UPDATE -- Storybrooke Ripples -- the blog
Akin to a falling star, I knocked off the top rail of the feed-bunk before crashing into it. Lodged there in the hay I began my assessment of what had just happened....
Photo Editor's Note: Dorothy had already turned in Friday night when Ginny McCorkell sent us a note: "LTD has a great posting on his blog ... if you need something more for The Bulletin." It is and we do. To read the rest of LTD's latest (mis)adventure, click on the blog link in the headline.
UPDATE -- Florida spring training, Part 2 -- Mission to Jupiter
After a long Wednesday of travel culminated in a 2 a.m. bed time, the alarm clock on Thursday morning sounded especially harsh at 7:30. Fortunately, my grogginess wore off quickly when I realized the alarm was not rousing me for a day of work. Somehow, it did not seem so difficult to get out of bed when I remembered that A) I was in Florida, and B) today's agenda consisted of Spring Training baseball.
Specifically, Jim, Susan, Eric and I would drive to Jupiter, which is located almost straight east of Fort Myers on Florida's east coast. There, we would see the St. Louis Cardinals play the New York Mets.
A previous check of mapquest.com indicated that we could follow one of two potential routes. The first involved catching Interstate 75 in Fort Myers. This would be a somewhat indirect route, as I-75 jogs south before heading east across the Everglades. Upon reaching the east coast of the state, we would have to drive back north for a fair distance. However, the Interstate highway promised faster speeds, which offset the extra mileage.
Our second option was Highway 80, a more direct route that would take us straight east past Lake Okeechobee, and through the towns of Clewiston and Belle Glade. While significantly shorter in mileage than the Interstate route, the drive time would be about the same, as we would be driving mostly two-lane highways and passing through a handful of small towns.
We ultimately decided on Highway 80, figuring it would be more scenic, if nothing else. I have driven that stretch of I-75 across the Everglades, and it is about like driving across eastern North Dakota, but with even fewer hills. We also thought it would be cool to see Lake Okeechobee, and whatever other scenery may exist along the way.
We left the house in Cape Coral at 8:45 and ran into some traffic getting through Fort Myers, but finally hit the open road. As it turned out, our new route did nothing to diminish the memories of North Dakota’s landscape. For most of the drive, the "scenery" consisted of large, flat fields, except instead of corn, wheat and sugar beets, I imagine these fields were growing more exotic crops. Occasionally we passed a citrus grove, with brightly colored oranges or grapefruits hanging from the trees -- reassurance that we were not in North Dakota, after all.
Eventually, we reached Clewiston, a town on the shore of Lake Okeechobee. From that point, Highway 80 runs along the lake for about 15 or 20 miles. Unfortunately, we discovered that a levy separates the lake from the highway, so despite the fact that we have driven very close to Lake Okeechobee for 15 or 20 miles, we still cannot rightfully say we have ever seen Lake Okeechobee.
But there would be little gnashing of teeth or rending of garments over this minor disappointment. After all, we were on a trip to see a baseball game, not to look across some lake. And soon enough, we reached Jupiter and navigated our way to Roger Dean Stadium, the spring training home of the St. Louis Cardinals and the Florida Marlins.
We arrived just after noon, leaving about an hour to find a parking spot, buy tickets and check out the ballpark's surroundings before the 1:05 opening pitch.
As it turned out, the game was nearly sold out, with only standing room tickets available. Normally I would have found this annoying, but with more than three hours in the car behind us, and another three hours ahead, standing for a while didn't sound so bad, especially when we found a standing room area directly behind home plate, maybe 10 rows from the field.
It was a perfect day for baseball -- sunny and warm, but not overly hot. The Mets fielded a team of back-ups and minor leaguers, typical for spring training, when teams don't subject their highly-paid superstars to the indignity of riding a bus to road games. Fortunately, the Cardinals' lineup approximated the real thing. We got to see Chris Carpenter, the Cardinals' ace, pitch several innings. On the offensive side, slugging star Albert Pujols hit a long home run.
From our great vantage point behind home plate, we watched the Cards win 2 to 1, much to the delight of Susan, who is a life-long Cardinals fan, and Jim, who has adopted the Cardinals as his "second" team since his move from Minnesota to St. Louis.
After a fun afternoon at the ballpark, it was tough to pile back into the rental car and hit the road again, but we knew we had a long drive home ahead of us. Also, Wyatt would soon land in Orlando and embark on his own drive to Cape Coral. If we dawdled too long before heading back west, Wyatt would beat us home and have to sit around by himself waiting for us to catch up.
So by 4:15 or so, we were back on the road. We took the same route back, and it was no more scenic than the first time. We arrived back in Cape Coral at around 7:30. With Wyatt still about an hour away, we decided to stop at the grocery store to pick up food for that night's dinner.
By the time we finished our shopping and got to Geoff's house, Wyatt was not far away. Soon our whole group was finally together. That evening, we enjoyed a meal of grilled pork chops, salads and asparagus, and tossed around ideas for the next day's adventure.
Eventually, we settled on a plan to drive to Everglades City for an airboat tour of the Everglades. Having gorged ourselves on great food and reached a decision on the next day's activity, we all turned in for some much needed sleep.
UPDATE -- and Alexa makes five (generations)
Jeff, Jessica and Alexa Gauderman visited us this weekend. We had lots of fun together and updated our five-generation photo.
UPDATE -- winter encore
On Saturday, Miss Jerrianne got the oil changed in the van and got her studded tires exchanged for the summer ones. On Sunday, Miss Barbara said the snow in Anchorage would be mostly gone by April 15th and the geese should be back any day now. On Monday, there were pictures in the paper of Canada geese that had just arrived, along with warnings that bears were waking up and bird feeders should be put away. On Tuesday, Miss Jerrianne chipped the last of the ice off the driveway. On Wednesday, it snowed a foot -- and on Thursday a snowman appeared at the picnic shelter in the park.
So if anyone has seen Spring, maybe you could put in a good word for us. We have it on good authority that plums and cherries have blossomed in North Carolina, but we're still waiting for pussywillows! I guess the good news is that the taxes got done so now we can start planning our birthday party. I'm going to be 7 and that little rascal, Mai Tai, is going to be 3. It's about time he started acting like a grownup. I get so tired of his shenanigans!
He was just a little white kitten with stripy legs and tail and stripes on his face when Miss Kathlyn found him and gave him to Miss Jerrianne. Now he's a 13-pound, blue-eyed, tabby-point Siamese cat with a raucous voice and a handlebar mustache. Handsome devil, I must admit -- but such a brat! Birthdays haven't helped that so far, but maybe three is the charm. I sure hope so! Of course, we're being extra good this week, in hopes that the menu on Friday includes salmon -- and ice cream and whipped cream. You can't have a proper birthday party without whipped cream, you know.
Day to DayR
Young Visitors At The Ashby Farm
Becky and I had visitors this week -- Cecilia Nelson and her two brothers, Easton and Traeton. Celi used to be one of my daycare children. She has asked me many times, when she sees me, if my back is better. She told me she missed coming to our house. It was great fun to have them while their mom was out of town.
Easton is 3 years old and Traeton is 7 months. I must say, they did wonderfully, not knowing us. Easton is a little shy, but Traeton warms right up to everyone, all smiles. Celi is now in kindergarten, so she came out on the bus.
Tuesday, I invited Anissa Heinrich, another former daycare child, to ride the bus with Celi so they could spend some time playing together. Had to catch a picture of them doing "dress-up," one of the things they used to love to do while here. I was surprised they could find dresses that still fit them!
The Matriarch Speaks W
Let's play a guessing game: 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.
Last week's Guess pictures
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.
For the Guess picture -- the jolly old fellow is no one except Grady Chap and that vest just fits him in more ways than one. Next is Sherry Dake with granddaughter Kira Steinhauer making dinner for Grandpa Larry Dake.
Mavis Anderson Morgan
That would be Grandma Sherry Dake and Kira Steinhauer on the right. Looks like they are cooking up something good.
Jennie Dake Horne
I think the Guess picture is Grady Chap. He's certainly a jolly good fellow.
The other one is Sherry Dake with little granddaughter Kira Steinhauer. Sherry is teaching her to be a good cook, just like she is.
The GUESS pictures are not quite as bewildering as they sometimes are. I think that must be Grady on the first smiling baby picture. Then Sherry and Kira in the second picture, learning to peel potatoes.
May I make a comment here? I was so glad to see last weeks GUESS picture reprinted this week. We seem to forget just what the picture was sometimes, and don't take the time to click on a link to take us to last week's Bulletin. I have been wishing we had a rerun like this one was.
This week's Guess picture
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.
Winter In Bemidji
Ruth and Bill Foley dropped by to tell me hello on Monday. We had a lovely visit, and in chatting, she asked me how Bertha was doing. At that time Bertha had not been allowed any visitors but family, so I could not give her so very much solid information. I told her I would let her know.
Well, last night when I heard that Bertha's doctor was approving of "cheerful" visitors, I had begun listing in my mind who that could be. There is Louella -- she is always cheerful, smiley, and could drop by for short chats, now and then. There is Max -- a pleasant , funny fellow. I think Belle and I are pretty good and, of course, when Skeet takes Belle to see Bertha, he could go in as he is a "nice lad," as Bertha would say. And at cheering people up, how about the Foley boys? I would think so.
What I had noticed, though, is that most of us do better at evening visits -- and then I remembered that Ruth had said she and Bill could go to visit. But there is this -- Bill is going to be busy here at the shop during the day (with the new arrangement).
The afternoon visiting hours are probably the most boring time of the day (I KNOW, from experience) if you have no visitors. So it dawned on me that I needed to call and talk to Ruth. She, Belle, and Skeet might take the afternoon?
So as soon as Ken came in this morning, I said, "Ken, why don't you watch shop for a while so I can call your mom?" I know him well enough by now to know that he would certainly OK the request ... but with some kidding remark ... and I wasn't disappointed.
"Hey, that sounds neat. Go ahead, take your time, be my guest. That way I get to hang out up here and Dad has to hang film, and I can loll around in the lighted area. I suppose I really don't have to tell you that when you girls get talking you WILL take your time, without being told to."
Ruth was home, and she was glad to hear from me. I told her the idea I had for her to "chair" the therapy group I had envisioned for Bertha's wellness plan.
She hardly hesitated ... and she was off and running. First, she told me that she had just called the same group of ladies who have formed a business of cleaning houses ... Belle had heard about their new business and hired them to keep our living area clean and tidy, since we no longer can. She was pleased with their arrangement and hired them on the spot. So now Ruth was free of household chores and ready and looking for something worthwhile for her to organize and run -- to earn "stars" for doing something of worth!
She is probably calling the nurses on the floor just now. She told me that she and Bill would go to the afternoon visiting session today and she is going to chat a little to find out what Bertha is like and what she can plan to help entertain and cheer our dear friend up -- and Bill might be just a tad later to work this afternoon.
So poor Ken may have to hang the film himself!
Southeast Asia Extravaganza 2009
Two days ago, I took a minibus to Vang Vieng, which is the essence of Khao San Road in a village the size of Pai -- but with more mountain bikes and better scenery. So imagine a major hippie ghetto in a beautiful place. Here, the preferred activity seems to be to get high and then watch endless re-runs of Friends while sprawled out on mats at open-walled restaurants along the main road. No joke ... there must be more than a dozen different episodes running right now, at more than a dozen different places, all next door to each other. I don't understand. It must help to be high; I'll never know.
Fortunately, spectacular limestone karsts and a lazy river provide excellent distractions from the town itself. I'm happy to be staying on the opposite side of the river, a 15 minute walk from the craziness. I have a cute wooden bungalow in a beautiful garden at a guesthouse run by a crusty, eccentric Irishman who loves to talk. All for $5 per night!
I spent my first afternoon here lazily exploring the town's few streets. I was happy to stumble upon an organic farm cafe with an interesting project. They grow mulberries a few miles outside of town and use the leaves to provide nutrition for silk worms. Local women are employed by the farm to weave the silk into spectacular creations. They also grow a range of other organic products and serve them up in a great restaurant in Vang Vieng. I've eaten most of my meals there; mulberry shakes are my favorite.
Celebrations & Observances
This Week's Birthdays
More April Birthdays
April Special Days
Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
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?
So another birthday has come and gone for you. Hope it was another good and happy milestone in your life. Every Saturday, like clockwork, Jerrianne's and your wonderful gift to your friends and family arrives and I marvel at how you have knit people together and how good everyone is in contributing to the effort.
I loved the song your son composed for you ... the good old hot dishes! I do miss them and remember lots of good recipes.
I checked out the Bitzidoodles blog with the art work on it and it was amazing.
And Weston's travels are entertaining to read, even though I am not a sports fan of any kind. Lots of people come to Phoenix for spring training, which is in abundance here, but I doubt I could sit through an inning.
Hope you are seeing good signs of spring. I think we will jump pretty much into summer quickly, as our spring has been extra cold and strange. Warm one day and cold the next. The flowers don't know if they should die because of the mild heat after getting used to the cold for so long.
We plant in October to have beautiful flower beds most of the winter and this time of year and they die once the temperatures start to go past about 90 degrees, which we have not seen yet. My favorites are the snapdragons and I usually do some pansies and petunias and a few other things. I have a big back hedge of Tombstone Roses that blooms for about six weeks to two months each spring, so it is ablaze with white blossoms and a wonderful backdrop for the colorful flowers.
Now, I best get on with my day. Got an early start and got a little sidetracked by sitting down to this machine! When I think I am tired of the pressure of deadlines, I just need to think of you and maybe I do have another 14 years of energy to keep on publishing. Or, maybe I can quit doing it as a job and do it as a family thing!
Now, I have rambled on long enough. Just wanted to thank you again and wish you a good day every day.
Barbara Wheeler Floyd
Thank you, Doug, for once again sharing with all of us your talents! I love your song and what a great way to say Happy Birthday to our mom! I might just need to join MySpace if you're going to post more of your work on there! I know your comics take a ton of your time ... but I'm looking forward to more if you're up to it! Thanks!
Your sis, Patty Anderson Henderson
Really liked your "Shipwreck" song, Doug. Thanks for sharing.
I have traced the McCorkells back to 1790 in Scotland.
After listening to Douglas's song and viewing Ginny's blog, I am really impressed with the creativity of my cousins!
Carol Dake Printz
I was thoroughly impressed with Doug's birthday tribute to you, Dorothy! What a sweet, clever way of telling his special memories -- and thanks to you as he remembers his childhood days.
I enjoyed it so much. Just wished I had the recipe but sounds like it's a secret!
Keep on writing, Doug.
Elaine Anderson Wold
Editor's Note: The history of that dish was that the kids' Grandma Anderson (your mom, Cleo) had gone to visit Harry, Doris and their kids and then to Arizona to visit her sister, Lolly. She came back with several neat new recipes and this one was an all time favorite ... though I do not remember her using carrots. But the year she brought it back, we had such a lovely crop of carrots and I needed to use them. I decided to try them in the Shipwreck and it turned out wonderfully well. This has been such a fun remembering time for me! Doug's song was a lovely gift. He said he "would have written a third verse about your potato salad, but I had trouble with the syntax." As for the "secret" recipe, it appeared in Bulletin 29 in 2003!
We enjoyed so much the song written and sung by my nephew, Doug, for his mother's birthday. Seems every once in a while something new is added to The Bulletin, which makes it more interesting all the time. Keep up the good work, Doug, and do it again. Wouldn't mind having those recipes. Maybe, if they are not too much of a secret, they can appear in The Bulletin.
Photo Editor's Note: Both recipes have appeared in The Bulletin before: Shipwreck in Bulletin 29 and No-Bake Cookies in Bulletin 30. I had never heard of Shipwreck Stew, but when I Googled "Shipwreck Recipe," I found dozens of versions, some with wildly varying ingredients. A few used a canned cream soup base and one even started with a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese! I began to wonder whether it was a dish originally made from food in cans that washed ashore minus their labels after a shipwreck, but one recipe included a note: This casserole dish was originally made by women who lived along the Jersey shore. When word was sent that a sea disaster had taken place, the women would prepare this dish to have hot food to serve both rescuers and survivors.
I really enjoyed Doug's musical tribute for your birthday. Wonderful message in the words and great singing. Glad he shared his talent!
Merna Morgan Hellevang
We want to send our warmest birthday wishes your way! I enjoyed Doug's song for you ... that was really special!
Thanks for all your efforts in keeping us connected with extended family. We appreciate it!
Char Morgan Myron
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
I know we have expressed our opinion before, but I want to mention again how nice it is to simply click on the picture to bring The Bulletin to the screen now. If we had to make changes, this is about as good as it can get. So handy having the title and blue line of search words right at the beginning with that first picture, even before bringing up The Bulletin.
You editors and contributors try so hard, and feedback is your only reward, so we want you to know your efforts are very much appreciated.
When I saw this first picture of the Plum Blossoms, I was so impressed. I wondered if it was my monitor that made it look so very beautiful. So sharp and so clear and such vivid colors. Printing it gives it a dull look, so I have to go to the screen to really see the beauty in that spring shot.
If I remember right, this sweet picture of Dorothy in 1928 was one of the GUESS pictures awhile ago. I immediately knew it was our Editor, and what a nice picture to head the birthday story by Doug ... which would touch any mother's heart.
I listened to the music, following along with the words that were printed, and we did hear every word, Doug, nicely. What a very memorable gift to your mother, Doug! That was simply precious, and only a one of a kind she would ever get. Sometimes it isn't easy to express ourselves, and your effort and meaning to that gift of love said it all.
Very interesting that Greg and Sonja and family have uprooted and re-rooted in Alabama. It will be a move that will bring many "firsts," and more and more we are hearing of families needing to relocate for one reason or another.
I am happy for my roots going down right here in our own home and yard that Roy had bought and built for almost 50 years now. Being retired, we don't have that threat of making a change. I realize this is a very fortunate situation, and I am thankful.
Thank you for the Update from Holland about Koen having been ill and hospitalized. We are so hoping his recuperation goes well. Good thing he is in such good physical condition.
Weston, you look pretty perky for being so late and lonely in the airport in Florida. At least it sounds like that was the only glitch in your well laid plans for a great time together.
I looked at the Bitzidoodles blog, and I think this one is my favorite. A lot of design and color and simplicity and very different subject matter that made me stop and analyze it.
I didn't write in your comment section, though, Bitzi. Sorry.
Every year we have coverage of an Easter egg hunt at the Johnsons'. Each year it seems to be more and more "hunters." A lifetime memory for those children. Caity having hid them this year, instead of finding them, tells us she is growing up way too fast.
A bit of nostalgia seeing the slough on the Ashby farm, right, Jerrianne?
The family details Don McKenzie sent would be valuable to the family. I know we don't ask enough questions of the older generation -- and then, when the opportunity is gone, we wish we knew more about people and dates and places. Even names on pictures help.
Very good memory, Dorothy, to give us all those details of your trip to visit Bertha in the hospital with Skeet as the devoted driver and dependable, caring helper.
Don't tell us ahead of time, but don't forget to tell us about those two ladies a few years down the line, if you had kept in touch with them. They seemed like such an important part of your life at that time.
Now, that was a side of Laos that I had never heard before. It sounds like it was a great place. We have so many Laotian people here in Minneapolis and St. Paul. One thinks of the customs and foods they had to forsake as they migrated here, and realize they must be having quite a transition.
Really, now Kjirsten, you weren't all that impressed with the tubful of frogs were you? Do they EAT them?
Thank you for the photo of the most beautiful anniversary basket of flowers. By the way, Happy Anniversary, and we hope you did get to the Greek dinner there in Holland.
Then there was the picture of my brother, Rich, sitting there so peacefully working the crossword puzzle. He looked a lot different than that when I saw him yesterday. They are cleaning out the nooks and crannies of their house and having an impromptu garage sale of so many choice items. I wish I had room for more "stuff."
Oh, that poor baby, William Dake, having to ride two days in the car on the way to his new home in Alabama! He will acquire that southern drawl when he learns to talk. I think we all like that drawl.
I don't know about the Quotation for the day ... I wonder if it meant it takes a long time to get to the second childhood? I think a lot of us are there now, as I just accepted the fact I turned 80 years old.
Time is definitely up, for this time, so I will just end this, thanking our editors and contributors for all that went into making this #408 another keepsake Bulletin.
To search a name in Who's Who or Who's Where: click on the link to open the page, then use CONTROL F on a PC or COMMAND F on a Mac. To search for a second occurrence of the name, use CONTROL G on a PC or COMMAND G on a Mac. (This works on ANY web page with text, unless the text is converted to an image. Chances are, it works in your e-mail, too.) HINT: Search by first name only, as most entries list the family name once but do not repeat the last name for each family member. In Who's Where you can search on state or city names, too.
Quotation for the day: Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go; it is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow. --Alice M. Swaim
EDITOR'S POLICY: If you wish to subscribe to The Bulletin, simply send me a statement of that fact. If you wish to keep receiving it I hope you will contribute to one of the columns that are running in this family epistle (at least occasionally!). My e-mail address is email@example.com
This Bulletin is copyright Dorothy M. Anderson; the contents are also copyrighted by the authors and photographers and used with their permission, and the contents are not to be used for any commercial purposes without the explicit consent of the creators.