Sunday, July 26, 2009
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UPDATE -- from the Netherlands
Greetings to all the readers of The Bulletin,
Yesterday this passenger liner passed my town of Maassluis. The ship's name is Queen Mary 2. Just after dinner I saw it coming from the direction of Rotterdam. It took a while before the ship was coming closer; it was not moving fast.
When the ship was near the harbour of Maassluis, it blew the ship's horns three times. It was an impressive sound. You could see many people on deck and on the balconies before the cabins.
Since a few years, Rotterdam has a special terminal for handling passenger ships and more ships are coming now. Early in the morning the ships arrive and the passengers can visit Rotterdam and do some shopping.
The economic crisis has an influence on the port of Rotterdam; not so many container ships come and all the businesses that are handling the freight are having a difficult time. The containers and freight are transported by trains, trucks and smaller ships to all countries of Europe. On the roads, you can see that not so many trucks are transporting the freight.
In spite of the economic crisis, the harbour of Rotterdam decided last year that new ports are to be built. This project is called Tweede Maasvlakte. New land is made before the coast of Hoek van Holland. I will tell you more about that in the next update.
Also, in the garden center we sold 15 per cent less than last year. More people are staying in the Netherlands for the holidays and won't go abroad.
UPDATE -- we watch our great grandson's baseball game
We were pretty excited to have a "first time" when we are getting as old as we are. Not everything is "been there, done that" yet in our life, evidently. Roy's son Darrel has a son, Tim Droel (an excellent, successful attorney). This letter is about Tim and Heather's 14-year-old son, Houston.
Houston and his two brothers have excelled in sports from pre-kindergarten, and now Houston is playing in the state tournament. (Weston likely knows all about that, but I don't.) Tim and Heather invited us to go to the last game of their season and we were very glad to. It happened to be in Blaine, which is just the next suburb from us here in north Minneapolis/St Paul.
It was a chilly afternoon and evening, but we were pampered by having a seat right next to the fence and a stadium blanket, besides jackets. We were so fascinated watching such exhausting baseball play. Houston was doing great as a catcher or a pitcher or a batter until he injured his shoulder again. We were saddened as it was such a disappointment to him to have to step off the field with that painful shoulder. It had happened before, causing him to not play for several weeks.
Anyway, we were glad Tim suggested taking a picture of Houston and Roy, the great grandpa, with his iPhone! We just had to share this great event with you. I am not going to tell you that Houston's Eagles team lost.
Great Grandma Betty Droel
UPDATE -- a visit to Giethoorn, Venice of the North
Yes, we are back from Giethoorn with some very nice pictures. As you maybe know, I have sent you some time ago a pps [PowerPoint] film from a village here in Holland named Giethoorn. [Google Giethoorn pps to find this online.] This little town is named as a "Venice of the North" in Holland.
Rian and I went this week to that village. I have made (I think) some very nice pictures. As I know that it is difficult to send you the nice ones (hard job), I will try to do so. I do have more, but 10 is maybe plenty?
To the Editor:
I have recently come across your Bulletins and related sites on the web and have begun to learn more about some of my own relatives on my paternal grandmother's side.
Amy Dake was my second cousin. Her father, Alonzo, was my great Uncle. His sister, Mina, was my grandmother. Mina was originally married to my grandfather, Daniel F. McKenzie, and after being widowed at a young age, married Greenberry Chaney. My father, Don C. McKenzie, actually grew up on the Dake Farm, since his father (Daniel) died just a few months after my father's birth. Mina moved to the Alonzo Mellon (later Dake) farm with her five children in 1906.
I would like to subscribe to your Bulletin.
Regards, Don H. McKenzie
Editor's Reply: This is such a thrill! I do remember hearing some of what you are telling. I am the middle child of Bill and Amy Mellon Dake ... and I seem to remember meeting a Don McKenzie (perhaps that was your father). Have you ever been with my grandad to visit his farm during the time our family lived there? Or perhaps you attended my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary.
At any rate, I will now put you on my mailing list. I will publish your letter as your opening payment for your subscription. There is no money involved in getting the paper. The agreement, though, is that you will introduce yourself to the rest of the subscribers. Your letter will partially do that, but we would enjoy having a little introduction to you and your family. --Dorothy Dake Anderson
Thanks for the quick response to my earlier note.
My dad would visit the farm now and again over the years, and later to visit his cousin, Amy, there when she was living in the mobile home on that property. I only met your parents once or twice, when I was very, very young (late 1940's, maybe) and my folks took me out to the farm to see where my dad grew up. I do not recall if my dad attended Amy's 50th anniversary. I know I did not.
A few years ago, I went to Howard Lake (I did not remember where the farm was) and found a book in the library that showed old maps with property owners' names. I located the Mellon (Dake) farm and went there. I think now it was only a 5-acre lot with the barn and old home on it. No one was home at the time.
I took a few photos and talked with a neighbor who was plowing the adjacent field. He indicated it was a grandchild of Amy's that lived in the home at that time. It was about 2003. I visited the cemetery in Howard Lake and was sorry to see that Amy had died just a few years before I could get to really know her.
I would also mention that I was at the funeral just this week in Minneapolis for Allen R. McKenzie (age 94). Allen was the son of Forrest and Julia McKenzie. Forrest (my uncle) was the eldest of Mina's children (my father was her youngest). Allen's two daughters and their husbands are living in Florida. They have children (and grandchildren) living in Minnesota and Florida.
Regards, Don McKenzie
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.
THERE IS PHOEBE! and two of her dear brothers and spouses. It would be wonderful if they could walk out of the picture. George, Phoebe, Jim and Blanche were special to me in my growing up years. Tom and Lou were later introduced to Rich and me. Oh, how I wish I could give each of them a hug!
Editor's comment: The photo is one that Blanche had given me ... it is taken by the first winter home that Blanche and Jim had in Florida. It was a park model mobile home in a park. Left to right: Tom Miller and wife Lou, Jim and Blanche Miller, and Jim's sister and husband: George and Phoebe Huisman.
I don't have to "guess" about this picture -- Tom and Lou Miller, Jim and Blanche Miller and my folks, George and Phoebe Huisman. It was taken in 1989 when we took my folks to Florida to visit Jim and Blanche at Bonita Springs. Added bonus was that Tom and Lou were flying in from California to spend some time, also. We left my folks at Jim and Blanche's and went sightseeing on our own, leaving the three couples to enjoy time together, which they did! Now think of the changes in 20 years!
Glenda (Huisman) Baker
The picture is of my dad, Tom Miller; his wife, Lou; Uncle Jim and Aunt Blanche; Uncle George and Aunt Phoebe. Not sure what the occasion was other than maybe a trip Dad and Lou took back to Minnesota.
Michele Miller Sales
We have been out of touch for a couple of weeks and I missed out on a couple of guesses that I would have been at least partly successful on. This week's mystery picture includes Tom and Lou (Peters) Miller and Uncle Jim and Aunt Blanche Miller. I fail to identify the other couple.
I was so glad that the GUESS picture was so easy to guess this time. There is Uncle Tom and Lou, Jim and Blanche, and George and Phoebe -- taken in younger days. They look like I remember them looking when I first met them in the '60s.
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.
Summer 1948 Draws To A Close In Bemidji
Summer is almost over, and I have really savored all of it to the fullest. There has been one notable difference from the original Dorothy and Louella plans, as we now have an additional person to fit in. Ralph (Williams), a friend from back home, has begun to slip into all of the weekend plans. Ralph and Louella seem to be working on a friendship, and I decided "three is a crowd." I did do a few exploration trips with the two of them, but these last two months I have been accepting a few invitations on my own.
The one trip that I found the most fun of all was my visit at Dolly and Keith Marshall's. I took along my new rod and reel and lure box. So while Dolly and I were waiting for Keith to finish his Saturday morning's work, we spent our time with some practice in the use of my new equipment.
I have never owned a rod and reel but I had once held and tried the one LeRoy had just bought. I went fishing ... but only for a few minutes ... so I needed lots of instruction. We got it by practicing in their back yard.
Besides showing the trick of the flick of the wrist in casting, she also showed me what the various lures were for. (I had a little instruction in that when I bought them from Ed in the Sport Shop -- the week before the fishing trip.)
The boat we used is much larger than the ones we rented when I was a kid. It has a large motor and Keith handles it with skill. The lake seemed pretty huge to me and it was just a tad scary for this "small lake" girl. But it seemed safe enough, so I just put my mind to enjoying it all!
It was such fun being out on the lake! What a beautiful day -- lovely beyond words! We did some fishing where you put out the line and let it trail behind the slowly moving boat -- so the lure looks live to the fish -- and we did some just sitting in their favorite fishing area and then casting into an area that looked promising. Then I reeled it in slowly, with little jerks now and then to tempt Northerns (Northern Pike), Muskies, and yes, even perch.
At home, the perch are little, with zillions of tiny bones ... and we throw them back. Here, they are much larger and Dolly told me that when Keith filets fish they are great eating, as he removes the bones.
Keith pretty much helped us two girls fish, and manned the boat and the dip net. It was so exciting when I cast and caught a fighter, which Keith told me he thought was about a four pound Northern. Dolly caught a really nice perch and then we did catch several other keepers and several that we tossed back.
We finished the day by inviting Dolly's parents over for a fish fry. I met the Nelsons and I won't forget her name as she is Blanche ... and that is the only Blanche I know, other than my sister! We had a tasty fish meal and, like Dolly said, when Keith had the fish prepared there was not a single bone that I had to deal with while eating it.
To finish it all up, Blanche invited me to come to their house and then her daughter Marjorie met me there and invited me for a visit to their house. (Louella went that time, too.) So the summer has been full. I have fished, visited Itasca Park, and have made lots more friends.
It has been a lovely summer and it has been exciting, learning lots of new things at Photo North, too. But I am seeing ahead that not everything is going to be to my liking. Being away from home, I am missing out on a ton of really fun things going on there. I hate to think that Carol is growing up without me to tote her around, and though I hear about things, I feel I am missing getting to see her do all the cute things that toddlers do!
And now I just heard I am about to be left out of the most important family event of this year -- LeRoy and Vonnie have planned their wedding. (I guess it will be very simple -- but it will be a family event that I would love to attend.) But I just cannot get off from work here during the last week of August, as that is the last of the tourist season and one of our busiest times of the year.
I made a call to talk to Lois about what is going on with the wedding plans. She knows that the wedding supper is for the immediate family only and will be prepared and served by Mom, Blanche, and Lois.
I have been wondering if we could have a reception for their various friends and extended family when I come home for my vacation. She is going to talk to them (LeRoy and Vonnie and Mom and Blanche). She says someone will let me know as soon as their plans are completed. I do hope it works out, as I hate to feel so left out of it all.
I had one other thought: what shall I do about a wedding present? It will be hard to tote anything big with me on the bus when I go home, so now I guess I had better call Blanche next and enlist her aid in making a good choice. (She is the expert in picking "just right" gifts.) Oh, my! there is a lot to this business of getting my little brother married off (joke, again!). We will give it a good try, though.
Hiking The Annapurna Circuit
The menus are quite extensive, but we ate a lot of rice. The vegetable egg fried rice was one of the best meals I had on the whole trek. Most of our meals were vegetarian. Occasionally, chicken was available and I tried yak steak one evening. Most places offered pizza but we only had that once on the trail and it was not outstanding. We ate a lot of delicious pancakes, Tibetan fried bread, rice pudding, apple pie, omelets and poached eggs.
We did not starve but did not gain any weight and then lost a bunch of weight when Mitzi and I got food poisoning (more on that later).
We soon started to meet frequent mule caravans. The mules often had bells on their necks that would make a delightful tinkling sound as they walked by. Many of the mules had colorful halters and eye guards and were quite interesting to watch. Most of the caravans had 10-15 mules but a few of the larger ones had around 30 mules, all carrying goods to and from the villages.
The northern villages would have been about 50 miles from the highway so it was a long distance for these mules and their handlers to travel. With mules hauling all this stuff, it was surprising to see a large number of porters on the trail, as well, with huge baskets or packs on their backs. They often had straps above their foreheads as a means of keeping the packs on their backs.
These loads on their backs were huge in volume and must have been close to their actual weight. I remember looking at one old skinny, bow-legged fellow at a village and thinking he must live there. A few minutes later, he put a pack on his back that was about three times his size, and off he went down the trail.
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.
We are surprised by how extensive the menus are. (However, we were very tired of the menu after 15 days.) Each village or area creates and prices the menus, which will be identical in every tea house, eliminating competition for price or variety.
We try lots of different soups (garlic, noodle, pumpkin, vegetable, mushroom, French onion, minestrone); breads (chapati, Tibetan, cornbread, buckwheat, bread with cinnamon or chocolate, pancakes with lemon or apples); oatmeal, champa porridge, teas (masala, black, lemon, mint, hot chocolate and hot milk); momo (similar to a steamed won ton); fried rice or potatoes; pizza; veggie burger and fries; eggs and dal bhat.
Dal bhat is the most common Nepali meal and consists of rice (bhat), a thin lentil sauce (dal), potatoes and vegetables in a mild curry or turmeric sauce, accompanied by a crisp cracker or bread. Nepalis would commonly eat dal bhat twice a day, using their right hand instead of a spoon.
The best dessert was rice pudding, apple pie, or custard. We bought mandarins and bananas at lower elevations and apples all along the trail. One time, the apples tasted like they had been stored with mothballs, probably to keep the mice from eating them. Seabuckthorn juice, made from a local berry and served hot or cold, was delicious.
We carried only a few snacks: Cliff Mojo bars, South Beach protein bars, peanut brittle (a gift from one of my volunteers that we almost lost to a thieving mouse, saved for the day we crossed the pass), and a jar of chocolate peanut butter, shelled sunflower seeds, and cocoa powder.
One time, I ordered a salad. It was the only thing I could think of, after seeing it on the menu, and never considered that it might be a bad idea. In the middle of the night, I was violently ill. The next day, we hiked over 10 miles and my entire sustenance was one Coke, three Sprites and a bit of clear soup for dinner. Combined with little appetite for the next few days, it was an effective weight loss program that I would have preferred to skip.
To be continued...
Celebrations & Observances
This Week's Birthdays
This Week's Anniversaries
Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
I just opened my e-mail and saw the lovely anniversary card. Thank you so much! Nancy and I had a pretty quiet, but enjoyable weekend, capped off by dinner at our favorite restaurant. It occurred to us we've spent no fewer than 20 of our 40 anniversaries there. We always ask for, and usually get, a really neat booth with a view!
We are now busily planning our next 40 years!
Dan and Nancy Mellon
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?
Great to see Marlene's update and picture of their new home .... however, it does make me quite "homesick" for all our dear Idaho friends! Glad Rich and Marlene are getting to enjoy them and living in the Treasure Valley, though!
Carol Dake Printz
I especially enjoyed your Memory Lane piece this week about Mom and Dad before they were married. It is some history I hadn't heard much about before.
Larry T. Dake
I don't see how you can get so much done! The Bulletins are fantastic! Probably takes me as long to read it as it does you to write it! Lately, I have to use a respirator most of the time. Thanks for including me!
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
I will use some free time right now to start this reply to another great Bulletin! Our son, Rodger and his wife, Claudia, are picking us up to watch a great grandson (Houston Droel) pitch. He can pitch 75 miles an hour, his grandpa said. We will see. We are ready with our jackets as it's pretty chilly today, and I can hardly wait to comment on a few things that were special in The Bulletin this time.
Number one being the picture of the traveling Johnsons' home in Meridian, Idaho. It is so cute, and reminded me right away of a storybook house! What lovely, big windows upstairs! We weren't told how many rooms, etc., and we need a picture of the kitchen. Is that chair that came back out of the dumpster in this home?
We can count on a new baby in most of The Bulletins, and this time it is Brienna Lyn Henderson. That is the sweetest picture of cousin Abigail Henderson lovingly cuddling this special little baby girl. I have a feeling Brienna will be able to handle her two big brothers with no problem. They will adore her.
First thing I thought of when I saw Wyatt and Jolene's new home, as it's being completed step by step, is the stairways that there would be, and I am hoping it will include a railing for their old age. It is so interesting to watch the progress. The next picture we see will likely have grass.
I hope you get some askers, or better yet, takers, on the Casa Villa Sunstar trailer.
I know just how thrilled Bridget must have been to have Donna Mae drive up with that pretty birthday cake and a lovely gift. I remember when she drove up to our home, bearing a lovely gift, too, and it has a very prominent place in our cupboard. What a disappointment to have to stay home from that party and be sick, Bridget!
And a good time was had by all ... that's what it looks like for the Otter Tail County Fair. Must have been good weather, which would add to the fun, plus the treats along the way. Actually, Caity is always a winner, it seems. She looks pretty happy with her fish.
I've seen several paragraph-long notices about different subjects of interest in The Bulletin in Donna Mae's column. This time it was about birds. That will be valuable information to some.
Now then, Memory Lane was once more the star of the show, as far as I'm concerned. What a special memory Dorothy was able to put together for us about her brother and our friend, LeRoy, and his blushing, pretty bride, Vonnie! Their children are part of the backbone of The Bulletin now, and the following generations, too. We were privileged to have gotten well acquainted with LeRoy and Vonnie through the years, and although time brings changes, it does not dim the memories.
It was so funny how honest Dorothy was in telling about Lois sharing all the real news, the "scoop," and how one phone call would bring her right up to date.
As always, the Travelogue held some fascinating facts and pictures that we never saw before or will again. Like the since graduated doctor, Kjirsten, squatting in the marigolds a world away from Texas or North Dakota.
Mitzi has mentioned Three Cups of Tea for reading enjoyment, several times. I must pursue finding that book and at least scanning it over. Our grandson and wife gave Roy a Reader Book for his birthday. You can download books and read on the neat instrument. I will see if that book would be available for download on it. (They also gave us a gift card for buying downloads.)
What a picture! That pretty lady serving tea with the real scenery in the background, not just a mural. I wonder if the hot tea would be difficult to drink out of the metal cups? We are not accustomed to poinsettias looking like that as a bush.
It's for sure I would never be a hiker. Looking at the mule train in Nepal makes me almost smell the dust and heat and slow plodding of the loaded down animals. I was so glad to see a picture of what they had described. There is snow in the distance. Oh, that poor man with the load of chickens on his back! To think that is their accepted way of life is truly incredible.
Thanks to Barb Dewey and Jim Smith for their LTTEs, which didn't leave me to be the only one that sent an impression of our Bulletin #369. I love to send comments on the pages that have taken much thought and art ability to assemble. I am sure it takes most of the week to finalize it, and when something comes in eligible for the context, it would be a thrill and relief to know there will be enough for the next issue. To think of this family Bulletin continuing for so many years WEEKLY just proves how much people appreciate it. It keeps such clean, family-oriented facts and humor for many subjects, so it never gets ho hum.
I think there could be several captions for the CHUCKLES this time. It is so funny ... actually hilarious to think of those old hens unable to get at each other, and having so much to cluck about. Yes, how true. The alternative would be the chicken basket.
The Quotation for the day, suggesting that July is the best month of the year, is probably because my nephew Steve Weiland is having a birthday. He is in the prime of life. I can hardly remember being in the 30's and 40's. Also, Lorraine Tabor is having a birthday, which is remarkable, knowing how very sick she is with post polio condition in the lungs, and cancer. We love her dearly and hope her day is special.
Thanks again to all who are responsible for our weekly day brightener, The Bulletin.
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