Sunday, July 12, 2009
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UPDATE -- it's a girl for Tami & Jason Hunt
Mazie Madora was born on July 4, 2009, at 3:50 a.m. She weighed 8 pounds 13 ounces and was 21 inches long. Mother and baby are doing great.
Sorry if this is old news to some of you; we just got home from the hospital Monday.
Tami and Jason + Mazie
UPDATE, UPDATE -- READ ALL ABOUT IT!
I don't have anything particularly exciting to write about but wanted to get your attention so you stay awake as you breeze through the rest of my update...
We have joined the ranks of the "unemployed" as of June 30th. With no hint of what comes next ... except it seems like Larry is finding lots of paper work to do. If job searching online is any indication of what is out there for jobs, there doesn't seem to be anything very promising awaiting us in the near future.
On Monday, we pointed the '98 Stratus towards the northwest corner of Minnesota. We got about 40 minutes from home and we heard a solid clunk and the car dropped as though we had hit a deep pothole but there was no pothole. We pulled over to see what it was but couldn't see anything. So we slowly inched along to a safer spot to pull over. By that time, we could see that the right rear wheel was tipped in at the top and we could smell the hot rubber from the tire rubbing on the wheel well.
What to do, what to do ... obviously we weren't going any farther ... the equally obvious answer was we were going to need a tow. A police car happened by and he kindly called a tow truck for us. We were soon heading down the highway in the cab of a shiny red tow truck with the '98 Stratus tagging along behind. We arrived at the repair shop and waited for the diagnosis.
Our '98 Stratus had suffered a busted ball joint. I can only imagine what that is. The treatment would involve waiting for parts and about six hours to repair the damage. Fortunately, they had a bright blue Cruiser just waiting to take us home.
Upon arriving home, we promptly seated ourselves in the '01 Stratus and headed for the northwest corner of Minnesota again ... making a stop at the repair shop to transfer our load of "stuff" for the trip north.
The highlight of our trip, for Larry, probably was the fact that Highway 10 has a railroad running alongside the highway and there are a lot of BNSF trains on that line. We even paced one train for quite a distance before we pulled into Detroit Lakes and headed north on 59.
Brooke was waiting to welcome us out at Storybrooke Farm ... with a gentle, deep-throated aarrooouuuhhh oouuhhh ouuh. She is one charming lady ... a Labradoodle ... who absolutely adores LTD (Larry Dake).
We had several different visits with Dad (LeRoy Dake) at Pioneer Memorial Care Center. I spent most of the day with him on Tuesday while Larry helped LTD pull nails from some wood he was salvaging from an old building he had torn down.
It was good to spend time with Dad. He is pretty much confined to a wheelchair now and is in the Special Care Unit. They have a couple of resident cats and Buster an old golden lab. Dad doesn't say much but he knows us. The weather was perfect so I took him outside and we enjoyed the gentle breeze as we sat in the shade. Dad was having a good day on Wednesday. We joined him for his therapy session and then spent some more time with him outside ... another gorgeous day.
I was happy to get out to the cemetery and see the gravestone for Mom. It is such a peaceful setting with the wheat fields around the tiny, little cemetery out in the country.
We stopped on the way home and picked up the '98 Stratus ... and got a complimentary car wash at the repair shop. The '01 Stratus was the lucky recipient of the car wash as it was covered in dust from the gravel roads.
This concludes my overdue Update.
FAMILY UPDATE -- Michael & Adriana Brown
Here's a quick update on what’s been going on in the Brown household. Lelan Elaine is now six months old and is spoiled rotten! She is a very happy baby and spends a good part of her days giggling at her two older brothers.
Everett turned two in April. He is a very lively two-year old that definitely keeps us on our toes. He is very sociable and entertaining for all of us!
Sully graduated from Pre-K in May and will start Kindergarten in the fall, which he is VERY excited about.
We have been doing whatever we can to keep cool in the Texas summer heat. We will be heading to the coast in the next few days to spend some time on the beach.
Michael and I celebrated our 10 year anniversary in June ... can't believe it's already been that long. We're looking forward to many more together!
Day to Day R
Fly Tag And Shots Day At The Farm
Last Friday our "cowboys" showed up to fly tag and immunize the calves, with Beaver. It went so smoothly and quickly that Lori, McKenna, Kierra and I did not make it out there in time to watch!
All we got to watch was chasing one little stray calf back where he belonged. We'd taken too much time getting strollers out, etc. The girls had fun walking back there and checking things out on the way to and from, so they were happy.
On the 4th, we got to watch McKenna and Kierra while Mommy and Daddy played in the Evansville volleyball tournaments. At 1 p.m., we took them to meet Shawn and Lori and watch a very short parade, about the right amount of time for two little girls!
Chris joined Lori, Shawn, McKenna, Kierra, Caity, Jayce, Beaver and me to go out and eat. We had thought we'd get somewhere closer to home, but found out many were closing earlier than normal and we were running later than normal. Therefore, we ended up going to Alexandria to eat. It was late enough there were very few people eating ... or maybe everybody else was at a lake.
Beaver and I took Caity and Jayce out by Arrowwood to watch the fireworks display. We were lucky and discovered a great place to park; it had easy access out of town so we didn't get caught in traffic afterwards. Turned out to be a very lovely day.
Except I forgot my camera for the parade and the evening, so will have to make do with just a few pics.
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 on the three pretty ladies are Blanche Dake Miller, Lois Gandy Dake, and we find Dorothy Dake Anderson on the right. They are headed for detasseling corn or some other money-making job.
Mavis Anderson Morgan
Editor's comment: I think you are correct, though I do not remember the picture taking. We didn't, any of us, wear that type garb very often -- unless it was for gardening, detasseling, or corn factory. I would make the comment that I was not married at that time but I think the other two were. --DMA
Well, I believe it is my great aunt Blanche Miller, my grandma Lois Dake, and perhaps, my great aunt Dorothy Anderson? I love this picture! Wonder what you young ladies were busy doing when the picture was taken? Very neat picture.
Angela Stahlecker Roberson
Looks like Aunt Blanche Dake Miller, Mother (Lois Gandy Dake) and Aunt Dorothy Dake Anderson ... seems like a familiar spot ... would it be the driveway looking toward the road from Grandpa and Grandma Dake's farm? Maybe they had been gardening? I certainly enjoy seeing these pictures I've never seen before!
Carol Dake Printz
Editor's comment: Yes, that is exactly where it was taken -- the picture is from your Uncle LeRoy's collection that Ginny has been working with. I expect he took it. Certainly, we may be doing some gardening, but that is open to question.
How cute! I think it is Aunt Blanche, Lois Dake and our matriarch, Dorothy Anderson. I don't know what the event was, but it looks like they were having fun!
Looks like Great-Aunt Coy Nell, Grandma (Lois) Dake, and maybe Great-Aunt Dorothy?
I will offer my two cents for a guess at the picture -- Blanche Dake Miller, Lois Gandy Dake, and Dorothy Dake Anderson.
The GUESS picture is a far fetched guess for me this time, but I will be a good sport and make a stab at it. Could it be Blanche Dake Miller, Lois Dake, and Dorothy? I'm glad I'm too far away to hear you laugh at my being so wrong.
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.
As I look back over this week, I have three completely separate (yet strangely "together") events. I shall record them separately and you see how you think they complement each other.
Some Advice From Elaine
Monday was a really difficult day at work. First, a roll of film that we were developing just disappeared. (I think Ken put the rolls of film into the developer, and I think I took them out -- but we were so busy that I am not sure.) It made me rather ill feeling when the empty envelope told us one roll was missing. On Wednesday, the lady came to get her pictures and negatives and she had to be told about their disappearance. (Thank goodness, Ken did that!)
Ken explained to her that the pictures she had taken at a family reunion just couldn't be found. Apparently, they came loose from the little clip that held them in the tank and then dropped into the solution and were probably gradually being eaten up by it.
She was so sweet ... but I can hear her yet, "Oh, I am so sorry, but perhaps some of my sisters will have pictures they can share. Some of the people I had taken pictures of live in the South and I will probably never see them again."
And then, as if that wasn't enough that afternoon -- Harold wanted to see the ledger and found that I hadn't gotten the last two weeks' posting done. He sounded a bit put out but did not really scold, just took the daybook and got the information he needed from there. I was tired and maybe that made me more upset than I should have been.
So, of course, when Elaine came for her visit that evening she had only to say, "Dorothy, you look bushed -- just what are you doing over here to keep you so worn out?" And that was all it took to start the tears flowing ... really, thinking of it now, I feel ashamed to have been such a baby.
I will not tell you all that was said between us, but by the time we were through, I was feeling terribly sorry for myself and very put out about the bosses "taking advantage of me." Elaine felt strongly that I should just ask to be excused from all the tasks that weren't in my job description. She thought I needed to be free of the worries that were emotionally upsetting to me.
I think I told you that Harold had given me the key several weeks ago -- and I am always the last to leave Photo North ... but I always leave at the same time Elaine and Ed do. So, after our visit was over, I put my daybook away. In that "down" mood, Elaine saw me on my way, after the two of us locked our separate doors. And I went dragging back to my apartment.
A Visit With Bertha White
I think that Bertha listens for me to come home and she watches over me pretty much as carefully as Elaine does. I do think she guessed my mood, and my need for company. There my plump, white-haired, lady friend was standing in her doorway down the hall from me when I reached the top of the flight of steps leading up to our part of the house.
"Dorothy, dear, I have a huge pot of soup, and a loaf of fresh, whole wheat bread. Will you be a sweetheart and come help me eat it up? I do not know why I make so much as I really do not like leftovers. (I wonder if it is that -- more likely, she does not like to think I have gone to bed without some good, nutritious food after my doughnut breakfast and my sandwich lunch!)
Well, of course, the answer to that was a resounding thanks... I was to come in a half hour and that gave me time to wash and fix up a bit. It is such a nice, cozy apartment. We sat together at the table for two, and she dished our food up and offered thanks for the meal and then I tasted a heavenly chicken rice soup. It makes use of the wild rice from the reservations that they sell through the stores in Bemidji. It uses sour cream (I think). At any rate, with the "heel" of the bread, it really filled my empty stomach and I began to feel more cheerful. We finished off with a piece of apple pie and a chunk of cheese and a nice cup of black coffee.
So then she told me she wanted to hear what had made me so tired and unhappy. And again, I told her the whole "tale of woe" and now I added the account of the advice that Elaine had given me. When I was all through, Bertha went and got the coffee pot and refilled our cups. She sat a bit and thought some more and then she started in talking to me in the kindest and sweetest way ... and this is about what she said...
Dorothy, do you like to do all of these new things like developing, printing, tinting, and enlarging pictures? I assured her that I did, indeed, find it interesting. She then reminded me that if I were going to a training school, I would have to pay to learn how to do all of those things ... and, in my case, I was being paid and taught!
Do you think the Foley boys are unkind to you? NO, I certainly couldn't say that.
Do they leave all the work to you? No, we all work hard. And do they ever give you any praise? I was beginning to see just how things really were ... as I had to answer that they had, indeed, thanked me for the extra help, and any suggestions they made were sensible and helped make the work easier.
When Bertha was through with that part of the discussion, then she told me a little about how things were with my bosses. She knows the family and she told me that in starting a new business like this, the main thing they need is to get out and look for new customers, do advertising, give quick and pleasant service, and they really did not have money to afford any more than the average pay I was being paid ... and that they really did need any extra help I could give.
But then she explained that Elaine had given me good advice in telling me to go home at night right on time, put the thoughts of anything that goes wrong behind me, and then added a bit more good advice from herself -- be sure I eat more nutritious meals ... and don't ever skip meals. Then she gave me a hug, told me the apartment was too small for both of us to work ... and sent me home to read and relax and then go to bed so I could have a new and better day for Thursday.
I guess I would say I have two "mothers away from home!" And they both care about me!
A Visit With Harold
This morning, soon after I opened our door, Harold and Kendall arrived at the same time. Usually, we do not expect Harold to be at the shop on Saturday morning, so this was a bit out of the ordinary. Kendall went back to set up for work and Harold went into his area. A little later he came out and asked me to step into the room for a bit. I wondered a little if I might be in trouble about my bookkeeping chore not being done and it did turn out to be a little about that.
I am now busy entering the daybook information into the ledger. From now on, every Saturday morning I am to have free to concentrate on doing my bookwork and the only extra for me will be meeting any customers that might come in. Harold assured me that he and Ken do appreciate and need my help. He does think that I have been trying to stretch my help too far. (And he said that they had been careless about how much they were asking of me!) So he gave me guidelines for any help I will give and he set up my work schedule for the rest of my first year.
I have made a decision -- when Elaine comes for her next visit, I am not going to share any of the things in that guideline; after all, that is a business agreement and is not for chit chat... I will simply tell her that Harold has talked over our arrangements and that I am very satisfied. I think that would be a little more mature. I am afraid that I have become involved in what might be thought of as gossip. Now then, I feel so much more sure of myself, and of my plans, in reviewing what my bosses have set up for me.
Harold said that they are not in a position to give me a raise for this coming year, but here is what they are willing to do, if I am satisfied (and I assured him it sounds fine to me):
I will be given a paid vacation of three days to go home and get my winter supplies. That will start October 17th. They will include a $20 bonus and my regular pay -- which I will have paid to me early enough so I can have it to use for my trip.
I will be back to work by Tuesday noon on October 21st. Harold will be taking my job and he needs to meet an engagement that afternoon.
The present schedule will continue from that day until after Christmas (the shop closes for that day, of course) and then, after that, I will be coming to work at 8:30 instead of 8:00 and I will go home at 4:30 instead of 5:00 until the week before Easter. My pay will remain the same. (And from now on I am to take my full hour at noon.)
I would have lost so much if I had confronted and declared and threatened and complained. I am so very happy with the way this rather unhappy week turned out! And I can hardly wait for my vacation days to arrive!
Hiking The Annapurna Circuit
We start walking at an elevation of around 2,500 feet. The hillsides along the river valley are terraced and it appears they are harvesting some type of rice from the tiny fields scattered among homes and small villages. We see men plowing the larger terraced fields with teams of oxen and a wooden plow.
Women are cutting bundles of grain, carrying them on their backs in baskets to their homes. Women and children take stalks of grain and beat them on the ground over a mat, threshing out the kernels. It is the winter dry season but there is still green vegetation at lower elevations.
As we reach the northern part of the range, we continue to gain elevation. The higher villages start reflecting more Tibetan influence. The homes are clustered and even stacked in a terraced fashion on top of one another. There are a lot of prayer flags and prayer wheels, reminders of the Tibetan Buddhism influence in this region. When people walk by, they give them a spin to release some of the "prayers" engraved on the wheel.
It is warm at the lower elevation during the day (60 to 70 degrees F) but cools rapidly at night, as this is late fall in the mountains. After a few days of elevation gain, it is freezing at night and by the time we reach the top of the pass, the freezing temperatures persist even during the daytime. This is the dry season and there were a few snow flurries one afternoon but it never rained. Trekking during the summer monsoon season would be a very different experience and a lot more miserable than the cold we experienced at night.
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.
For several days, we hike along a wild and scenic river with water colored a beautiful blue from the glacial silt it carries. Crossing on suspension bridges becomes commonplace.
We fall into a routine of waking up at 6 a.m., breakfast at 6:30, trekking by 7:30, mid-morning tea and snack, lunch around 1 p.m., stopping by 4 p.m. for tea, sometimes a shower, dinner by 6 p.m. and in bed by 7 p.m.
There is never heat where we sleep and once the sun goes down we're dressed in several layers and pretty happy to hop into our down sleeping bags. We don't read very much at night because if there's a light it's usually a single bulb in a room, so reading requires a penlight or headlamp and we are tired! One morning the temperature was 37 degrees in our room when we woke up. We never checked it again.
At the higher elevations there was usually some kind of stove for heat in the dining area, which made it more tolerable, but far from warm.
To be continued...
Celebrations & Observances
This Week's Birthdays
More July Birthdays
More July Anniversaries
July Special Days
Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Thanks for the birthday card. When a person awakes to music of a marching band on their birthday morning, they should be inspired to face another year of blessings. The evening before my birthday, our daughter and husband stopped by with a banana cream pie and a gift. The next evening another couple took us to Baker's Square -- you guessed it, another piece of pie. It's good that birthdays don't come every month, but I'm thankful for the ones that have come and gone; hopefully I'll see a few more.
Thank you for the very thoughtful e-card! Shawn and I are very blessed to be celebrating our third anniversary and have two lovely little girls as additions to our family. We are also very grateful to such wonderful family and friends.
P.S. We are going out to dinner Friday night to celebrate. I'll try to remember to get a picture taken!
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?
Can hardly believe I have been to Minnesota and had the privilege to be at The Bulletin pot luck! Please give my heartfelt thanks to all that made it possible and Sooo Good to see and visit with each one. Donna and Beaver were the Greatest Host and Hostess. Thanks and Thanks again.
Editor's Note: The total number of subscribers who were there is 29 (total number of guests in all was 47). My subscribers list now numbers 135 so 29 is about 21-1/2 percent in attendance. Not too bad for a first attempt.
In The Bulletin #331 -- Observations by Don Anderson, he starts out mentioning the poem October's Bright Blue Weather. I wonder if that is the same one I learned in the fifth or sixth grade. All I can remember is this:
The golden-rod is yellow, the corn is turning brown
I'm sure there is more to it, but this all I can remember. So if either one of you can help me out, I would be beholden to you. Thanks.
Editor's Note: I did a search on that request. The one I found for the beginning verse you gave goes like this:
The golden-rod is yellow;
The gentian's bluest fringes
The sedges flaunt their harvest,
From dewy lanes at morning
By all these lovely tokens
But none of all this beauty
'T is a thing which I remember;
This poem can be found, for example, in:
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
I just knew this Bulletin would be tuned to the song of the day, which was the July 4th holiday, and for what it means to us, the U.S. citizens to have our independence.
Also, 50 years since the star was added to the flag when Alaska became a state. I remember when that took place. Does that mean I am over 50? I clicked on the link about the change in the flag's stars. That was most interesting, and such a complete story of the flag in such a condensed space. We had just looked at flag sites, but missed that one.
Such a meaningful picture to have the flag amidst the lovely flowers, which even Alaska can produce. How is it that we think of igloos when we think of Alaska? Surely not a median in bloom.
This SPECIAL ISSUE for The Bulletin Pot Luck was simply great to those who had to miss it. We were so hoping there would be a story and pictures of it all. We have been reading The Bulletin long enough to recognize nearly all the guests. That's what would have made it so nice to be there. To meet the person behind the name. I see there were a few empty chairs left so you would have had plenty of room for us. There was a feeling of homesickness to see Kathy and Arg there on the Ashby farm. I know we missed a lot.
Thank you for all the snapshots you included, Don and Lori and Donna Mae. Elaine must not have felt like the trip. I'm glad you didn't miss getting a picture of the host, Beaver, and we almost missed one of Donna Mae, the hostess, except for finding her with the magnifying glass on the group photo.
I was thrilled to see the recent picture of Steve Miller with Dorothy. That was an excellent picture, and it's not fair that he hasn't aged like the rest of us. Maybe that's the Florida sunshine.
The CHUCKLES picture of that Bibsy cat of Storybrooke Farm was a winner. What a prize expression on its face! Between the eyes and the whiskers, you are almost hypnotized Bitzi's caption was so funny, too -- "what part of MEOW don't you understand?" I wonder what Miss Kitty and Mai Tai thought of that picture?
I wish Krista and Shalana Weiland would send you a picture of their new kittens. No cats were ever so loved or groomed. They each have one. There was a good friend that had a cat, Oreo, that Krista named and played with every opportunity. It had kittens, so the girls each got one of the same litter. (Is that the word for a batch of kittens?) I will let them tell you their names; you will never have heard a cat named that before. Krista showed me the latest pictures of them this morning. I haven't seen the kittens yet.
I think we need to hear from several that must have updates for us, and hopefully the Travelogue will continue next week, seeing this issue was mainly dedicated to the pot luck. We need some updates on the house building, and the house moving.
Thank you, and keep encouraged, you two. I don't even want to think of what it would be like if either of you "retired." I have gotten so addicted to The Bulletin, and usually I can't stop reading until I come to the last word.
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