Sunday, May 10, 2009
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Happy Mother's Day!
UPDATE -- an eventful weekend in Holland
Now it is Sunday evening here in Oosterhout. We have had an eventful weekend (Friday and Saturday).
First, the attempt on the Royal family at Apeldoorn of the national holiday. There, seven people were killed (including the perpetrator). The whole nation was, and still is, dazed from this attempt. But I think you have seen and heard it on TV (CNN).
But I do have some nice things to tell you. As you already know, I had a surprise two weeks ago with the test drive of the Dodge Nitro arranged by Marloes. Now it was my turn for to give a surprise, too.
Marloes is talking for so many years about flying in a small plane. Near Oosterhout is a small village named Den Hout (+/- 800 residents), my place of birth). In that village there was a three days sort of exhibition of old World War II vehicles (mostly USA and Great Britain made). Also, there was given permission for 10 old planes to fly. Some planes were 50 to 70 years old.
Marloes was surprised when she got a phone call to have a flight on Sunday. With a little help of some old good friends of mine and some good luck we get a long way.
Maybe this is common for many, but for her it was a SUPER day.
Take care and you do have a nice day, everybody.
FAMILY UPDATE -- Tim and Colette Huseby
I know that an update is long overdue, such as are too many other things in my life. It is a relief to finally have spring after such a long winter. I've been enjoying watching the wild columbine get a bit larger every day and the return of the migrating and summer birds.
We have a hawk nesting nearby again this year. Two summers ago, the fledgling landed on our deck and rested quite a while before taking off again. The goldfinches are turning bright yellow for summer, but I think the redpolls have moved on. I put out the liquid feeders for the orioles and hummingbirds Tuesday evening and last night when I looked out there was a hummingbird already there.
The blueberry patch is beginning to bloom and the rhubarb, which was so rudely disrupted and moved when the natural gas lines were brought in late last summer, has also started to leaf out.
Erik played basketball again this year and is still in Cub Scouts. He reads like a true bookworm and has eclipsed me in the Harry Potter series. Baseball starts in a couple of weeks and continues a while after school ends on June 5. He built a yellow pinewood derby car this year and we all had fun at the derby. Most recently, the scouts had a cake decorating contest and we had fun setting up "camp" on the top of his cake.
Ashley has enjoyed Kindergarten and this spring seems to be filled with birthday parties, tea parties, riding bike without training wheels (at last!), and lots of general silliness. She has learned to read very well this year, and even though we knew it could happen, based on experience with Erik, it is still amazing, nonetheless.
It's been great having Mom and Dad so close by and the kids often spend the night and entertain Diego. I walked over there recently and it only takes about 15 minutes, so I plan to walk over instead of driving or ride bike with the kids now that it's nice out.
Tim has been busy, as well. He and his dad went ice fishing, when they could last winter, in their new fish house. This spring, they tapped trees and boiled down sap to make plenty of syrup for pancakes. I haven't had the pleasure of sampling the syrup yet, but look forward to it. The sap came from boxelder trees (which are in the same family as maple), because they are plentiful on his dad's lot. They say it turned out really well.
He's tackling a rather large painting job on a commercial building exterior right now and may have another similar job lined up after that, but it is not what he wants to be doing. I imagine he'll be looking for something much different when these jobs are completed. I'm still at Weyerhaeuser in Brainerd and I still can't find enough hours in a day when working full time!
I'm sending some pictures that highlight the past few months. The one of the kids in the pink dress and blue shirt is from all the way back to last September.
There are pictures of Erik and his camping cake, and Ashley having the time of her life with soap bubbles, and of my violets, which were just so gorgeous in the sunshine last Saturday morning!
FAMILY UPDATE -- introducing Kit McCalla
I am practicing Orthopedic Surgery in Phoenix, Arizona. I own my own practice since 2001 and now employ another surgeon. Medicine is not a straightforward business like I (naively) thought it would be, so it is a grind like any other job. Last year, I went back to graduate school at the University of Tennessee and got my business degree (MBA).
Molly and I married in 1994 and have two children Margaux (2001) and Casey (2003). We rarely take much time off, so when we do we like to go hiking in the mountains or travel the west. The kids are in school, playing in sports, and learning to speak Spanish. Occasionally, we get to California to see Mike, Sheila, and Mika. We were just there in January for a long weekend.
Again, hope everyone is doing okay and staying healthy.
Kit C. McCalla, D.O., MBA
UPDATE -- spring in Alaska arrives in a rush
After a long, cold, snowy winter, spring arrived in a rush, ahead of schedule, leaving everyone wondering what comes next. The grass is turning green, trees are leafing out and the birds are returning sooner than expected. Is summer right around the corner? What happened to the cold, wet spring in the forecasts? Who knows? ... but last week the first pasqueflower bloomed in the rock garden and now some other rock garden plants are blooming, as well.
And our African violet is also in bloom. Miss Jerrianne says the blooming violet is a Mother's Day gift from Diego -- as though cats sent flowers on holidays via FTD! Well, they don't, you know ... but what she says is at least partly true ... sort of ...
Last summer, when Miss Kathlyn still lived in Alaska, Diego was being rowdy, as usual, and he broke a piece off her African violet, so she gave it to Miss Jerrianne. It has been growing in a pot in the sunroom ever since and now it is blooming, just in time for Mother's Day. She thought Diego might enjoy knowing how that turned out, so she took its picture today. Or maybe the picture is so she'll have something to remember it by if Mai Tai gets rowdy and she has to start it all over again.
Day to Day R
Jayce's New Love: Tiko Bella Chap
Introducing the new love of Jayce's heart, Tiko Bella Chap, born January 8, 2009 ... weighing in at a whopping 1.6 lbs. at four months of age. She has the sweetest personality; I'd even possibly compare her to Lori's Jake, if she stays this sweet! She loves everybody and most everybody loves her, including Grandpa Beaver.
Mothers are the place where love
While we honor all our mothers
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? What's going on?
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.
My guess would be that it is Aunt Gert at Great-Grandpa Mellon's home. I do remember that he and Great-Grandma must have had one of the first TVs in the neighborhood.
I vaguely remember being there and watching TV (I would have been quite young) one time when there was an ad that was soooo appealing about some delicious looking, fizzy drink. I asked my mother if we could buy some ... turned out it was an ad for Pabst Blue Ribbon beer. I remember feeling puzzled at why the adults laughed at me when I asked if we could buy some!
Well, I studied this hard in The Bulletin and didn't respond because my vision just won't reveal enough for me to decide if it is Aunt Blanche or Aunt Gert. I'll go with Aunt Gert, given the age of the TV she's looking at, and thinking it would be more befitting the timing of the introduction of those new inventions! (Boy, the facial profile really reminds me so much of cousin Sharon from a few years back!) Wonder, also, if this might have been taken at Grandpa Mellon's?
I got some hint information from the family after deciding that some of them should recognize this person. I have decided that it may be Aunt Gert watching some television in its very beginning.
My guess is that it is my Aunt Gert; looks as though she's having coffee and watching an old television.
Editor's comment: Well, it looks like an old television now ... but it was the newest one in town then! Good guess, though -- as it would really look old on anyone's table today!
The young LADY(?) sitting on the floor looks very familiar (could it be Gert Dake?) but what I am trying to figure out is whose floor she was sitting on to watch a TV set. The rocking chair looks very much like one that was in Lonny and Angie Mellon's home. Plus they were about the only ones who had a TV in those days, except Dr. Thomas who had a 13-inch in his clinic waiting room. Hope my guess is right.
Gert Dake Pettit
Editor's comment: I certainly think you are right on all counts. I recognize my cute younger sister (with her trademark ponytail) and I know the rocker, the table, and the TV ... and, yes, they were in our grandparents' living room!
I definitely pass on the GUESS picture this time. I haven't even a far-fetched guess.
Betty Weiland Droel
A series of recollections, of the five years when Bill and Lois Dake and their family lived in Minnesota, began with the episode in Bulletin 343. It's too soon to tell just how many parts there will be in this series, just after World War II. In Bulletin 349, I told more about polio (once called Infantile Paralysis) via two links, Polio and Sister Kenny, to minimize disruption of the narrative flow about Lois and Bill Dake. Both documents are posted as a series of scanned images. We can't edit them or correct typos and they will not respond to font changes or printer settings as regular Bulletin pages do.
First Days Of Teaching At Stockholm School
I want you to know that the Stockholm Elementary School is now staffed. The teachers are in the midst of preparing their rooms. Everything is well thought out and planned for. The little folks will enter to the south side of the building to be greeted by my sister, Mrs. James (Blanche) Miller. Their recesses and phy. ed. period will be on the opposite side of the school building from our group.
The "big kids," as they are fondly called by parents (and everybody else, for that matter), know that they will enter the north door and that there are hangers provided for their coats. They all know both Blanche and me from last year ... and I am referred to as Miss Dake. I have learned most everybody's name. I have heard that I do have one new student coming. And I get hints that there is a bit of a problem there. I guess time will tell!
We just received a notice from the County Superintendent of Schools that we are to attend the teachers' meeting that will be held at Buffalo, Minnesota, on Thursday, August 28, 1947.
So we decided that before that date we are going shopping. I think we will go to Cokato. (That way we will sneak in a visit to see Lois and hold Carol).
In Cokato, there are several nice places to shop for ladies' clothes. I have to get a new hat. I do not like the fussed up kind. I may get a "pill box" with a little veil -- I think they are kind of cute. I think we may both get new dresses, too. The teachers' group is made up of lots of women, all trying to outdo one another in their clothes. (Well, that is the way it seemed to me the year I taught before). With Blanche along, I won't feel so left out as I did then. And dressing in a new outfit seems to give confidence!
Albert A. Anderson is our superintendent. He is a very tall, heavy-set man and I was very scared of him the first visit he made to my classroom when I was a teacher at North Howard School. When he left, he handed me his critique sheet ... and what a nice man! I wish I had kept that note. He had given me a list of the things he had noticed and approved of -- then a couple of pointers on methods that might help with one struggling student. It then ended something like this: Miss Dake, please do not be apprehensive about my visits; you are doing fine, just keep being cheerful and kind to your students.
Blanche says that he always finds a really good speaker for these gatherings. The morning meeting is an attempt to encourage us and to help us to become aware of how important our work really is. After the meeting, we will be served lunch right at the Buffalo High School, where we will be meeting. Then in the afternoon, there will be many salespeople with displays of books and supplies in the gymnasium.
In some of the school rooms there will be some committee meetings. I think that I will sign up to work with the spelling bee or the current events group ... if there are still openings in the sign up sheets. Blanche will work with spring primary or the phy. ed. group for the primary children. So I guess it should be a worthwhile experience. I do look forward to the meeting, but even more so to teaching next door to an experienced, excellent teacher -- that is the real privilege.
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.
Civilian Conservation Corps
Things were getting really desperate in that country, very much so. People were almost destitute. There wasn't any demand for timber and what they did sell wasn't hardly worth anything. You couldn't buy your salt and flour for what you got out of it. It was practically nothing. It didn't pay to do it even, so they were just doing whatever they could do. They'd pick up a little here and there.
Once in a while the county would give a man a day's work hauling gravel and graveling the road or something. I remember my dad butchered a cow and put it in the old '27 car. He cut it up and put it on a bed sheet and took it and peddled it around the country. He went up to Effie and some of those people, like some of those loggers, were a little better off. I remember Carl Dahlberg bought a piece of it and some of the others bought a piece of it. So he got a few bucks there. It brought home a sack of flour.
One day about that time, here came my Uncle Mike Guthrie in his pickup. He worked for the state. Aunt Alice's husband, Harry Olson, the other brother-in-law, worked for the county forestry. My dad wasn't home right then, so he told Ma about it. I remember that yet, standing out in the yard and he said, "The Civilian Conservation Corp is going to come in and they're going to build a new camp on the southeast side of Deer Lake and we need some carpenters and that."
He got to know that so he made a special trip up there to see if he could get my dad on. He thought enough of us there, so he came up there. So my dad went to work then and helped build that CCC camp. Afterwards, he was what they call a LEM, a "Local Experienced Man." They had a few of them. They supervised the crews doing this and that and the other.
He worked there for a couple years, I guess, in that CCC camp. Then he got sick and had to go to the vet's hospital. He had that colon cancer. They took out a piece. Then he was good for a number of years. Finally he died in 1945. Usually in those days colon cancer went too far before they got any help for it. It goes to the liver apparently, from the colon, so I've read recently. There are three layers to your bowel, and if it goes through all three layers, or a certain point in there, then by that time those cells have spread throughout the body, but if you get it early, you apparently get most of them right away.
One winter when he was in the CCC, he had a crew of three fellows. All winter long they mapped east of our place. I don't think he ever got close enough to come home to our place because they came in from the other way, from Deer Lake. They mapped that whole country. Today they fly over it and take a picture of it and set that little magnifier on it. I've looked through it. You can see the poplar trees and spruce trees, balsam and birch, and count the trees and you can see the size and everything else.
What these kids were doing was chaining, what they call chaining, and that's a part of surveying. They'd walk so many steps this way and make a square and in that square they'd count the number of trees, so many spruce, so many poplar, so many whatever, and he'd record that. They had what they called the increment borer. That's a Swedish tool that bored a small hole to the center of the tree and they pulled a core out and counted the rings and that's how old it was.
That's what they were doing, counting the different kinds of trees and the number of trees in this certain hundred square foot. I don't know how big the plot was, but they kept going like that, all through the country. All winter long, they did that.
That's where they found that bear den. One of them young fellows working with him was wallering through the snow on snowshoes and he looked down the hole and there was an old mother bear and the cubs. It was in February by that time and the snow was melting a little bit. That's when they're born. They were tiny little cubs.
Four days after I had arrived, I made my way back to the dirt airstrip for the flight back to Pemba. Once again, we enjoyed spectacular views of the Quirimbas archipelago from the air. We made a landing on the island of Medjumbe's frighteningly short runway to pick up guests staying at the ultra-luxurious resort there. Back on the mainland, I made my way south down Mozambique's Indian Ocean coast over the course of a pair of days to reach Ilha de Moçambique.
To be continued...
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Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Mom and I had lunch with my friend Missy Walters and her mom, Barbara (Skaar) Walters, last Sunday. Barb grew up in Ashby with Mom, and Missy and I are only one day apart in age. This was our annual birthday get-together, although it ended up being more than a month late! (And thank you, by the way, for the birthday card ... I remember Jamaica fondly and could have used being there or anywhere tropical about then!)
Colette Anderson Huseby
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Happy Mother's Day to The Matriarch, who now has 360 issues of The Bulletin archived. For an e-mail publication that began with six grandchildren as the participating subscribers, wouldn't you say it has come full circle?
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
We just finished our traditional Sunday evening pizza, and now I hope to be able to make some comments on our latest Bulletin, #359. Hardly seems very long ago that it was #300.... Do the weeks fly by, or what?
I know you love feedback on all your work all week to produce a Bulletin that will be beautiful, outstanding, informative, interesting, and unique. Well, you did it again, and I don't want to disappoint you by not letting you know how much we appreciated it again. I am sure sometimes you wonder how it comes across when you include especially valuable stories and pictures our subscribers send in to use. Once in a lifetime Travelogues, etc., and family news items.
The first picture was quite striking with white orchids and sweet little forget-me- nots. So very special to have that picture right from Kyra and Ken's garden. From Alaska to California for a long weekend. Quite an undertaking, but it would have been worth every moment and effort, having enjoyed being in your daughter's home and seeing those grandkittens in person, Jerrianne.
Sounds like Miss Kitty and Mai Tai fared very well with a caterer in your absence. Looks like you'll have to get a bigger table to hold all the birthday gifts and flowers and cake for TWO birthday kitties.
I was so thrilled to see the picture of Kyra making the salads. I was hoping you would have taken and included pictures of them. What unusual backlit pictures. Are they interchangable? I can hardly take it in that that lady is the same one that hiked the Appalachian Trail at 10-11 years old. She looks like a younger version of Jerrianne, her mother. We had to strain to see Ken sitting in the background in that picture. I edited the picture and lightened it, but still couldn't tell what he was reading. Great pictures of Tabasco and Oreo.
Beau, in Iraq, makes me feel concerned, but his letter sounded upbeat. We think of that bride, Stephanie, alone these days, and will be glad when Beau is home.
The whole Swenson family must be totally ambitious and intelligent. To have two children on the science team would be quite an accomplishment, besides a daughter in medical training, and let's see, where are Shane and Jayna about now? And Derek? We saw cousin Chris Swenson today, and he is one fine man, too. I looked at the links in that update, and was so amazed to see Tyler doing the comments, and I wondered if the girl next to him was Aunika?
I think we should really appreciate the effort Kelly McCalla put into writing the introduction to his family. Very special to be having more relation added to the pages of The Bulletin. Sounds like a busy intellectual person, also Celeste, and the children. What a varied working world you have, and hope to hear more about Payton and Brennan, as well as pictures another time.
Memory Lane didn't disappoint us this time, either, as we could so easily picture it all with the clear memory and vivid description of everything including the mattress. It was so amusing to see that LeRoy was writing to a GIRL and we all know the end of that chapter! I used my magnifying glass on the 1947 family group picture. I found it nostalgic.
Nice to read Bruce's memories, too, about the sawmills. I think it is so amazing that he didn't get hurt being so active in working and being near the saws.
I totally absorbed the pictures Kjirsten had taken in Ibo, and the colorful clothes the children had on. No modern noise she said. What a get-away that would be!
I see Miss Jerrianne has colorful green plants in the window. Am sure you need that bit of cheer in the long Alaska winter. Soon a robin will be building a nest in the tree outside that window again, hopefully, Miss Kitty says.
How fun to have a picture of Carrie Horne again. She is growing up and so pretty.
The Quotation for the day is so true. We sit quietly, doing nothing -- and nature continues on with its routine and schedule, right on time, with no help needed. Reminding us we will soon have to be thinking about cutting the grass instead of shoveling snow.
I hope this will give you a bit of incentive for all your work making The Bulletin the looked forward to event of the week. Thank you!
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