UPDATE -- gone to bloggers, every one...
Douglas was sidelined by a virus-infested computer this week, so we Editors had to make our own music. Where have all the Updates gone? we hummed (to the tune of Where Have All the Flowers Gone?). Well, not to worry. Ginny McCorkell uploaded some flower pictures from Larry McCorkell and we found updates on various blogs. We'll provide links so you can enjoy them, too. First, we have this update that includes a brand new blog link from Don and Patty Anderson. Check it out ... and come back here and keep reading. There's lots more. Enjoy!
Just a little reminder that our shop, Red Chair Antiques, will be opening for the first time this year on May 6th, as part of the Cambridge area "Unique Boutiques and Antiques Tour."
We'll be open May 6th-9th and May 13th-16th and we have over 1,000 new treasures, including a great 2' x 5' 1948 "Drink Coca-Cola" sign Don rescued from under a coat of black and orange paint! Also new this year is our official Tour website with descriptions and pictures from all nine participating shops:
As always, we'll have maps available at each shop with coupons for local restaurants and businesses. If you have an interest in the tour, we'd sure love to see you. We'd be grateful if you forwarded this e-mail to anyone you know who might like to check us out. Thank you for supporting our love of preserving treasures from the past and our incorrigible shopping habit!
Don and Patty Anderson
Happy Harry gets his own dog cart, just like his friend Scout, the ox, on LTD's Storybrooke Ripples blog.
See what happens when Ginny McCorkell "paints" with Photoshop Elements on Bitzidoodles.
Sarah Steinhauer's been digital scrapbooking (and lots more) on Where The Wild Ferns Grow.
Eric Bergeson, who blogs The Country Scribe, linked to a fascinating web site with amazing sand art and other things created by artist (and surfer and chef) Jim Denevan this week. If nothing else, do check out the sand drawing gallery -- it is spectacular -- but there is so much more.
UPDATE -- Kimberly comes for a visit with Mazie
Hi! Just wanted to send a picture of Kimberly and Mazie. Kim got to come and stay with us before Madison Special Meeting. We think it's been about 15 years since we've seen each other! Fun time reconnecting with relatives!
Editor's Note: Dwight and Don Anderson are brothers, so Tami Hunt and Marlene Johnson are first cousins, and so Mazie and Kim are second cousins, I do believe. How nice for them to meet!
UPDATE -- "Shipwreck" re-visited
Kelly came over last night to try out the Shipwreck casserole that Mom and I made. It turned out delicious and tasted just as great as I remembered. Even Alex got in on the action. At first he was just standing by me, taking bites off my plate; then he moved closer and closer, finally sitting on my lap, taking control of the fork and finishing that plate.
UPDATE -- Florida spring training, Part 4 -- Twins game
After a rainy Friday in Florida, we woke up on Saturday morning hopeful that the sun would make its triumphant return. After all, today would be the main event of our vacation -- a Twins spring training game -- and everybody knows that baseball is meant to be played in the sun!
As it turned out, we need not have worried, as Saturday was an absolutely perfect Florida spring day. The phrase "not a cloud in the sky" is a bit clichéd, but truly, we saw nothing but pure blue skies all day. With the temperature climbing into the 80's, Florida was finally living up to its end of the weather bargain.
We arrived at the spring training complex more than two hours before the start of the Twins game, giving us time to wander around the ancillary practice fields located adjacent to the main stadium. Each field was abuzz with activity, as minor league players from all levels of the Twins' farm system took batting practice and participated in fielding drills.
Although they are minor league players, each had been issued a real Twins uniform, complete with the player's last name on the back. This allowed us to identify a few of the Twins' top prospects whose names we recognized -- the players who are expected to be playing with the big league club within the next couple of years. However, the majority of the players running through their drills were anonymous to us, even with their last names in plain sight.
One very recognizable name on those practice fields was Tom Kelly, the long-time manager of the Twins, who led them to two world championships before retiring from managing in 2001. Since then, he has stayed active in the Twins organization as a roving minor league coach and scout.
It was fun to watch him work with the players. After several years as a Major League manager, and nine years after his "retirement," there he was, lecturing low-level minor league players on the nuances of fielding their positions and making strong throws. It is that attention to detail, even at the lowest levels of the organization, that has made the Twins franchise so successful in recent years -- a good lesson for anyone to follow in the workplace and in life.
As game-time neared, we began walking toward the stadium, stopping for a photo op in front of a brick wall painted with a huge Twins logo. As we lined up for the photo, former Twins General Manager Terry Ryan, whose shrewd personnel decisions built the contending Twins teams of the early 2000's, walked by and quipped, "that picture looks suitable for framing!"
In a nutshell, this is the appeal of spring training for a baseball fan like me. Nowhere else in professional sports are the players, managers and executives so accessible to the everyday fan. No matter where we turned, it seemed we saw a familiar face, and we hadn't even made it inside the stadium yet!
As game time neared, our anticipation built. We had been lucky enough to score front row seats near the Twins dugout, so we would have a great vantage point from which to watch that afternoon's game.
We found our seats well before game time and watched as the players prepared for the game. A few players even stopped near our seats to sign autographs for young fans who had lined up in anticipation.
We enjoyed the up-close view and the warm sun on our backs as the game began. All of the Twins stars started the game, including a few new players we hadn't had the chance to see yet. As the game went on, some of the star players came out of the game, but this allowed us to see some of the team's top prospects in action. To top it off, the perfect day at the ballpark, the Twins played well, earning an 8 to 4 win over the Phillies.
We lingered for a bit after the game, not wanting to leave the idyllic scene of the sun-splashed ballpark. Finally, we loaded up the car and headed back toward home. Of course, all that baseball watching and sun bathing can sure be tiring, so we took a well needed detour at the Working Cow for ice cream treats. The Working Cow is located on the main street leading from Fort Myers to Cape Coral, so Jim and I had driven past it many times during our vacations in past years. We always got a chuckle out of its unique name and Holstein paint job, but had never actually stopped to sample the wares. Let's just say that cow's hard work more than paid off -- delicious!
By the time we got home, evening was nearing. Although we had enjoyed a great day, we would soon have to say goodbye to Wyatt, who had an early morning flight out of Orlando the next day. For our last activity with our whole group, we decided to drive to Pine Island, a less developed, more rustic version of Sanibel and Captiva Islands, which we had visited the previous day.
Last year, Jim and I had followed a recommendation to eat at Bert's Bar and Grill, a small, casual restaurant located directly on the shore. Bert's is famous for its Grouper Reuben sandwich, which is like a regular Reuben, but with grilled grouper replacing the corned beef. We enjoyed our visit so much last year, we decided to bring the whole group this year.
We had another great meal, with most of the group sampling the aforementioned Reuben. I'm not a fan of Reuben sandwiches (grouper or otherwise), but I thoroughly enjoyed my more traditionally prepared grouper dish. While we ate, we entertained ourselves by debating whether our waitress's strange accent was European or simply a variation of your everyday southern drawl.
After dinner, we walked out on the dock behind the restaurant and enjoyed the views as dusk set in over the water. Finally, it was time to head back home so Wyatt could get a few hours of sleep before getting on the road. All in all, we couldn't have asked for a more perfect spring day in Florida!
UPDATE -- a birthday party for Miss Kitty and Mai Tai
A big boxful of presents arrived in the mail ... and then Miss Jerrianne received a card with a picture of a cat on it and somebody had forged our signatures! "You can make me go to the party," it said, "but I won't enjoy it." And it was signed Miss Kitty and Mai Tai. We were pretty worried that someone had stolen our identities but Miss Jerrianne wasn't fooled. She knew if there was a party with toys and anything associated with whipped cream and catnip that we would enjoy it, very much, thank you. And we did!
As you can see, we got lots of wrapped gifts and lovely cards with our pictures on them! And flowers! We got toys with feathers and flashing lights and a crackle sack that makes funny sounds and CATNIP! YUM! Even Miss Jerrianne got a present -- a book about understanding cats. Boy, she needed that! We had a great time and the whipped cream was delicious. We're as thankful and appreciative as any cats could be. And we're pretty sure our identities are safe -- as long as Miss Jerrianne knows who we are.
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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 picture
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.
That would be the Harry and Cleo Anderson family -- my grandparents, aunts, uncles and my dad. Love this photo! Dad has it hanging on their bedroom wall. What a great looking family! From left to right in the back: Elaine, Don (Dad), Elwood, DeLoris; front row, from left to right: Grandpa Harry, Mavis, Harry Jr., Grandma Cleo supporting Dwight.
Donna Anderson Johnson
No problem "guessing" this picture. It's Cleo and Harry Anderson (my aunt and uncle) and their family: Elaine, Donald, Elwood, DeLoris, Mavis, Junior, and Dwight. Dwight is slightly older than me, so this picture was taken before I was born; I'm guessing about 1945. I don't know what's going on, or if there was a special occasion; it may just have been time for a family portrait. Usually, it's the real little kids you have trouble getting to pose and smile, but in this case it looks like Donald was the reluctant one to crack a big smile.
Is it too late to throw in my guess for this week's mystery picture? I'm pretty sure it's Dad [Junior Anderson], as a kid, with Grandma Cleo, Grandpa Harry, and all my aunts and uncles. Does anyone know what year it was taken?
Answer from Uncle Don: Don Anderson says the picture was taken right before he went into the Navy. (He left in January of 1946.) He thinks the picture was taken in December of 1945, and notes that Dwight was about 7 months old at the time of the picture taking.
I am at a loss for sure at whoever the Guess picture was last time, and I didn't see too many guesses on it. BUT, we will all know this week's family. There is our Editor's best man -- and it is easy to see the facial features of his sisters. I will see the names of them all next week.
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.
Spring In Howard Lake
I had not expected to come back to a birthday celebration, but that is how it worked out. Again, Aunty and I drove out from the Cities together. This time there was no secret; as a matter of fact, it was quite exciting for both of us. I actually got a hug from my dear aunt (and that does not happen so very often). It seems so long since I came home last fall, and so much has happened since then. I hope that everyone can come tomorrow afternoon.
I had promised the Foleys to stay for two weeks after Easter to help finish the spring rush. Being Easter was early this year (March 28th -- which is Mom's birthday, too), it made my birthday fall on the 12th day after that. I imagine you can guess what Ruth told the men when she heard about the plan for me to be through work there on the 11th or the 12th at noon ... and when Belle told her my birthday was the 9th, she put her foot down.
"You men, listen to me. Dorothy has kept her word and is willing to do this -- but there is no need. I will be your receptionist until you decide how to replace her. Dorothy needs to be home for her birthday."
So that was how I got to come home early. I arrived on my birthday, a very nice present. We had the celebration today, Sunday, April 10, 1949. I am now 23, a legal old maid -- I think!
I was thrilled to see everybody. It took a while for Carol to warm up to me, as I seemed a stranger to her, but before long she brought one of Grandma's books for me to read to her, and we were off to a good start. She has added even more words to her vocabulary, and she seems to use them all pretty correctly, too. I think her hair is so cute; it is red and fine and curly. She is slender and small boned. I think that must be like her Grandma Burah (the small bones, that is.)
Vonnie and LeRoy invited me to come and see their place tomorrow and to bring Mom along and stay for noon lunch. Vonnie goes to work for the night shift, so it wouldn't work for us to come for supper. I really look forward to seeing how it compares now to Blanche's description and the picture she had sent me. We will stop by Bill and Lois's on the way home.
I also heard from Vonnie that her folks are coming soon. They are coming so they can help with getting all the updating done that they can. Ivan is a carpenter and so he will be kept busy. Mamie is a homemaker with lots of ability on that line. While we were talking about this, Lois mentioned that her sister Coy Nell was coming this summer for a long visit, too.
I can see that Blanche is the one who is going to need my help whenever I have extra time. She tends a large garden, the yard, and the house.
Just a last thought before I head for my bedroom -- which is now half of the east bedroom. Grandma Greer has the south one, and Aunty is in the north one. I think we will just keep it this way, as Gert and I get along fine and there is plenty of room in the east one.
Now that thought I was going to mention: Lois and Blanche look plump and content and their husbands look so proud of their wives. I want to enjoy this family closeness. I am so glad to be home, even though I know it can't last!
Southeast Asia Extravaganza 2009
After catching several episodes of Friends, circa mid-1990's, and three more inspiring sunsets in Vang Vieng, I left the blaring televisions behind and struck north for Luang Prabang.
The road was the twisty sort, climbing through green mountains, past teak forests, and through scattered villages to reach this city on the banks of the Mekong River. It's been an utterly divine place to be this week. Divine in a literal sense for many ... it's home to dozens of beautiful wats. Many Laotian men and boys come here to become monks for a while and study at the temples. Seeing them walking in the streets, brilliantly dressed in orange, has become a common sight.
The city, itself, was the seat of the Lao king for a while too. The combination of royal and holy history in a place of great natural beauty makes Luang Prabang a truly special place. UNESCO agrees, and it's been protected as a world heritage site since the mid-1990's.
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+ LETTERS TO THE EDITORS?
Can't resist an identification on mystery picture #2 ... that would be Big Foot (can't remember the other name) spotting the fabled, illusive Douglas Anderson!
Carol Dake Printz
I loved reading your newsletter again today and I especially appreciated the photos of North Carolina flowers by Suzanne McCorkell. I saw her at Concord, North Carolina, on Sunday, April 18.
Visiting my sister Colette in Charlotte, North Carolina, made me appreciate, as Suzanne apparently does, all the lovely, colorful flowers on bushes and trees in that area. Azaleas are especially vibrant there this time of year. But coming back home to Minnesota made me aware of the awesome, blooming fruit trees and lilacs in our state. Spring is beautiful here, too!
On the second guess picture, I believe it is Douglas, still trying to figure out how a tree can grow that tall and round.
Mavis Anderson Morgan
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
I have had such a time with AOL not responding and being slow and sticky, so I will use the Internet Explorer program for this, hoping I won't lose it midway.
Our time has been too occupied to spend time doing justice to a LTTE, but this evening I hope to get it sent. I know our editors are very pleased to have feedback from the subscribers to spur them on in the great project of The Bulletin.
I, for one, am so afraid it is getting to be a lot for both the Editor and Photo Editor, so we must make an extra effort to keep them motivated and inspired. When one reaches a certain age, we feel the effects of so many things we never paid a bit of attention to only a couple years ago. I want to be very thankful for each day I can get up and get around and enjoy life as I do. With the company and help of a most wonderful, caring husband, I am so happy.
Our Bulletin #410 began with more beautiful spring blossoms by Suzanne. They seem so ordinary and in the millions, but to observe them as this up close flower, it shows a most intricate miracle of nature, and who could ever believe plums would eventually replace that lovely blossom?
How can we assure Doug that his story about the Redwood trees was most interesting to us? To have once seen those magnificent Redwoods gives us a keen interest in that story and pictures. The "tremor" would be an experience we haven't felt here in Minnesota, that I know of. Pretty scary, I'm sure, as it is a power greater than the most advanced developments man has created.
The Red Chair antiques story held our attention, as we have been wishing we knew how that was going preparing for an opening again. I had some things of my mother's that I had hoped would be added to those shelves, but they did not qualify. One person's treasure is another man's junk, right?
I hope we hear the end result of that Coca-Cola sign, if anyone does buy it.
I already know I want to try out that handmade soap.
Elaine, it sounds like you had a wonderful surprise for your two-year anniversary. That would have helped ease the nuisance of spending all that time on dialysis. A marvelous invention so you can have added years.
It was fun traveling along with Weston again down there in Florida. Even to finding the Johnson tours. They did make the most of their hours there, and even got to see the Twins' Spring Training Game as the highlight.
Kathlyn, what a special story and beautiful pictures Donna Mae took of the spring brand new flowers. Pussytoes were new to me. I remember riding around in those hills with you, and the breathtaking scenery along the way in the wild where the farm animals ran free. I loved seeing the picture of you, yourself, standing in that field by that lake, Kathy.
Memory Lane is winding down for the Winter in Bemidji story. To be packing the last bags and boxes, and shipping them "home" would be a time of mixed feelings All that was learned in that year on your own will forever be a part of your fondest memories, Dorothy, and a springboard to the events to follow in your life. Thank you for the very detailed, easy to imagine, day by day happenings. You are a gifted scribe, and just right to be our Editor.
Kjirsten has certainly kept us in a variety of information and pictures from her most unusual trip-taking, like this one from the Southeast Asia Extravaganza.
The CHUCKLES was Doug himself, and some more Redwoods, but the little figure in the back must be a monkey ... or wait -- monkeys aren't in California.
The Quotation for the day says the earth laughs in flowers ... they are cheery, for sure.
My time for writing this was up long ago, so I will end this by saying those two feeble words again, THANK YOU for our Bulletin #410.
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