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Daylight Saving Time Ends
(set your clocks back one hour)

Photo © Kjirsten Swenson
Bigtooth Maple grove, Cibola National Forest, New Mexico.

Updates -

Jessy & Chris Chap with son Grady Michael Chap.

UPDATE -- Grady Michael Chap arrives
by Donna Anderson Johnson
Ashby, MN

On October 24th at 5:01 p.m., Grady Michael Chap made his appearance. He weighed 9 lbs. 3 oz. and was 21 inches long. His parents are Chris and Jessy Chap.

After several days of ups and downs for Grady, and especially his mommy, the Chap family made an appearance together. This picture was taken the afternoon of the 29th. So good to see him with his mommy, finally! Grady was happy being in his mom's arms.

Grady Chap, happy at last, in his mommy's embrace, left; smiling, right.

UPDATE -- 80 years and weathering life's storms
by Tom Miller
Madera, CA (and other places)

Thanks for remembering my 80th birthday and all of the nice cards to remember the kind thoughts that each have shared! I think Betty must think she is the only one getting to this magic date! Some of the rest of us have "weathered the storms," too, and can still sit up and take nourishment.

I am leaving tomorrow for Portland, Oregon, by car. Then, on November 4, I fly to Florida for two weeks to spend with Jim and his families. Susie is going to meet me in Tampa and go to their house for supper and then on to Bible Study. Jim plans to drive up there on Tuesday and we will go back to his home on Thursday. We have Steve on the schedule so will plan some time with them, also.

Cheryl will fly down to Sacramento tomorrow and I will meet her there. She wanted to help me drive back up to Portland. I don’t have a problem with driving but it is 750 miles and that brings out too many other drivers and they are not all "nice." At this time of the year, road conditions can change quickly and going north with several passes to cross, I guess it is OK for her to do that.

I have bought a townhouse in Beaverton (suburb of Portland) and my granddaughter is living there with Megan, my 4-year-old great-granddaughter. I have my own portion of the house so can keep clothes and things and don't have to pack so much stuff. It is colder up there and rain so extra sweaters and a rain jacket are a necessity.

Someday, after selling the Madera home, I plan to re-locate up that way. When? Only time can tell -- property is not moving at reasonable levels now and I don't plan to give it away. I may list it with a property manager to rent, but that is the last resort.

Photo © Lori Ostendorf
Lobster Lake cabin painting crew.

UPDATE -- major painting project at Lobster Lake
by Shawn Ostendorf
Rogers, MN (and Lobster Lake, Alexandria, MN)

This past weekend we had many family members and friends help us paint the whole inside of our new lake place. We were quite thrilled with the progress we made. The power of people is truly amazing when they work as a team. Beaver, my sister Tammy, my dad Larry, Lori and I took the day off on Friday from our normal jobs to put a coat of primer on the walls and ensure the inside was ready for the painting crew on Saturday.

Unfortunately, we got off to a late start priming as the builder was running a tad behind on sanding the walls to the perfect smoothness. Luckily we made up incredible time with Beaver using the sprayer and other people rolling behind him and cutting in from the ceiling, etc. My dad, a detailed engineer by trade, helped clean the floors and walls to ensure no dust would hit the walls and stick to the paint. Without his help, who knows how the walls would have looked when we finished?

On Saturday, we had 11 people (Larry Ostendorf, Tammy Ostendorf, Brian Nordling, Kristin Nordling, Weston Johnson, Wyatt Johnson, Mandy Week, Eric and Leona Anderson, and Lori and I) help put two coats of paint on the inside of every wall on the main floor. We started about 9:30 a.m. and were completely done by 1:30 p.m. and that included a hour lunch break. Lori organized a plan that put two to three people in every room which clearly helped us finish in record time.

Lori and I went back on Sunday to see the final product after it dried for 24 hours and we were quite pleased with the end result. Thanks to everyone who helped us; you can't imagine how appreciative we were for everyone giving up their time and talent. Now when we move things into the cabin in three weeks, we might be looking for more volunteers ... any takers? HA! HA! Just kidding!

We are blessed to have wonderful friends and family to help! Thanks again.

An additional note from Lori:

I thought I would also add a note that we had my mom and Shirley (Shawn's mom) on "kid duty" while all the rest of us were painting. They watched and entertained all the kids: our girls (McKenna and Kierra), Wyatt's girls (Rylie, Brook and Camryn) and Brian and Kristin's boys (Keith and Kyle) ... not to mention all the various dogs. :) Thanks to them, along with Beaver, for taking on this task so we could finish our painting on Saturday!

Photos © Brian Nordling
Kyle Nordling in tree, left; Keith Nordling, right

Rich Weiland celebrates at surprise dinner for 16, a gift from Verlaine (who planned the feast and also celebrated a birthday of her own in October). The Weilands also have a 47th wedding anniversary to celebrate this week. Congratulations to a lovely couple!

UPDATE -- Rich's surprise birthday party
by Rich Weiland
Coon Rapids, MN

First of all, thank you for the e-mail birthday greetings.

Verlaine asked Betty and Roy and Steve and Marci and Shalana and Krista for an early supper. That was fine with me. So I set eight places at the table. All were here, then the doorbell rang and here was Captain Jack and Virginia Adair. They "came to pay Verlaine for some bread we picked up and were going on to another appointment." RIGHT! Verlaine invited them in to have supper with us. So, as a dutiful husband, I added two more plates on the table.

Well pretty soon, the doorbell rang again. In walks Rod and Renee Martin with Dorothy Kleeb and Elisa Boettcher. I didn't have room for any more at the table. So we moved another table in for four more. (Of course, this table was conveniently at the ready!)

So I gave up and sat down to see how many more were going to "drop in." The tables were set for all who were here and then in walks Larry and Barb Meyer. Oh, me! What has that wife of mine done? Thankfully, once we ran out of tables and chairs, the carnage stopped.

We all sat down to a lovely dinner prepared for "all," unbeknownst to me. BBQ Ribs, Pineapple and Raspberry Fruit Bowl, Fresh Bread, Roasted Vegetables, Corn Off The Cob. Then a Lemon Supreme Pie from none other than Bakers Square and a fresh baked Angel Food Cake with Strawberries and Whipped Cream. Oh, me. Stuffed city!

Of course, there was the Birthday Song and then some music by Captain Jack and Larry Meyer on guitar.

So this was a total surprise, but pleasant. Wonderful to share my day with extraordinary friends, hand-picked by my wonderful wife.

Photo © Rich Weiland
Capt. Jack & Virginia Adair, Renee Martin, Shalana, Marci & Krista Weiland were among the 16 family members & guests who gathered for Rich's 67th birthday.

Photo © Rich Weiland
Larry Meyer, left, & Capt. Jack Adair play guitars at birthday party.

Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
Ashby, MN

Photo © Brian Nordling
Three thrill seekers at the top of the hill near the gravel pit at the Ashby farm: Kyle & Keith Nordling & Jayce Chap. In the background is Lake Christina.

Photos © Brian Nordling
Kyle at top of gravel pit, left; Beaver watching the boys play in gravel pit, right.

Keeping The Kids Entertained

While Shawn and Lori's painting crew was working at painting their cabin at the lake, Shawn's mother, Shirley, was helping me watch some of the children. Orginally, she was going to paint, too, but with Caity being sick, she helped me instead.

Kristin and Brian Nordling (best friends to Lori, since college days) brought their sons, Keith and Kyle, when they came for the weekend, to help paint. According to Kristin, the boys had great anticipation about visiting the farm! Hopefully it lived up to their expectations. They appeared to have a lot of fun exploring, collecting and playing. Beaver was their tour guide and, from what I gather, he did a terrific job of keeping them happy.

Photo © Brian Nordling
Keith & Kyle enjoyed checking out the sheds & all around them, including finding & admiring one of the old trucks on the farm. Notice the Donald B. Johnson, Ashby, Minn. sign on the door. (I remember painting that sign in the 1950s. --Photo Ed.)

Photo © Donna Johnson
Back row: Brooklynn Johnson, Kyle Nordling holding Kierra Ostendorf, Keith Nordling; front row: McKenna Ostendorf, Camryn Johnson & Rylie Johnson.

The Matriarch Speaks W
by Dorothy (Dake) Anderson
Alexandria, MN

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.

(Send us some to run; we will line them up in our staging area to take their turn. Lori Chap Ostendorf supplied last week's mystery photo.

How many can you identify? What's going on?

Answers to last week's mystery pictures (click here to review them):

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.

HHHHHHMMMMMM, they look vaguely familiar ... is it Beaver "Legion Guy" Johnson and Minnesota Sports fan son Weston? Good picture!

Barb Dewey
Ashby, MN

Well, what do you know -- there is the father of the groom (Beaver Johnson) and the second of the groom's brothers (Weston Johnson). I would think that was taken some time before Ben and Ashley's wedding that Weston covered so well in # 384. I would think lots of people knew who they were when they looked to see if they could guess whose picture was in the paper.

Mother-in-law or Grandma ... to those pictured
Dorothy Anderson
Alexandria, MN

I am responding to mystery picture of last week. It is my brother-in-law Beaver and his son Weston.

Argyle Anderson,
Breezy point, MN

What a great photo of Weston and Beaver! I have no idea what was going on but apparently Beaver was watching something when the photographer caught Weston's attention.

Mitzi Johnson Swenson
Dickinson, ND

Well, based on their hats, I'd say it's Weston and Beaver. I assume you have a picture of kids in Hallowe'en costumes this week to throw us all off our game.

Kyra Carson
Mill Valley, CA

I have NO PROBLEM deciding who the mystery picture is this time, but for what they were doing, that I have no clue. Pretty happy pair! Must have been at some doings in Ashby, by the hats devoted to the Post and football. An excellent picture of those two. A proud dad (Beaver) and his devoted son (Weston).

Betty Weiland Droel
MoundsView, MN

Memory Lane

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.

Dorothy Dake, 20, hand tinted portrait, 1946.

Unexpected Fall Fun
by Dorothy Dake
Howard Lake, MN

I would have never believed that I would be in charge of the place, that I would be given carte blanche use of the lab, and that I would be paid for the opportunity of watching the Bemidji State Teachers College's homecoming parade.

What do you know about that! I am about ready to drag the step ladder into our area outside the doorway, climb the ladder so I am higher than the tallest one standing out front on the sidewalk, and get a good view of all the fun and frolic as the parade goes by. They say the floats are quite professional, the queen and king are royally arrayed, and the clowns manage to be really quite funny. Who says all this? Ken! How does he know so much about it? Well, he is photographing all the preparation and folderol that goes with it. And how did that all happen?


I would suppose this was the last of the fall season for our beautiful city. The way I got to be the Lady In Charge Of Photo North was exciting and unexpected.

There is a man the bosses call Phil ... he appears now and then and asks to speak to one of them. He will not ever go to the lab, as he hates the chemical smells. So they come to Harold's office to talk. I often hear their conversations, which they don't seem secretive about. I have figured out that he is the owner of the Bemidji Pioneer Press. It appears he has only one photographer working for him and so he often has one or the other of my bosses do some of the photography work for the paper. He also makes some extra name for himself by doing freelance work for various publishers that he knows. I guess they have done some of the photos that go with Phil's work in the past.

The very day I got back from my vacation, we had a visit from Phil. This time I called Ken up to the front, at his request. He was pretty excited about a job he had available for either Ken or Harold. Well, being Harold was gallivanting somewhere in the East, it meant it was for Ken. They went into the office and I got so busy with catch up I didn't pay any attention to their chat. It was only later that I found their talk affected me, too.

I found out that this time it was a freelance that Phil felt he can sell. It is to be for an article about college football. Ken had agreed on doing the photography for the article that Phil is writing. He wants pictures of the homecoming activities of the state teachers college here in Bemidji. So that means, being number one boss is out of town (for who knows how long), and number two boss is on a freelance job ... the third in control is now the captain of the ship -- or something like that.

This arrangement has occupied us until today. Friday, October 29, after the parade is over, Ken's work is mostly finished. But he and Phil will be working and maybe Phil will want some other photos, so I am to be alone until the first part of next week. The only help I have been having is Dad Foley to do errands and Ken to do the most important production. The rest of the time I take care of customers and there really aren't many, since the tourists have mostly all gone south. I have been working on a project of my own, which I am thrilled to have the opportunity to do ... more about that later!

We have a note and a bell that customers ring to get my attention. So, though I suppose I could take some pictures of the parade, I guess I will just crawl up my ladder and watch, as I am sure Ken will get lots of good pictures. When this is over, the production on my project will go back into full swing. The completion of that project will be the MOST exciting event of the week for me. (As you can probably tell, homecoming activities are not terribly interesting to me.) Oops, I hear the bell! See you later!

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Photo © Kjirsten Swenson
Mount Everest from sightseeing flight on Buddha Air.

Mount Everest Flight Concludes Annapurna Circuit
by Mitzi Swenson
Dickinson, ND

Another scary bus ride brought us back to Kathmandu, Nepal, for a couple of days of sightseeing, feasting, and shopping. Seeing Mount Everest, the highest mountain in the world, was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so we reserved seats on Buddha Air.

The flight was one hour long. Every passenger had a window and a map of the mountains and the flight attendant came by several times to point out the names of the mountains, in addition to letting everyone have a turn to visit the cockpit. One of the pilots was a woman.

Mount Everest wasn't as spectacular as I had envisioned, simply because it is surrounded by so many high peaks, unlike Mount McKinley in Alaska, which is much higher than the surrounding peaks. Even though the summit of Mount Everest is about 9,000 feet higher, its vertical rise is a little more than 12,000 feet, or 6,000 feet less than Mount McKinley's vertical rise of over 18,000 feet. It added a great perspective to see the Himalayan range from the air.

To be continued...

Photos © Kjirsten Swenson, left; © Sheldon Swenson, right
Mitzi about to feast on Dal Bhat (lentil soup with boiled rice) in Kathmandu.

Photo © Sheldon Swenson
It added a great perspective to see the Himalayan range from the air.

Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of
Hetty Hooper

This Week's Birthdays
November 2---Gert Dake Pettit
November 2---Brianna Susan Lehtola (8 years)
November 3---Art Mitzel
November 7---Thomas Roland Mellon
November 7---Sandra Kay Miller Smith
Happy Birthday!

This Week's Anniversaries
November 3---Rich and Verlaine Weiland (47 years)

More November Birthdays
November 10---Argyle Anderson
November 11---Allison Aydelotte (11 years)
November 12---Patty Anderson Henderson
November 14---Marian Miller
November 14---Cara Swenson
November 17---Zachary Myron
November 17---Mark Andrew Johnson
November 19---Tyler Swenson
November 20---Jeff Gauderman
November 21---Alex Jo Marie Sigman (5 years)
November 21---Amy Elaine Printz (5 years)
November 21---Judy Riesenberg
November 23---Jessy Chap
November 26---DeLoris Anderson
November 27---Shalana Kay Weiland
November 30---Aaron Stahlecker

More November Anniversaries
November 16---Argyle and Kathlyn Johnson Anderson (46 years)
November 26---Ben and Heather Henderson (5 years)
November 29---Kurtis and Jeni Larson (5 years)

November Special Days
November 1---Daylight Saving Time Ends
November 11---Veterans Day
November 26---Thanksgiving Day

Miss Hetty's Mailbox:

Rich Weiland opens colorfully wrapped gifts, left, as Verlaine reads a birthday card; the BBQ ribs, right were also colorful -- and delicious!

Dear Miss Hetty,

I know how you love to get news for your "gossip column," and I keep trying to find anything you might be interested in.

Well, last evening we were invited to a surprise birthday for Rich Weiland's 67th birthday. Verlaine had worked very hard to keep it a secret and still plan her meal for the 16 that were invited. She set the table for eight, which would have been just family, so Rich did not tumble at all.

The doorbell rang, and there was Capt'n Jack, and Virginia Adair. They pretended they were just going to drop by, and they wanted to rush away, but Verlaine kept urging them to just come on in anyway. So, Rich was setting two more plates on the table for them when the doorbell rang again, and more company. Well, they ended up using two tables and two tray tables to accommodate the well wishers by the time they all got there.

What fun! Jack had brought his guitar (of course), so we had a sing session with Jack and Larry Meyer, both on their guitars, accompanying us. Rich was pretty happy to open so many pretty gifts as it was such a surprise.

Verlaine had made the most delectable BBQ ribs, also a beautiful salad, and then angel food cake with strawberries and whipped cream for dessert.

Betty Weiland Droel
MoundsView, MN

Capt. Jack & Virginia Adair & Steve Weiland were guests at Rich's party.

What does one do when one doesn't know what to do?

Jeff and Evelyn Swenson are Sheldon and Mitzi's brother and wife. They are some very good friends of ours. They have a huge, very comfortable motor home that they offer us the use of for almost a week. We are so indebted. We are at a loss as to how to show our appreciation.

So, we had them over for dinner so we could return the key to them. Jeff is an accomplished musician so when I asked him to play us a piece before they left, he sat down and played for quite a while. Evelyn stepped up to the piano and they sang duets. Jeff has such a soft, gentle, even touch, and he makes such beautiful melody by memory or ear, whatever.

Anyway, this picture is what I took of them, and it turned out so dark that you can hardly see who they are. I would have lightened it, but our photo editor prefers you send it as is, as she has the expertise to work with it until it is just right.

So, Miss Hetty, if you are not overloaded with letters in your box, maybe you need this one for a filler -- or even save it for another week.

Betty and Roy Droel
MoundsView, MN

Photo © Betty Droel
Jeff & Evelyn Swenson played & sang duets.

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?

'Many Thankse

Miss Hetty


Click here to review last week's Bulletin

Love The Bulletin and I guess I'm like so many others, look for it the first thing Saturday morning. Thanks for all your attention to our benefit.

Tom Miller
Madera, CA (and other places)

I can't believe that it is Friday evening again. Seems just a day ago or so. I hope we remember to set our clocks back. Renee Martin usually comes over and helps us set our clocks on daylight savings. She uses a ladder for some, etc., and I won't tell you how many clocks we have in our house. I love clocks and mirrors, and we have our share. She is so young and agile, and we are neither.

I am imagining you are busy putting the touches to The Bulletin again, and knowing Jerrianne, she is very dedicated, even into the night.

We love it and appreciate it. We try to send stuff so you have some to use if needed, and you can always just toss whatever is too much.

Now to count down until morning!

Betty Droel
MoundsView, MN

Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
by Betty Droel
MoundsView, MN

I think I have just enough time to write our thanks again for another simply precious Bulletin!

This one is a keepsake issue for Mr. and Mrs. Ben Johnson, and all those who know them best.

It began with that very beautiful, eye-catching, picture of the bridal bouquet. Its startling colors and design, with the flowers on the right, with the feather being such a focal point, and the space between the bouquet and edge of picture on the left. It seemed so artistic, I was sure Bitzi must have had a hand in that, but we have to give Lori all the credit this time, I see. Such a beautiful selection of color, just at this season, for them to have chosen.

They surely look like a happy couple, and it was a wedding that must have taken months to prepare for. The children look so correct and rehearsed, and yet normal. Every detail must have been well thought out in advance and discussed.

I was impressed the most with Weston's detailed account of the wedding. I hope he can use his writing skills in the work he does. It was so complete and included all the details that a person would want to know. Right from the moment it started, at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, to the welcoming of the new family member that they already loved. Oh, I thought that comment was so kind and what a happiness that would have been for Ashley to hear that from Ben's family. Once again, Weston had a part in a wedding which would have given him some private thoughts that we will never know. Many times we think of Weston and admire the manly man he is.

The update by Rich Johnson was welcome. They were in Bakersfield, California, where my very dear friends (also his relation), Norman and Nancy Johnson, live. The shoulder surgery sounded extreme, and it would take grueling therapy to get movement back again to continue the work Rich does. Without the therapy, he would have no hope of complete recovery.

There aren't many issues of The Bulletin that aren't finding Caity growing up into a beautiful lady. Since I have been reading The Bulletin, she has come from a little girl to this lovely Junior Bridesmaid for Ben and Ashley.

Rylie and Brooklynn will remember all their lives the sweet part they had in this wedding. The clothes, the hairdos, the rehearsals, the fabulous dinner. Even Kierra was outfitted in her little red outfit, showing off her blue eyes.

And THEN, comes the Memory Lane feature that we anxiously await each week. We knew this would be a part of the story that was vividly remembered without any trying. To arrive back in Bemidji, and back into the little apartment, all alone now. Memories would soften the reality of the distance between family and daughter, and once again the overcoming feeling of making your way in the real world would almost smother you. I am so glad it was a beautiful view that you saw first as you found yourself back where work was waiting for you.

Just hauling your luggage up the stairs would be a big job, but then youth and energy would be on your side. I am not surprised the first thing you did was to crawl right under the blanket and have a good, uninterrupted sleep.

Then, heading back to your desk, not knowing just what was waiting there, would have heightened your qualms about being gone so long. All the stacked up work would certainly take your mind off any loneliness. You had such a good way to look at things, Dorothy, and that rules your judgment yet today.

The Travelogue was a pleasant surprise, as I was afraid I would be finding the last of the trip for the Swensons, but there were more pictures, and it once again said "to be continued." We had dinner with Jeff and Evelyn Swenson, and they were telling about Mitzi and Sheldon's move into a home across town now. We will need some pictures and descriptions of that, too, please.

I was thrilled to see the Miss Hetty column with familiar names reporting events. I loved the "65 or 'better'" answer, as to just how old you are. It is so true that The Bulletin has enriched our households. It has become a big part of our weekend.

Kira is having her own publicity now, and she is no longer the babe in arms that I saw her last as. Actually, the glasses look very becoming, Kira.

The Quotation for the day was almost close to the truth. What would we ever do without duct tape? I use it every day for something.

Now the pizza is ready to pop into the oven so Roy can ward off starvation this quiet, peaceful Sunday evening. It is cold and wet out, but still no snow, nor are many leaves falling yet. THANK YOU again for our Bulletin #384.

Betty Droel


Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell; photo by Sarah Steinhauer
Ride 'em, Cowgirl! Kira's hair bow matches her hot pink boots.
(Happy Hallowe'en, Y'all!)

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