Sunday, November 22, 2009
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Happy Thanksgiving Day
UPDATE -- Wade Morgan Printz, 10 years old
Wade turned 10 years old last month, and is growing into a little man too fast! For his birthday, we gathered up all the kids from our ranch and went bowling, which was fun for all of us. Then we went to Dairy Queen to eat the ice cream cake with a deer on it that he had requested.
Wade loves to go to work with Justin every chance he gets. Wade loves to stay busy ... whether it's building something in the yard, cutting down something with his hatchet, learning a new skill like leather work, playing his guitar or the piano, he is always up to something! The fourth grade is where he finds himself in school, and that is going well. He is in exploratory band this year and is really enjoying that. By the end of the year, he will have had a chance to play each instrument for a few weeks so that by fifth grade he knows what he likes. I think he'll have a hard time deciding, as he has loved each one he's tried!
Wade got to go hunting this year and this is a picture of him, his hunting guide (Daddy), and his deer. In our area, there is a mentor program for the youth. They can shoot a deer on an adult license, as long as they are with that adult. This begins when they are 10, and Wade turned 10 in October. He was SO excited to finally be able to go hunting, and I think his smile tells you all just how much he enjoyed it. His quote from the day was, "I haven't had that much fun in a long time!"
UPDATE -- Rachel and Damon to wed on Friday
Well, I have certainly been absent for a while, but you have patiently continued to send me The Bulletin! We are so pleased to have a new family (and relatives, to boot) that have moved to our little town! Jeff, Jessica and Alexa Gauderman have moved into St. Bonifacius and now come to our Sunday morning meeting! It's so nice to have them ... and we're hoping this means we'll get to see Tim and Char Morgan and maybe even some of the rest!
We've been a bit busy with wedding planning. By this time next week, we will officially have Mr. and Mrs. Damon Olson. We wish we had room to invite more, but seems that's not very realistic! We hope to have a few pictures for those interested.
Damon has been helping as much as medical school allows. This week he has some big tests, so we've tried to minimize the "Damon ... can I ask you another question?" but sometimes I start blurting out a question, and he looks up from his books, patiently responding! Thanks, Damon!
Rachel is quite organized, so it certainly helps get things put together. We're looking forward to next week! Damon's folks, Dave and Lenore Olson, and his brothers, Evan and Colin, and Colin's fiancée, Lauren, will all be coming in on Wednesday. It will be fun to have time for the two families to spend time getting to know each other. Should be a fun weekend.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.
Whoa! So what is that all about? Betty asked.
On our way to Luverne, Minnesota, we came to this spot in the road where the elevators, or whatever they are, appeared to be smack dab in the middle of the road. My reaction ... Whoa! I was glad it was far enough away that I had time to grab the camera and snap a photo of it.
I thought the cornfield to be interesting ... did you notice how close together the cornstalks are? There are no rows! Maybe someone can explain this new method of planting corn. I just know it is different than the way cornfields used to be planted. --Virginia McCorkell
Corn plant populations are much more dense than they used to be. The rows are also much closer together, often 20 inches, which is half the width they used to be. The narrow rows and high population, along with much improved corn hybrids, better weed control, and more accurate fertilizer use, allow much higher yields. --Beaver
Thanksgiving Show & Tell
You were asking what we were Thankful for.
Because of what they have been, and done, and
Betty (Weiland) Droel
This year I'm thankful for warm November days that shorten the winter before it even starts, and the anticipation of holiday fun that eases the transition as winter inevitably does arrive. For new additions to the family, and the continued health of those who were already here. For a year's worth of fun times with Joanna, and many more to come. For an 8-1 Vikings team, and the unspoiled optimism that persists before the other shoe drops. And for the ability to turn on my computer every Saturday and be connected to the daily lives and once-in-a-lifetime adventures of so many family and friends through the pages of The Bulletin.
We are thankful for our health and the opportunity to be in Arizona with our two granddaughters, Madeline Rose McKenzie, age 5-1/2 and Melina Zoe McKenzie, 2 years and 10 months.
Rosemary and Don McKenzie
The greatest thing I am thankful for this Thanksgiving season is my dialysis treatment and all who have worked with me on it. I am grateful for the scientists who invented the exchange procedure, to the specialists and whole team of nurses, dietitians, social workers, pharmacists and all who have a part in my Fargo care. I am also grateful for the local doctors and clinic personnel here who assist me. Not to be forgotten are my family and friends who have been such a support and assistance to me in so many ways. With all this to be grateful for, who needs anything else?
Elaine Anderson Wold
I'm thankful for contributors who send wonderful photos and illustrations to grace The Bulletin pages -- often just as we're wondering how we'll ever be able to pull a rabbit out of the hat by Saturday morning. Sarah Steinhauer, you're my heroine again this week; thanks, Caity, for a timely rescue last week. Ginny, Donna Mae, Ken, the Swenson family, etc. -- you know who you are! And we all appreciate those who keep us updated on the doings of The Bulletin family cats!
Jerrianne & Miss Kitty >^..^< & Mai Tai
We are thankful this Thanksgiving for FAITH, FAMILY, FRIENDS and FELLOWSHIP.
Tom and Mavis Morgan
This Thanksgiving season I am thankful for the three newest members of our family this past year: joining us 10 months ago, our little Kierra, daughter of Lori and Shawn. And in October, Ashley as Ben's wife and baby Grady, son of Jessy and Chris. I am thankful all are healthy and happy. I am also thankful to have my parents so nearby; that means a lot to me. And I am thankful for the many other family members and friends we have. What a blessing!
Donna Anderson Johnson
I am thankful that we live in a free world where we can enjoy all the beauty that the Lord has created.
Hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
Linda and Joe Zitzmann
Thanksgiving: a great time to be reminded of all that we have. I am especially thankful for family! We've had births of healthy children, marriages of special couples, but I think what makes me the most grateful: to see a very kind, loving, gentle Uncle finish faithfully. That gives courage and strength to those of us still in this life! Hope all enjoy a safe Thanksgiving season!
Patty (Anderson) Henderson
I am thankful for the opportunity of publishing The Bulletin. That task keeps me busy meeting and caring about others.
Dorothy Dake Anderson
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.
On the guess picture we have Don Anderson with two of his grandchildren, Lori and Becky Chap on the right. As for the other two cuties, I have no idea so will wait for the answer.
Mavis Anderson Morgan
Not much guessing involved for all those cute children with my father, Don Anderson. That would be Kurtis Larson, Penny Miller and my daughters, Lori and Becky Chap.
Donna Anderson Johnson
Normally, I only take a shot at the "Who Is This?" guessing game when I know for sure I am right, which sort of takes away from the spirit of the game. This week's entry is a little trickier for me, but I feel it is important to challenge one's self from time to time, even if it means risking the embarrassment of an incorrect guess in front of the entire Bulletin readership. So here goes...
I am pretty confident that I recognize three of the five people in this week's picture. That's Grandpa Don Anderson in back, with my step-sisters, Lori and Becky, on the right side of the photo. The other two I'm not so sure about, but the boy on the left sort of looks like Kurt Larson. If that's correct, it seems possible that the girl next to him is his sister, Kristi (Larson) Indermark. I can't be sure if that's them -- in fact I'm not even sure the ages line up correctly -- but that's my guess and I'm sticking to it!
The GUESS picture was taken quite awhile ago, by the looks of young Don, and his then modern glasses. I guess I can't even make a wild guess of the rest. Sorry.
I had to go back to the last Bulletin to look at the GUESS picture again, but even when I knew who it was I would not have guessed that was Suzanne! And, of course, I did not know the others then.
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.
The snow came in large puffs now and it was grainy and it felt terribly cold. I could hardly believe it had been so sunny and warm just five hours ago. It was a steady wind but with gusts much stronger than the rest. I stopped and redid my scarf so the tail was wound twice around my neck. That way I could pull up one layer and hold the collar in place with the other one. I also turned up the furry top of the boots. My, I wished I had worn the felt liners and that I had my wool skirt and my lisle stockings ... but at least I did have a sweater over the dress I was wearing, and I did have my nice, long black coat. (Oh, thank you again, dear Bertha!)
Now to try those three north-south blocks. So I nudged around the corner... Just then, a huge gust blew down that wide open street. It blinded me with snow, and it very nearly swept me off my feet. I swooshed back around the corner. Now what to do? I stood there, knowing I had better go back to the Drug Store and call for help.
I drew a deep breath and was about to start the trip back, when around the corner came a vehicle.
The driver pulled up beside me, reached back and threw the right hand back door open. I recognized the driver! It was the same taxi driver from the day of my arrival back from my vacation. I now know his name and I don't think I will ever forget it. He is Max, somewhere in age between my dad and my grandpa. He isn't handsome but he looked it when he spoke.
"Girlie, you just climb in that back seat and I will take you home. You are never going to be able to navigate those blocks up to where you room." Thus I finally met the guardian angel of the working guys and gals of Bemidji. Oh, I had met him before, technically ... but now I know his story. I learned it this afternoon. I will have to write that story down sometime. It is so heartwarming. But right now, back to how I braved the Alberta Clipper ... and we conquered it.
As we drove the easy part from east to west on 5th Street, I explained to him that I really couldn't just go home as Ken would be wondering where I disappeared to. He was astounded that Ken hadn't closed the shop and sent me home (or better yet, taken me there). Because in this town, when an Alberta Clipper hits, the shops close (except for the Rexall Drug -- they live over the shop and they keep it open for emergency needs).
"I guess we will just have to go pick up your boss," Max said, "and I can take him home after I get you where you belong!"
When we turned north, I began to understand why they close the town for one of these blizzards that blow down from Canada. They may not bring very much snow, but though that snow may be measured in inches, those icy winds surely use it to make just as real a blizzard as we have down in the Cities area. We had a blizzard trip ahead of us.
Max watched out the driver's side and had me keep an eye out from my seat in the back ... so he wouldn't hit anything that might be coming or going on my side. It was scary, but Max did not scare very easily, and he knew the city like the back of his hand (he assured me). He turned right down 8th Street, dodged a car and went down the alley right behind our shop.
"Young lady, don't you dare step out of that door!" I will be gone a bit, because I intend to find out why that boss of yours has let you get out in this storm."
The next gust of wind hid him from view and I just took the blanket off the seat and put it over my lap to cover my icy legs. I do not know how long he was gone but it seemed forever. Finally, during a little lull in the wind, I saw them coming.
I am now safely delivered to a worried landlady and my upstairs Mother Bertha ... who had called Ken just about 15 minutes before Max and I arrived at his back door. He was pretty frantic, I guess ... and had just finished a call to the Drug Store. I suspect that within another 15 minutes they would have had the cops out looking for me. But all's well that ends well!
Before Max and Ken walked me to the door, I thought of his sandwich and gave it to him ... and assured him that if he and Max didn't make it home, at least they could have something to eat. I would guess they shared it and I know they did make it safely, as Max just drove by with his empty taxi and waved to me in the window where I was waiting. (Thank you, dear Bertha, and thank you, dear Max ... my good friends!)
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Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
What a beautiful e-card for our 46th anniversary!
We enjoyed the sunny day together out in the sunshine, and then having BBQ ribs in the evening.
Thanks Miss Hetty, Dorothy and The Bulletin gang.
Argyle and Kathlyn Anderson
Miss Hetty Says:
Miss Hetty loved the picture of the little pansies (violas) that Miss Caity sent to us. She also heard that Caity had received a lovely report card ... so she sent her a card of congratulations from Chudleigh, a doggy friend of hers ... and here is the answer to that card:
Thank you for the wonderful card. I'm so happy I finally got to participate in The Bulletin. I am also happy I got good grades. Thanks again for the card! :)
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?
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It looks like we have a new photographer on the staff. Congratulations, Caity, that is one SUPER photo ... well worthy of the top slot in The Bulletin!
I happen to have a great fondness for pansies, violas and johnny jump-ups. I find it very interesting that I have one very much like this one that voluntarily came up by our front step. I have never had flowers in that location ... so the only thing I could figure was that Larry must have emptied the soil from one of my pansy pots in a bare spot and the seeds from summers past were in that soil.
Such a welcome sight at this time of year!
Ginny Dake McCorkell
I enjoyed seeing Caity's photo made "top billing." I really think she did a great job!
I was very sad to hear about Frodo's disappearance! He was an awesome cat!
Donna Anderson Johnson
My Dear Aunt Dorothy,
What a surprise! Now I guess I will be internationally famous! Of course it will be all right to place the site in the archives.
Hope all are doing well there.
I enjoyed the story of how a cat named Kitty was renamed Mrs. Kitty after she had kittens. Well, my name is Miss Kitty, but when I go to the vet, the modern young ladies there address me as Ms. Kitty and that's what they wrote on my charts. It's not likely I'll be renamed Mrs. Kitty as there are no kittens in my future. Miss Jerrianne and the vets saw to that. It's just Mai Tai and Miss Jerrianne and me and I'm happy with that.
Miss Kitty >^..^<
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
Talk about a great and wonderful Bulletin ... I just can not wait to read it. I scanned the pictures, and they are again just rare and precious.
I was so shocked to see the beautiful little pansy faces in their full color peeking up from the Fall leaves. What a special, unusual picture for this time of year! Thank you, Donna Mae, for thinking to take a picture for us to enjoy, too, and Caity for taking it.
The Update of the Morgans was something those folks will never forget. To see the vast flat land and the huge machinery would impress those folks from the cement city of Chicago, and even in their home area of London I doubt they would have the farm land equal to our North Dakota farms.
Actually, even I have not seen the machinery like the combine pictured, and as far as you can see, tillable land flat as a table. You mentioned that Alexa Gauderman was learning to walk. I thought I had just seen a picture of her when she was brand new. WHERE does time go, anyway?
The photo by Bitzi of the Whoa! was intriguing to me. I am wondering if that is actually written in the road? And if the road actually runs between the elevator and the crib? (City terminology, sorry).
Honestly, that big orange cat face was quite a clever mimic of your Frodo that is missing. When I got to the last picture and saw that big yellow cat lying there, and the caption of it resting in peace, I wondered if that was a real picture of Frodo. Please fill us in on those details. (It is, indeed, a picture of Mr. Frodo napping on the couch by the window. Dorothy snapped his picture and Bitzi enhanced it for the top of Bulletin 281, two years ago. --Photo Ed.)
You can't handle losing another favorite animal. But sometimes there can be another one you can love also, in time. Gracie left, but now there is Hanna.
What a typical picture of a boy in the pile of leaves as was Hunter. Such a caption -- very fitting! He is growing. Look at that crew cut.
I just finished listening to Stan Dake on his web site. Not very often we ever know one of the performers. Did I say WE KNOW? How could we, as we have never met him, except through The Bulletin pages? It seems like friends and family, no matter who it is, when we have read about them so much.
Oh, how cute! Abby helping Mom already. Rearranging cupboards. We love reading about the little ones we have watched from birth.
Miss Kitty, Mrs. Kitty. We had better be sure to keep them straight.
Lobster Lake home is ready. OK, do we need an appointment or can we just pile in anytime? It looks like the nicest of homes. Am I seeing right that it is on an incline up from the lake?
MEMORY LANE. Oh, we never ever get tired of reading this one. To follow along with this Alberta Clipper Blizzard beginning was so exhilarating, and we expected to be reading anytime about how Dorothy was trying to make her way home, so thankful for the warm clothes. BUT -- to our disappointment, it said To be continued... You did that to us again! I just love the complete descriptions of everything, even to the kind of sandwiches they had at the Drug Store.
I am sure Bertha was so thankful she had followed her prompting to get up and knock on Dorothy's door with that warning.
Thank you for the photos of Nepal for a Travelogue in this issue. I wonder whoever rigged up that vehicle delivering vegetables? One wonders how they can not be deathly sick with the way the food is handled and sold without refrigeration, etc., and how much water slops out of the pails on the way home? We need to see these Travelogues to get a view of life across the other shore.
I was trying to make out what was on the plate at the tea party of the Morgans. It looks like BBQ'd chicken ... but I know I am so wrong. I do see cookies, too. Pretty matching cups and tablecloth!
Thank you, Donna Mae, for appreciating the cookie sheet and iPod and pumpkins. What a lot of detailed work that was, but those girls chose what they wanted to be, and with the help of their clever mom and dad, they did well again. Remember the time Shalana went as a box of popcorn? That was my favorite!
Can't miss the Quotation for the day. I do agree with that one that happiness is doing and living for others. No happiness in being a selfish person. Even holding open a door for a less able person makes one feel good.
You editors always come through with another grand Bulletin, when we had thought the last one couldn't be any better.
Thanks again, from us both,
Roy and Betty Droel
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