Sunday, June 14, 2009
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FAMILY UPDATE -- Eric and Leona Anderson
Sorry I haven't had an Update in a long time, but I thought I'd write to tell you about last weekend. On Saturday morning, Leona and I went up to the cabin to see Dad and Patty. The four of us then went to the local greenhouse to buy flowers to plant in Mom and Lexie's memorial garden. Every year for a while now we've been planting a small plot out in the woods where we buried their ashes. It's a very lovely little piece of land and a nice place to go to think about them. It's hard to imagine that it's been close to 13 years since they were taken away from us, far too soon, but it's good to have a place dedicated to their memories.
Other than that, we haven't been up to a whole lot. I'm still enjoying my work at Free Spirit Publishing and Leona found out recently that she'll have a position at Maple Grove Junior High School for next year. It's a .7, part of which will include every-other-day lunchroom duty, which I'm sure she's looking forward to, but hey, it's a job when so many out there don't have one these days, and we're very grateful for that.
I suppose the big news for us is that we've finally decided to have a baby. Nothing yet, but rest assured you'll be the first to know as soon as we find anything out. For now, though, we've got a houseful of pets and a busy summer ahead of us, that's sure to fly by before we know it.
UPDATE -- Dwight & Janie stage giant garage sale
We had our annual garage sale last weekend. The weather was beautiful on Thursday, a little windy on Friday, and rainy on Saturday. But by that time we had sold enough so we didn't need to have as much out on the driveway.
It was a pretty big sale... We took in over $4,000 and our biggest item was $125! There were a number of people in on it -- us, our five kids, three sons-in-law, four grandkids, a couple of the kids' in-laws, a friend, and all of Mom's estate, except what her kids and grandkids took previously.
We had a great time! Brenda and Melanie were here all the time, Nathan was here most of the time, Eric was here Saturday morning, Jazmine was a big help (keeping Greta occupied, bagging what people bought, and sorting tags).
We still have lots left over, of course, but this week I'm planning to sort through that and see what's worth keeping for another year!
UPDATE -- Tom & Mavis Morgan celebrate 52 years
Tom and Mavis Morgan celebrated their 52nd wedding anniversary and Mavis's birthday at the Ken Hellevangs' in Fargo on May 31st. A delicious noon meal was served to a number of family members. Sorry we didn't get a group picture but those present were Tim, Char, Zach and Ty Myron; Jessica and Jeff Gauderman and daughter Alexa Ann; Ryan and Jessica Hellevang; Mikaela Kleeb; Brandon Hellevang; Lindsay Hellevang; Dwight and Janie Anderson; DeLoris Anderson and Ken and Merna. The Dairy Queen Cake was more than delicious!
UPDATE -- setting out flags for Flag Day
Every spring for the last 10 years or so, volunteers have planted more than 200 feet of Pioneer Drive median in Anchorage with flowers. A couple of years ago, someone added about a dozen flags for the 4th of July. We never have found out who did it but we thought it was a lovely idea. We've kept the flags and set them out for national holidays. The flags flew on Memorial Day and we'll see that they are in place this Sunday for Flag Day and two weeks later for Independence Day. They look great surrounded by red geraniums, blue irises and white snowdrop anemones.
Day to Day R
Babysitting In Phoenix
Caity, Jayce and I went to Arizona to babysit for Devan and Nathan Seaman while Kelly took her horse to a barrel racing show in Las Vegas, with a couple of her girlfriends (also riders).
I came down with bronchitis the day after we arrrived. I didn't feel well the entire time and still haven't shaken it. Shari has a beautiful pool in her back yard, so the kids took full advantage of that fact! Plus, Shari took us out to eat for a couple occasions, which was appreciated.
The Matriarch Speaks W
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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.
That is Anita on the left, Arlin on the right and I wonder if it's Diane Tiemans or some cousin to Anita.
I hope this goes through now. Supposedly I was blocked from Juno, but got it open, so I'll try responding.
Judy Miller Riesenberg
Editor's comment: Good to be hooked up again, though Betty was a good go-between. Yes, the little girl in the middle is a cousin to Anita but she is to you, too.
That looks like three of my kinfolks! Anita Pfingsten, Glenda Huisman and Arlin Pfingsten! Good picture! And I hope to see some of them at the Miller Cousins family reunion.
"Uncle" Tom Miller
Editor's comment: All of you people who are coming to the Miller Cousins' family reunion -- please include The Bulletin Pot Luck in your itinerary...
Verlaine thinks she grew up with these "kids." Are they, from left to right, Anita (Pfingsten) Weiland, Glenda (Huisman) Baker and Arlin Pfingsten?
I know that the two bigger "kids" are Anita and Arlin Pfingsten, but since I've never seen the picture before, I'm not sure if the little "kid" is me or not. I don't remember my mom fixing my hair that way; that's why I'm hesitating to say for sure. But it just could be that I was staying at Pfingstens' and that someone else fixed my hair and then wanted a picture. I'll be anxious to learn any more about the picture. So I'll go out on a limb by saying that I'm the little kid. Anita (Pfingsten) Weiland, myself (Glenda Huisman Baker), and Arlin Pfingsten.
Glenda Huisman Baker
I wish I had a GUESS, but I don't. I keep trying to think where I would have seen those eyes. They are definitely characteristic of some family.
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. 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.
I Find Some People I Already Know
Before I can make you know why I am chuckling off and on as I sort photos, answer questions, and post the days proceeds, I think I had better put down a few background facts.
Soon after I arrived in town, I heard that my old friend Harry Johnson was staying nearby and would be in this area for a few months. I have known him all of my life and he knows my whole family just as well as he knows me. So we have been trying to get caught up on all the events back home ... but it isn't very polite to talk about things the rest don't know about. So he suggested that, being he isn't going to be busy today and his friend Kenneth Dismore is going to be, it would be a perfect time for a visit if we had noon lunch together in a restaurant that he likes where we often go for good old fashioned eating.
Fine! I could just tell Kendall that I would use my whole hour today. (I usually don't.) Then Harry and I agreed that he would park the car outside our shop and we would walk to the cafe as it is always pretty crowded to park near the cafe. All the room they have for café parking is the two sides of the street along their block and a little area along one side of the café ... pretty crowded for the large clientele it has. We were curious about what the special was for today. (Harry does like good, old-fashioned food; he is a big man and needs his nourishment!)
Now there is one more piece of information that should be known before we get to the meal. Back home, when Mom wants to do a quick, light meal and, especially if she has some "boughten white bread" on hand, she lets us know we are going to have covered bread for the meal this evening. That is bread with brown gravy, white gravy, white sauce, hot milk, cold milk -- or any other soupy sort of thing to put over it. Well, when that happens, this "duck" gets out of line ... and I make sure the peanut butter jar is on the table. No use to complain but no one minds if my menu is different from the rest of the slurpers' ... so now ... on with the account of the day.
Harry Takes Me To Lunch
I saw the little black coupe pull into an open spot across the street from Photo North. Out of it popped my good friend. He had his cap firmly placed over his bald head and I knew the wind must be blowing, so I went back to the coat closet and grabbed my coat and my purse and tied my scarf on over my head. I arrived back up front just as Harry came through the door. After a firm handshake and howdy to each other, I rang the little intercom bell and we stood a minute, waiting for Kendall to come up front. Harry and Ken "batted the breeze" a bit and then we went out.
After a brisk walk, three blocks south and a half block west, we arrived at our destination -- Mom's Café. As usual, it was BUSY. Right ahead of us as we entered was a blackboard -- on it was the "Special" for the day ... scrawled there by "Mom" (the only name I know her by). Large and bold, today's was listed: Hot Beef Sandwich ... 50 cents. I heard Harry say, under his breath, "Good!" But he did not hear me say, "Not for this gal!"
Mom saw us arrive and, through the window that leads into the kitchen, she hollered out, "Dorothy, take a seat over there in the corner with your friend and Lovie will be with you in a minute!"
So we went over and sat down at a table that was cleaned off -- and in the corner, where we could hear each other a little better. Then I told him about LeRoy and Vonnie's plans, and he told me how things were going in his line of work. And in about 10 minutes, here came Lovie (with her bright red hair that I suspect gets that way with aid of her hairdresser ... and her heart of gold that gets that way from her kindness of spirit).
"Well, Dorothy, dear, what are you and your friend going to have?"
I looked at Harry for confirmation and told her, "Harry would like the 'Special' and I will take a BLT on wheat,"
"Mayo?" Lovie asked.
"Yep, three-decker, toasted!" She scooted away to place our order.
Harry gave me a quizzical look and then we went on to comment on other things of interest about my situation, and then about his. And, of course, because my order was off the menu instead of being the "Special," it took longer than the rest were taking...
I think both Harry and I were pretty hungry by the time Lovie got back and plunked his sandwich in front of him ... the gravy-covered mound of beef on white bread with mashed potatoes filling the space between the two parts to the sandwich. Looked hearty enough to keep him from starving for the afternoon.
But I knew mine would be hearty, too. And so it was... The three-decker on toasted wheat bread was fastened together with toothpicks and had a pickle slice plunked on top to look nice. (So Mom thought, anyway).
We did take care to thank the true giver of the bounty and then we pitched in. My sandwich took some doing to get it eaten without using my fingers too much. But it was lovely ... a couple times I caught Harry staring at it with wonderment. However, he was too busy polishing off his own dinner to talk about anything right then.
After we had cleaned off our plates, Lovie came with the ticket ... but she had a message from Mom.
"Mom says she has a piece of left-over apple pie that you two could divide for dessert, if you'd care for it?"
"You tell her she is one sweet lady, we surely would enjoy the pie. Please bring us a cup of coffee each, too."
So, for dessert, Lovie brought us a piece of pie on top of two plates, along with two clean forks and right by the pie was a wedge of cheese. (Mom watches over all of us young folks and it wasn't uncommon to get little treats from her so I wasn't surprised at her "treat.") So when we were finally completely finished, Harry took the bill to the till and paid the $1.10 + tax ... and I left two dimes for a tip. And as we went out, Mom hollered out, "Bye now, thanks for coming in!" and I called my acknowledgment back to her.
As we walked down the street, Harry started to chuckle and finally it burst out...
"Will you please tell me what kind of concoction that was you were eating back there? And what did that lady ask if you wanted? And when did you start eating cheese with apple pie?"
"Well, I explained, my mom doesn't serve that at home, but Blanche introduced me to Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato sandwiches ... and a lady called Bertha introduced me to cheese with apple pie." And Lovie wanted to know if I wanted mayonnaise (that is salad dressing to you) ... and I must say I like both of those items a whole lot more than mushy white bread."
Harry's chuckle turned to a full-bodied laugh and he wiped the tears from his eyes as he gave this bit of wisdom:
"I guess it is a matter of 'to each his own.' What was that again? BLT? ... I noticed it cost the same as my 'Special' ... and I guess as long as you like it better, it agrees all right with me!" He shook hands, got into his little car and drove away ... still grinning.
And now I chuckle as I work ... and my day will go by so much easier for the good meal, and the laugh between friends.
Hiking The Annapurna Circuit
Kjirsten has somehow managed to get another month off so here we (Kjirsten, Mitzi and I) are in Nepal, about to go for a walk, a rather long walk of around 160 miles around the Annapurna Circuit, part of the Himalayan range that runs across the northern or upper part of Nepal. The area we are hiking around is home to two of the highest mountains in the world, Annapurna (8,091 meters) and Dhaulagiri (8,167 meters). There are only 14 mountains in the world over 8,000 meters and at one point we will be in a valley with one of those peaks on each side. Eight of the world's 10 highest mountains are in Nepal.
The Annapurna range is the area that Maurice Herzog and his French climbing team explored back in 1953 when Nepal opened up to foreign climbing teams. They really wanted to climb Dhaulagiri but could not figure out a safe route up that mountain. They turned their attention to Annapurna but their maps were very inaccurate and the team spent many days exploring just to find the mountain. It is somewhat hidden in the middle of the range by surrounding peaks and is only visible from a few viewpoints on the route.
They eventually did find Annapurna and managed to put two climbers on top just before the summer monsoons hit. This was the first successful summit climb of an 8,000 meter mountain. Mount Everest was climbed two years later. The book that gives the account (Annapurna, by Maurice Herzog) is good reading and is highly recommended for anyone interested.
Our walk will be about 160-175 miles, depending on where we start and finish, and we will go over one of the highest passes in the world at about 17,700 feet. The Annapurna circuit ascends one river valley on the east side of the range, crosses a pass at the north end, and then drops through a couple of different river valleys on the west and southwest side of the range. We will go about 7/8 of a full circle around the circuit on foot and complete the circuit on the south side by bus after reaching Pokhara.
We'll be admiring two peaks over 8,000 meters, and many peaks over 7,000 meters, as we walk. The good news is there are small villages with at least a few tea houses every few miles or so along the trail so we will not have to carry food or tents. We could hire a guide and porters to help us, but with the route so well established, Kjirsten would prefer we carry our own gear and maintain more flexibility than we would have with a guide and a fixed itinerary.
We enjoy excellent views of the snow capped peaks as we fly into Kathmandu, by way of Washington, DC, with a long overnight layover in Doha, Qatar.
Recommended reading: The Violet Shyness of Their Eyes by Barbara J. Scot; Touching My Father's Soul by Jamling T. Norgay; Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson; The Snow Leopard by Peter Matthiessen.
On the way to Nepal, we meet Kjirsten in the airport in Doha, Qatar. Thirsty, we order two large juices -- watermelon and lemon mint. When the cashier asks for $20 U.S., I nearly faint and wonder if that's indicative of what things cost in wealthy, middle eastern, oil producing countries.
To be continued...
Celebrations & Observances
This Week's Special Days
This Week's Birthdays
This Week's Anniversaries
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June Special Days
Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Thank you for sending the e-card for my birthday. I had a great day. My parents, Tom and Mavis [Morgan], and I went to the big garage estate sale at Dwight and Janie's place in Wahpeton. We shopped the sale, then went with my Aunt DeLoris to a restaurant for lunch. In the afternoon we visited at my Aunt Elaine's with her and Muriel. In the evening, Ken, Ryan, Jessica, Brandon, Mikaela, Lindsay and I ate at Olive Garden.
Merna Morgan Hellevang
We had a wonderful Mother's Day in May at our home here at Hope. It was so special to have Tim and Char Myron and son Ty from Thompson, as well as Merna and Ken Hellevang from Fargo. We enjoyed so much the 5:30 dinner, which was brought by our guests.
Tom and Mavis Anderson 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?
I really enjoyed both of your pieces in this week's Bulletin, Mom. It would be so nice to be able to write like that. Many of the family seem to have the gift and you can all be thankful for it.
Marlene Anderson Johnson
Editor's comment: As the photo editor noted, "Good writing needs no great vocabulary ... only a message from the heart, which comes through loud and clear!" So we thank you, Marlene, and all of the rest who let us know what you think!
Keep up the great work on The Bulletin!
Photo Editor's Note: With this issue, Bulletin 365, we have archived an issue for every day of the year. Congratulations to The Matriarch, Editor of The Bulletin, for reaching this milestone!
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
Oh, how I wish I had vocabulary to express my feelings, but I am very limited, and I can't find words to describe the admiration and respect for those young folks, Kjirsten and Tyler. They are so fortunate to have a mom and dad that can offer them such an extensive education, bringing them into successful and prosperous fields. What an intense determination to ever complete the necessary qualifications for that M.D. title, and Tyler is close behind with another intellectual accomplishment. We wish them well in their endeavors.
I was so pleased at my great niece's 6th grade recognition ceremony that she earned an academic award as one of three in her class that got straight A's.
I was so amazed at all the work it would have been to decorate those mini-cupcakes. Sounds like it was a fabulous spread for that reception. I looked up the links to that Mexican dip. Sounds delicious.
Another birthday for Kristi! I had to laugh at the actual year being the 29th one, and already one or two of those days you are counting off until 30 are past.
What a precious picture of McKenna smelling the lilacs. That season is gone for another year. After our hard winter, we were pretty happy when the lilacs started to blossom out. But each has a season, and now I see the spirea and iris are at their peak.
Oh, poor Miss Kitty and Mai Tai. What a horrible experience to go through. I am sure it was much worse for Miss Jerrianne, though, being she was getting special company that very day. You got a good test to the roof.
Lucky Becky Chap to get to hold both those Ostendorf girls at the same time. I hate to sound partial, but McKenna checking out the cattle is just tooooo cute. I am sure the cattle are on the Ashby farm. I got a case of nostalgia looking at those wooded hills.
We were so glad to have that interesting, detailed story by Dorothy about the new van, and how the polio effects progressed until there was a need for the Jazzy, which has put a hope into the days of despair.
When I saw the Jazzy and van story, I was so afraid there wouldn't be another chapter of Memory Lane in this Bulletin, but I took a sigh of relief to see it was there. I remember visiting my aunt LaFern Rowland Naef and going to her studio, watching the process of developing and photo tinting with fascination. I can still smell the chemicals and see the wet, drippy photos hanging from a clothespin on a line to dry. So, I read your story, Dorothy, with interest, picturing and imagining your work at Photo North.
The young couple Dolly and Keith Marshall are now enjoying a quiet life of an old couple in a home in Winona near one of their daughters. I remember Ruth and Evelyn Holman so well. We see one of Ruth's daughters weekly.
Kjirsten's medical world enlarged as she browsed through the medicine shop in Johannesburg. I think I would rather have her for a doctor than one of the medicine men using that variety of strange items. I looked up the links, which opened up a whole new education on South Africa. That beautiful tree must have been truly a sight to behold: the Jacaranda. The traditional medicine shop was mind boggling.
That darling picture of Carrie and Ethan Horne will soon be obsolete, as fast as they have been growing. I was glad to see that CHUCKLES.
We are finally having R A I N. Our lawn is crackle dry, and the water table is so low we have no well water so have to switch to expensive city water for the outside faucets. So we are rejoicing over the rain -- finally.
I will end this with our thanks again for another Bulletin that was filled with new and different things again, as each one is every single week. We wonder how you ever do it!
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