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Photo © Caity Chap
We were doing some outdoor jobs and I noticed the little pansies blooming -- in November! Caity went and got the camera to capture a picture for you. And to think we had snow the beginning of October. I'm liking this much better! --Donna Johnson

Updates -

Photo © Mavis Morgan
Frank & Sandra Morgan on North Dakota farm.

UPDATE -- Frank and Sandra Morgan visit Hope
by Mavis Anderson Morgan
Hope, ND

Tom and I were pleased to have a visit recently from Tom's cousin Frank Morgan and his wife, Sandra, now from Chicago, Illinois. Frank is an Aircraft Systems Maintenance Engineer for United Airlines. He was asked to move to Chicago to work, as they closed the London, England, office.

Frank came to Chicago in April and Sandra came in August, after getting their home in London ready to rent out. Frank plans to stay for seven years in this role and then retire. United Airlines is relocating to downtown Chicago next year to work in the Sears Tower (now Willis Tower). They are living in Arlington Heights at present but will be moving downtown next year.

Sandra worked for the Faculty of Health as an assessor of health-related qualifications at a university in London. She is hoping to find employment in Chicago in a similar position or will try something new.

They have a family of four sons, who all have attended various universities in England. They have three sons living in England and one son, Grant, now living in Australia. Grant is due to marry in February 2010, so they are thrilled to be adding their first daughter-in-law to their family.

While visiting here in North Dakota, they have been helping our neighbor friends Darrin and DeAnna Meyer with the combining of beans and have greatly enjoyed the new experience of driving various equipment.

Photos © Mavis Morgan
Fun driving big equipment on wide open North Dakota spaces.

Photo © Mavis Morgan
The Morgans helped neighbors harvest beans with combine.

We all enjoyed a trip to Thompson, North Dakota, and visited with the Char and Tim Myron family and many other guests gathered there, including Brandon Hellevang, our grandson, who attends the University of North Dakota. Frank and Sandra enjoyed meeting the Myrons' granddaughter, Alexa Gauderman, for the first time. Since she now has learned to walk, we all had fun watching her take those first steps.

Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell
Orange Kitty

UPDATE -- our missing Frodo kitty
by Don and Patty Anderson
Isanti, MN

Mr. Frodo, our giant orange cat, has been missing since Monday, November 2nd. Umm ... the picture is not really him, just a good likeness, and the only one I have while our computer (and hence all our photo files) are at my dad's being fixed.

We have looked and looked for him in all of the usual places and thankfully have not yet found him as a sail kitty on the side of the road or some other awful circumstance. Frodo was an indoor/outdoor kind of cat but he hated "the wet" and would NEVER be away from his dinner dish for more than a few hours without growing peaked. Hence our concern.

With new dogs just moved in next door and the call of coyotes heard many nights lately, we have reason to believe foul play may have been involved. Frodo was the best cat ever. No, REALLY. He was about 9 years old, 19-20 pounds of love, and apparently the pack leader, since our St. Bernard and other two cats are either at each others' throats or stuck to us like Velcro since Frodo went missing.

Frodo adopted us at the Humane Society seven years ago. We went to get a kitten, thinking that would be the easiest to introduce into the house with a 10 year old male cat already in residence. Since it was the dead of winter and no kittens to be found, we wandered through the adult cat enclosure on our way out, just to give the poor things a minute or two of attention.

All of the cats sat on their perches or curled in their litter boxes, completely ignoring us, with one exception... This GIANT orange cat leaped down from a second tier perch and RAN over to us, winding around our legs. Surprised, and assuming he was in great need of attention, we took him into a private visiting room where he went back and forth between us, butting his huge, softball-size head into our faces and covering us in orange fur.

What could we do? We put him in a box, paid the nice lady a fee and wondered what our 10 year old Siamese was going to think of this. Always a big affectionate diplomat, Frodo assimilated well into the household without even a single incident. In spite of his huge size and strength, he was always the peacemaker in our pack. He was our protector, too. Woe be it to a stray cat entering his yard ... we saw him "bounce" many a marauding Tom 15 feet or more into the woods with a single strike and then follow until the interloper was well off the property.

He also taught many a visiting dog (including Doug's Otto) a few manners! Frodo was always a favorite of new kittens in the household, either cuddled up next to him or even allowing them to perch on top of his back. He was truly a gentle giant.

You always know the day will come when you will lose a beloved pet, but I think the not knowing is the hardest part of this one. Mr. Frodo was special to all who met him and we are very grateful we found him that day in 2002. We will miss him very much.

Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell; photo by Marci Weiland
Hunter Holman, up to his ears in fallen leaves.

UPDATE -- Stan Dake and fellow musicians launch web site
by Carol Dake Printz
Sidney, NE

You might find it interesting to check out the web site that my brother "Bill" ("Stan" to those of us in the family) sent me today:

Photo © Cimarron - All Rights Reserved
Cimarron -- Texas Swing Dance Band; Bill (Stan) Dake, second from right.

I didn't know he was actually part of an "organized" band ... he's always played and sung "informally, for fun" with different groups. As he mentions, you can hear him singing in song #4, "Blue Spanish Eyes," on the song samples page ... and any steel guitar you hear in any of the instrumentals would be him playing.

from Stan--
Just for grins, you sisters of mine need to take a look at the attached site. Try not to be too jealous of your internationally famous brother. If you are all real sweet to me, I might consider signing an autograph sometime for you all! If you check out the song samples page -- number four is one of mine.

I am playing steel on all the rest. (No, there are no sour notes -- I intentionally play like that to remind myself of the good old days when I was just an amateur!) All the songs on that page were recorded outdoors under a big oak tree in 98 degree temperatures. What a mess! ha.

Photos © Gina Henderson
Abby rearranges canned goods in Mom's cupboard.

UPDATE -- happy November!
by Gina Henderson
Watertown, MN

I just wanted to send a few pictures I've taken of the kids lately. Abby loves to be in the kitchen with me, rearranging the canned goods or the tupperware cupboard. She found that the flour canister makes a perfect little chair for the job!

Then, when Mason and Logan came over to play, the three of them discovered what fun it is to empty the toy chest and pile in together! Gets a little crowded so they didn't last too long!

Meanwhile, Brienna has learned to sleep through the noise... :)

Happy November ... we're excited about Thanksgiving and for Rachel and Damon's wedding!

Photo © Gina Henderson
Logan, Abby & Mason take the toy chest for a spin.

Photo © Gina Henderson
Brienna has learned to sleep through the noise.

It has been a long time since my friend Kellie has written for The Bulletin ... but she reads it every week at work ... so she tells me. She is a lovely teacher of gifted middle school students and a dear friend. (I gave her boys piano lessons). She lives near where we lived when we started this paper back in Springfield, Missouri. --DMA

UPDATE -- author report on Anna Myers
by Kellie Thayer
Republic, MO

Just a quick note to let you know how much I enjoy The Bulletin, especially your Memory Lane excursions and "family news"! I liked the book section, too!

An author I thought you might be interested in is Anna Myers. She is an Oklahoma author and is gaining national recognition. Her books are not yet widely available, but some of the larger national chains will order her books, and some libraries are beginning to carry her works. She has written about 18 books, 16 of which are historical fiction. (It's a teacher thing!) She takes the point of view of a somewhat obscure character in dramas such as Lincoln's assassination (Assassin), the Galveston flood (Stolen by the Sea), and Nathan Hale's life in Spy. Another really good one is Tulsa Burning.

The books are written for 'tweens and teens, but I must confess to seeking out anything she writes! My students loved hearing her speak (she "became" some of her characters and told a bit of their stories) at a recent "Lite."

Here is a link to Anna Myers' web page:

Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell; photo by Mavis Morgan
Alexa Ann Gauderman kisses Mrs. Kitty. Alexa's grandma's cat's name was always Kitty until she had kittens & now she is Mrs. Kitty.

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With Donna Mae
Ashby, MN

Photo © Donna Johnson
Done! Lori & Shawn Ostendorf's cabin on Lobster Lake.

Lobster Lake home is ready for moving day

I got a terrific e-mail from Lori this week -- their lake home is completed!

Bridget and I met today at their new home and filled nail holes in the woodwork. Took some time, but gave us a great visiting opportunity. I appreciated her helping me out; I'd probably still be there filling otherwise!

I will go back again tomorrow and make sure we didn't miss any, vacuum up the mess from the dropped putty, mop floors and wipe down walls in preparation for their arrival this weekend. That will be the official move in day for them. So exciting!

Just a little sampling of how it looks right now...

Kitchen, left; welcome with a lake view, right.

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. Virginia McCorkell and Betty Weiland supplied last week's mystery photos.

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.

I want to send in a guess while I'm still thinking about it. With my first glance, my brain said I didn't recognize this week's pictures.

However, on closer inspection, I easily realized that I was looking at Suzanne McCorkell, Greg Dake and Jennie Dake (Horne).

The other picture I figured is Hunter Holman and I'm guessing that would be his parents. I noticed several times his pictures were taken by Susie, but I'm not sure if that is his mother's name or not. Can't venture a guess on his dad's name.

Donna Anderson Johnson
Ashby, MN

First picture: Greg Dake, Suzanne McCorkell, Jennie Dake at LeRoy and Vonnie's home. Greg and Jennie lived at Cleveland and when they came to visit the three always had a picture by the living room door. It was about 1983. It most likely was around the first part of July. Greg, Suzanne, Jennie, LeRoy and Vonnie all had birthdays within a few days and we always had a birthday party.

Second picture. Jeff, Hunter, and Susie Holman, taken at Susie's folks', Bruce and Judy Larson, this fall.

Larry McCorkell
Blaine, MN

Judging by the calendar, it was in 1984, which would mean that Greg and Suzanne would have been 10 years old and Jennie 8 years old. --Ginny McCorkell

The left one looks like Greg and Jennie Dake and Suzanne McCorkell taken in Grandpa and Grandma (LeRoy and Vonnie)'s home. This corner was a traditional photo-shoot corner. I think we had one taken every time we got together at their house! This looks like one of the last times I was still taller than Greg! ;-)

The right one is Jeff, Susie, and Hunter Holman. Don't know where. My guess would be it was a Sunday, as they are dressed up. Possibility it was taken at Post Falls convention?

Suzanne McCorkell
Charlotte, NC

In the GUESS picture there is a mother and guess whose mother it is -- HUNTER's mother! After waiting for so many years for a little one, here came Susie. Her mother is Judy Veldkamp-Larson, who is a sister of Marci Weiland, and Susie's dad is Bruce Larson, who grew up in the vicinity of Ashby. Anyway, dear little Susie grew up and had her own little baby, Hunter. So the GUESS picture on the right is Hunter and his mother, Susie, and dad, Jeff Holman (a cousin of Brad Holman). And if that isn't enough, Jeff's mother is Larry McCorkell's sister. Whew!

I will be disappointed that I didn't recognize the GUESS picture on the left when we find out who they are.

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.

Weather Change
by Dorothy Dake
Howard Lake, MN

I woke up this morning to an odd feeling that there had been a knock ... then it came again. A light rap that was indeed at my door! So I hopped out of bed to check. My first thought was that I was being called to the telephone.

But no, when I opened the door this November 18th of 1948, who should I behold but dear Bertha ... her curly white hair uncombed, and her old flannel house coat tossed over her Mother Hubbard. But why in the world was she standing there?

"Now Dorothy, dear, I had to catch you before you left for work!"

And that started a conversation that gave me a warning I was later going to appreciate. Bertha knew that I was not used to the winter of this area. She had lived in Iowa when she was young and she knew about blizzards -- and she knew that I had experienced them in the Howard Lake area, too. I had already told her about the "Storm Of The Century" that my family had come through on November 11, of 1940. But she said she felt she needed to warn me of a danger I did not understand. One that could trap the unsuspecting!

She had just been listening to her radio and had heard a warning, so she came to pass it on to me. She assured me that, even though it was now a nice, balmy 65 degrees (F.) out, I must not be deceived. She had heard that there was to be a change. I must go prepared for the cold that would probably be coming this day. She made me promise to wear very warm inner clothes and to put on my long, black coat, my boots, and my long scarf.

I felt dumb to go out in the warmth of fall dressed like January, but I knew Bertha did not mean to leave my door until I promised. And she knows I take promises very seriously. So that is why I left the big, white house dressed for winter on a this beautiful fall day!

It was such a nice, sunny morning that it made me sure I looked odd, dressed so warmly! I kind of sneaked the five blocks to The Corner Drug Store. I went in and sat back at a little table instead of at my usual seat. I ordinarily take my cup of black coffee and my plump cake doughnut sitting at the counter. But I thought I wouldn't be so noticeable sitting in the back. As soon as I finished, I paid quickly and slid out the door, headed for the front door of Photo North -- and whisked in to open business for the day.

By the time I had the shop open and had my coat and all my wraps hidden away in the closet, Ken had arrived. He sort of grunted out a good morning and went back to work yet more on his football project. Phil was a demanding taskmaster. I knew that Ken would be hidden out in the lab working all day ... and I had better not bug him about anything. He is usually pleasant -- but he was getting a bit testy with the pressure from HIS boss.

I did the dusting and prettying up and then worked on the left over bookwork. Just as I finished and went out front, a couple customers arrived. I had the fun of waiting on a mother and daughter who were shopping for prices for wedding photos. I got out the display book and showed them my bosses' work and handed them the brochures with all the prices and information. They seemed interested and said they were checking and would be back. The wedding, it turned out, is planned for next April ... so there was no pressure ... just interest.

We chatted as I saw them to the door. As I stepped out with them, it seemed odd to me, but the sun didn't seem quite as bright as it had been ... and was that a chill breeze?

My dinner hour is from noon until 1 o'clock. That meant that I had an hour yet before time for lunch, so I left the bell in place and headed to the lab to see if I could pan the day's photos for Ken; then maybe I could get them delivered during noon hour.

I was pleased to note that his temper had improved. He was doing some work on the enlarger. I told him I would deliver if we did the snaps now and that sounded fine to him, because then he wouldn't have to. (Harold and Bill both find delivering photos enjoyable but Ken hates it.) So, as we had the rolls developed, he got on the printer and ran off the three packets we had, changing the number for each group so I could sort them after they were dried. I put them through the developer, then the fixer and the rinse. I then left the lab and fed them into the drier. I had plenty of time to get them into their packets and ready to go when I left for lunch.

When I had all of my work done, I asked Ken if I should get him a sandwich, since he had said he wasn't going out to eat. He told me to take the money out of the till and get him a baked ham and cheese and a Coke ... if I would be so kind! Then he got right back to cropping and more enlarging. As I left, I warned him to be sure and answer the bell anytime it rang, as I was about to leave. I grabbed a dollar out of the till and went to the closet to get my wraps on.

It entered my mind that I could probably just wear my shoes instead of my boots and leave the sweater behind, but really I had promised, so I returned to the cocoon I had worn to work. I grabbed my tote bag. (I have a two section one that comes in so handy. In one section I put the folders of pictures to deliver; in the other I stuck my billfold, my scarf, and my knit gloves. It has a strap that can go over the shoulder or shorten for easy carrying.)

Now I had everything with me -- that should be OK with Bertha. I checked the store to see that everything was in order, opened the door and stepped out onto our street that runs north and south. I gasped as a blast of cold air hit me. It did not take me long to scramble back in through the door and dig my stuff out of the bag. I wrapped the scarf around my neck and tucked the ends inside the coat. Then, with my gloves on where they belong, I started out again. I made my delivery at the drug store across the street. This time there was no need to sneak ... any sensible person would have winter wraps in this weather. (Oh, thank you, Bertha.)

It is three blocks south and then one block west to get from our shop (which is directly across from the Corner Drug where I had just made the delivery) to the Bemidji Rexall. I planned to deliver two packets of pictures there, eat my lunch, buy lunch for Ken and then make the return trip. I made that trip in record time.

I had a sharply cold wind at my back, scooting me along. I was a bit scared it might throw me off my feet as it was so fiercely strong. I was glad to get around the corner and safe from the wind. I did notice that there were some puffs of snow blowing around ... but they certainly didn't seem too bad. There is a corner door on the drugstore. I took the south entry, just as a girl flew in from the west one. Mary Lou Skinner (the daughter of the owner) arrived for her afternoon shift just as I flew in with the packets. I explained my mission.

We took care of the delivery and then I checked in a few packets with rolls of film to be developed. Mary Lou made up three baked ham and cheese sandwiches (60 cents each) and drew two Cokes. She wrapped one sandwich and put it, and a bottle of Coke, into the second section of my tote and threw in a bottle opener.

She and I sat at the counter and ate the other two sandwiches. We had a nice chat and then she decided to write a note to Ken (I think they are getting serious). She folded it and put it in with the lunch.

About that time, the door flew open on the west side again and the customer that came in had snow all over his coat. I decided I had better get back to the shop, so I hitched my tote over my shoulder, sidestepped his snowy tracks and went out. I waved to a busy Mary Lou as I left....

To be continued...

Armistice Day Blizzard, November 11, 1940.
You can read Dorothy Dake's story about "the Blizzard Of The Century" in Bulletin 77.

Travelogue t

Photo © Sheldon Swenson
High-rise view in Kathmandu, Nepal.

Photo © Sheldon Swenson
Interesting transport vehicle -- think you could drive it?

Photos © Sheldon Swenson
Butchers selling meat, left; open air markets in Kathmandu.

Photo © Sheldon Swenson
Women fill buckets with water from a public well in Kathmandu, Nepal.

Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of
Hetty Hooper

This Week's Birthdays
November 17---Zachary Myron
November 17---Mark Andrew Johnson
November 19---Tyler Swenson
November 19---Nancy Mellon
November 20---Jeff Gauderman
November 21---Alex Jo Marie Sigman (5 years)
November 21---Amy Elaine Printz (5 years)
November 21---Judy Riesenberg
Happy Birthday!

This Week's Anniversaries
November 16---Argyle and Kathlyn Johnson Anderson (46 years)

More November 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
November 10---Argyle Anderson
November 11---Allison Aydelotte (11 years)
November 12---Patty Anderson Henderson
November 14---Marian Miller
November 14---Cara Swenson

November 23---Jessy Chap
November 26---DeLoris Anderson
November 27---Shalana Kay Weiland
November 30---Aaron Stahlecker

More November Anniversaries
November 3---Rich and Verlaine Weiland (47 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:

Dear Miss Hetty and The Bulletin staff,

Thank you for the concert! It was a cute birthday card. Thanks for the birthday wishes.

Curt took me out for supper. I always love any excuse not to cook, even if it means becoming a year older!

The Matriarch's youthful daughter,
Patty (Anderson) Henderson
Minnetrista, MN

Thank you for the nice e-card -- the concert was great!

We had a wonderful time on Tuesday night when Colette, Tim, Ashley and Erik came for dinner. We had one of my favorite meals -- tomato and hamburger hot dish, salad, garlic bread and the special birthday pumpkin pie, but Ashley and Erik had macaroni with Alfredo sauce and lots of garlic bread. Now whose birthday was it?

Thanks again for making my day -- Miss Hetty, Dorothy, Don and The Bulletin gang,

Argyle Anderson
Breezy Point, MN

Photo © Mavis Morgan
Frank & Tom Morgan, Merna Morgan Hellevang, Sandra Morgan. When we took the Morgans back to the airport in Fargo, we went to the Hellevangs', where we had tea and a good visit with Merna, our daughter. --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?

'Many Thankse

Miss Hetty


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Weren't the cookie sheet and iPod cute costumes! And the pumpkins; those were very detailed. Lucky little girls, to have parents that are so involved with them!

Donna Anderson Johnson
Ashby, MN

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

When I scrolled down to the first picture, knowing it would likely be a waning Fall scene, there were my great nieces! And their cousins, or however they are related. How darling! I had not seen that picture before, and it was just such a wonderful surprise. Thank you to the editors for featuring those pictures. This great auntie's heart did a flip.

The ones of the Halloween subjects were so perfect, too. Can you imagine ever carving a pumpkin to look like that? I wonder if Steve used lasers? (I know he didn't.) They spend so much time designing costumes for Halloween, and did a fantastic job again.

THEN our update on the new baby, Grady. Thank you for all the details and pictures of that sweet bundle of happiness to the parents that had so longed for a baby in their arms and hearts and home. They had us hoping, too, so now we are glad to enter in to the Chap family settling in. Sounds like Paisley and Scout just take it all in stride, as long as their bowls are full, ha.

Not too many pictures of Grandma Donna with that broad smile, but how could she help but smile as she cuddles this brand new baby boy?

That was such an unusual picture for The Bulletin of the ripe cornfield. It was fun to just study it and see so many details, even the blue sky. As we from the city drive along on the highway, we only see those fields at a fleeting glance, but this picture took my full attention.

It was great seeing the Indermarks' Halloween dress up and Trick or Treating outfits. So soon they grow out of that interest, but right now it is still exciting to them, as well as to all the family.

This year we had so few ring our bell. The neighborhood children are grown up a notch above this event now. We missed them, but that just left Hershey Bars left over. Chocolate, anyone??

I was impressed with the Don and Betty McKenzie career story.

Not many have famous people in their family, and what makes it all the more to be appreciated is the fact that they worked hard from the bottom up to be where they were. Depression made people do what they never would have otherwise or even thought they could, and for them it did turn out to be a benefit. I wonder if we will see another depression? I was born during that time, but as so many others have said, we didn't know we were in a depression as our folks always seemed to have enough. We were just too young to realize where money came from or didn't.

That was such a cute story about those gals watching through the keyhole, and to think they eventually became their husbands. As we have witnessed in even this Bulletin, there is no substitute for having a home and raising a family. I am sure they never missed their life on the stage after their little ones came along. Thanks for that story, Don.

AND THEN comes the continued Memory Lane. It is so amazing to me that Dorothy can write like she does to take us right back into the developing room and we can almost smell those chemicals. I smile at how, in so many little ways, Mrs. Foley shows she really thinks a lot of Dorothy. Who wouldn't appreciate someone who could fit into either the back room or the front office? What a nice surprise to have that delicious meal with "Bill." Everything happening that would make you glad you had gone back to "Bermidji."

What a cute expression about "when I am an old lady" ... well, I would think that time is getting near. How cute to see little Carol at this age now. I keep thinking how much she would value The Bulletin with her baby and growing up pictures in it.

A very special thank you, Dorothy, for the Memory Lane, thus far. I do hope there are several more chapters to it.

We are still enjoying this Travelogue by the Swensons. Nepal is a very familiar name, although I have never heard or seen much about it in my reading, so it was most interesting to have this view of it. The fruit vendor must sell his wares quite soon or the bananas would not last. What a bike he uses to deliver such a heavy load! I can not even imagine it.

I loved the Swensons' attitude of not caring about what Nepal didn't have, but the friendly people won their hearts in a way that they would look forward to returning someday. Truly, that is what matters most.

I am not sure I'd want to walk around there with all those pigeons. The lookout at Lake Mille Lacs was enough for me. The sacred cows would not help the pollution any.

We enjoyed the selection and variety of pictures that our photo editor chose to include in the Travelogue, and we look for more, as was promised, as they would be appropriate.

The Letter to the Editor by our friend Ary Ommert, Jr. in the Netherlands was welcome again. They sound like they live just as normal as we do here, moving cupboards and putting forth a lot of sweat to prepare and furnish the new homes.

Even there, people are not spending as much as they have in the past. I hope all the work for the Christmas show will be an investment to bring in a remarkable business for this season.

How cute with the photo illustration Bitzi created again of the two Weiland kittens in the bathtub. It's a whole different world, living with and caring for pets that they hadn't had before. There are friends that cat-sit when Weilands need to be away, which is such a benefit. Actually, it's the people that have the kittens' mother, Oreo.

Pretty typical Quotation for the day for this November. "The Norway of the year..." Once again, you picked a good one, Jerrianne.

Now I had better get busy around here. It is so much fun to write the LTTE, but Roy is out mulching the leaves on this beautiful day, and his son, Dr. Rodger Droel, uses the leaf blower to pile them up for him. I am not out there helping as I just had cataract surgery.

Betty Droel

Photo © Betty Droel
Rodger blowing the leaves. I just poked the camera out the back door.


Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell; photo by Dorothy Anderson
Rest in peace, Frodo; you were much loved & will be fondly remembered.

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