number of experiences this past year and real recently that they told and it was not hard to hold our attention as each story got better and the laughs got louder. Do come again, folks and maybe you can bring Winnie along. Thanks for looking us up.
Tom and Mavis Morgan
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?
When we saw the weather news and forecasts for Seattle, Minneapolis and here at Breezy Point, we called Clara early Saturday morning and asked them not to send Diego right now. It just seemed like the wrong timing.
Clara will keep Diego and we hope get him at a later, yet unknown, date. It may even be summer before he comes to live with us.
When we saw that so many flights had been canceled, we felt relieved that he wasn't caught in all that confusion.
It has been bitterly cold: -22.5 F. last night. Tonight should be almost balmy, hopefully not colder than -6 F.
Kathlyn Johnson Anderson
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
You know how sometimes a song can get in your head, and you just keep singing it over and over without really wanting to? Well, that is what happened to me when I saw that first picture of those cats, taken by Ken. That is the most unusual pose for two cats to strike, and the fact Ken had his camera right there at the right time was amazing.
I missed the third cat, but you can't have everything, right? All day I have been seeing these cute, cuddly cats in my mind, and I had better write my letter to the editors and let them know how that picture was so well worth top front and center for Bulletin #340, and to say the least, it is unforgettable..
I showed it to Roy, thinking he would be so impressed, too, but he just said, "Cats, cats." Oh well, at least it was a positive.
The winter snow scene by Tim Holman reminded me of my years there in Washington when the snow just fell so softly, and piled high on anything horizontal. No wind to spoil the beauty of the snowfalls we had, and it never got very cold. The caps on the mailboxes Susie Holman photographed are just typical!
You have to admit that the picture of Avery Hope McNeill is the first one to be taken of her, but knowing The Bulletin, there will be many more to follow.
The newsy letter from the Printzes was well worth waiting for. What a lovely looking, handsome couple, and there have been updates on several of the children. I think they were cowboys in one of the Bulletins.
Please tell us if all of those trophies in the picture with Aaron were the ones he had won? Or was that in a trophy store? What a young man! I have seen children on their little bikes, racing, and it seems very dangerous to me.
I was thrilled to see we have a special letter from Kathy Chaney Newton this time. It is always a thrill to hear from someone new, (as well as old), and I have gotten so "wrapped up" in The Bulletin circle that I get excited right along with all the rest. Her letter was extremely interesting with all the family connections, with even the Dake name included.
Finally, we hear more about Weston! Of course, it would be in connection with the Vikings. So he has a trip planned to Tempe, Arizona, with Joanna. It will be to see the Gophers, no less, and soaking up warm sunshine! Don't forget to tell us about it. We woke up to 17 below zero this morning.
The Xmas cactus was spectacular, Weston. Most of the blossoms I have seen are much smaller than yours. It is beautiful.
Once again, Donna Mae and Beaver are showing their family a great time. Mall of America helped to block out the misery of that winter day, and looks like a good time was had by all. Caity is losing her little girl look.
I can about imagine how thrilled the Dakes are with Gert's pictures and story of the Howard Lake school. To have gone there, and now to see the pictures again and read about the unforgettable characters like Mr. Pat and Ruby, and the others that were named -- a million other memories would flood each heart with their own individual people and occasions.
After reading about Bruce's homemade wagon, it brought back memories to Roy of when he trapped gophers. Roy finally saved $5.00, so he went to the store and bought a Radio Flyer wagon. What a treasure to that little family with three boys close together!
I remember hearing about "the old trap" often. It was a common expression in the Good Old Days, and usually there were plenty of them. I mean plenty of "old traps." Most of them now could bring a fortune.
And then there is the Travelogue with this climbing duo at day four. I find it difficult to follow along with them when they get into such a desolate, fearful, lonely area, but then I try to remember they have those porters close by, willing to be a help, if needed. Besides making the gourmet dining experience for them on the mountain trail.
Looking at Sheldon, all bundled up, just cinched it for me to ever envy their trekking. It is to be continued, so they must have lived through it at least this far.
I was enjoying the biggest smile, all by myself, as I turned the page (I print The Bulletin as I find it so much easier to read) and found the treasure of a picture and a story about the Donald B. Johnson family. I can see Kyra in that girl they dubbed Jerrianne, and that cute little sweet, round face on the sled can easily be Kathlyn. I remember the agonizing experience when they lost Bobby, and the grief of the family. The tall man in the back, Bennie Johnson, makes me think of Wyatt and Weston. Tall, lanky, and enjoying the children. A person could study that picture for a long time, or is it just me being so interested in the people in it?
The ice cream story and the ice skates and the front tooth missing was all written like it happened yesterday. Some events of childhood are never forgotten. It is so cute the way Kathlyn is cuddling that kitty. Evidently her love for a kitty began in her very early years. Old orange tabby tomcat doesn't sound as dignified as the name Sandy does for that kitty.
Thank you for printing the Miss Hetty story about Shalana turning 12. I think she is one sweet, special, little girl, growing up too fast.
It was a great thrill to see a Letter to the Editor like Kim Johnson's. To have recognized the bride in the wedding picture from the previous Bulletin would have been quite a surprise; who knows how many others recognized her?
Gwen Stucker forwarded a newsletter to Lyn Sorenson. Now, that was a great thrill for me as I know Lyn, and have not heard from or about her for so many, many years. I think that must be Jim Sorenson's wife, Lyn, am I right? Last time I saw Lyn we had stopped by their home in Arkansas (?) and the dishwasher had sprung a leak. What a mess, but that family was well able to cope with any situation that seemed to come their way. I will be so glad to see Lyn's additions to The Bulletin with pictures and a story of their family as they have grown up. They may even be grandparents by this time. Carol Sorenson and I were together so I had the opportunity to get acquainted with her family.
What a story that Kathlyn sent in about their Diego. I was sure that was a settled fact that Diego would stay in Alaska, and what a shock to hear that precious cat of the Andersons was headed back to their family. I keep thinking that Arg and Kathy are so used to Alaska that our very sub-zero weather isn't fazing them a bit. It was 17 below zero here this morning, in Minneapolis-St. Paul, Minnesota.
I do miss Doug's Foto Funnies, and Doug and Bitzi's McChuckles, but we have had some million dollar pictures in their place for now. Isn't that just the most precious, mischievous look Levi has there? A perfect caption being, "O' yes I can." He is still considered a Bulletin STAR, although he doesn't come out of hiding very often.
I love the Quotation for the day again: Winter is the time for home. I can certainly agree with that. Today we had to go on an errand and the crowds were just crazy and wild. This is Monday, and only a few shopping days until Xmas, which seems to create a chaos. We were so glad to drive into our garage, safe and sound, and HOME.
I had better not take up any more time or space, but it never seems like we have expressed adequately how much we enjoyed every single part of The Bulletin again, especially this #340 one, so full of new names and faces.
Roy and Betty Droel
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