(First Day of Summer)
Marian Miller -- November 14, 1949 - June 17, 2010
Marian Mae Skoglund Miller, 60, passed away June 17, 2010, at 10:05 p.m. She had dementia for about 3-1/2 years and gradually had continued the failing health that goes with that. Two of her sisters had come to be with her this week, as it was felt her death was near.
Visitation will be Monday, June 21, from 7 to 9 p.m. and the funeral will be Tuesday, June 22, at 11 a.m, at the Kraeer Funeral Home, 1655 University Drive, Coral Springs, Florida. (954) 753-8960
Burial will be at Serenity Gardens, 3350 Mall Hill Road, Lakeland, Florida. (863) 853-5959
I realize it is a long ways (and expensive) to get to Florida and we don’t expect anyone to make it in person but we know you will be here in spirit.
UPDATE -- three birthdays and a 53rd wedding anniversary
During the first week of June, my parents, Lindsay and I drove to Burnsville for a few days to visit the Freesemann family, to help with Marlee's garage sale, and to celebrate Mom and Dad's 53rd wedding anniversary, Mom's 75th birthday, my 50th birthday and Jett's 5th birthday. We had cake and ice cream at the Freesemanns' home, together with Jeff, Jessica and Alexa Gauderman and Zach Myron.
This year marked some interesting number twists for Mom: married in '57 and celebrating birthday #75; born in '35 and celebrating 53 years of marriage. That's almost as amazing as what occurred in 1992. That year she turned 57, having been married in '57; and celebrated 35 years of marriage and her birth year was '35. This will occur once for each couple married before 1999, provided those married that year live to be 99 years old.
UPDATE -- CSL's Urban Migration
I recently marked the ten-year anniversary of my employment at CSL International. Over the course of those ten years, CSL has occupied three different office suites, all of which were located in the western suburbs of Minneapolis. For the past five years, we've been located in Wayzata, a 15-minute drive from my home in Maple Grove.
Recently, a combination of an expiring lease and a new managing partner who lives in Minneapolis conspired to cause CSL to leave the suburbs and make the move to the big city -- specifically, downtown Minneapolis.
Our move took place on the Friday before Memorial Day, so as of June 1, we were open for business in our new location. Conditions are a bit primitive so far, as our overhead lighting is still on back order, causing us to rely on natural light and desk lamps.
Fortunately, my desk is next to a large window. Of course, we have yet to have a sunny day in Minneapolis in the two weeks since we moved in, so I've gotten used to working in the half-dark despite my window-side location. If it were wintertime, we'd have to close up shop by 4:30. I'm guessing our new lights will be installed soon, just in time for a stretch of bright, sunny weather!
We occupy a suite in the Renaissance Square building, which was constructed in 1899. A renovation in 1983 stripped the interior of most signs of the building's history, but the outside retains much of its turn of the century charm, one of several century-old brick buildings in Minneapolis that continue to stand stubbornly in the shadows of the steel and glass giants surrounding them.
The building had been vacant recently, until a real estate developer purchased it and began a new series of renovations. The first floor retail storefront is still waiting for a new tenant, while the second and third floors are occupied by an architectural firm. We were the first tenant on the fourth floor, although we've already been joined by a new neighbor in the financial industry. The fifth through ninth floors are next in line to be refurbished and, hopefully, leased out.
Our location is great, on the intersection of Fifth Street and Nicollet Mall. Minneapolis's light rail line runs down the middle of Fifth Street. I don't live near the line, so can't take the train to work, but it is fun to hear the rumble of the trains, the clanging bells of the track crossings and the muted blaring of the horns as they pass directly below my window.
From my desk, I can look up the tree-lined Nicollet Mall, with views of the Xcel Energy Building across the street, and several large buildings along Washington Avenue to the north. The view is besmirched a bit by an old, brown parking ramp that is showing its age, and temporarily by an unfortunate mark deposited on the outside of the window by an apparently very large bird. I look forward to the day a rain storm or a window washer erases the avian stain, but I fear the parking ramp is there for the long haul.
The buildings lining each side of Nicollet Mall, including ours, are connected by Minneapolis's skyway system, which consists of enclosed pedestrian bridges crossing over the downtown streets. A variety of shops and restaurants occupy the second floor of the buildings for several blocks, making the entire area feel like a shopping mall. Just this afternoon I walked the five blocks to the downtown Target store, made a few purchases, stopped by the TCF Bank location in the IDS Center to cash a check, and returned to work without setting foot out in the hot, windy weather.
But it is summer time, so I can't stay cooped up inside all of the time, and there are plenty of opportunities to enjoy the outdoor scene. On Thursdays, Nicollet Mall is home to a farmer's market, with stands lining both sides of the street selling everything from fresh fruits and vegetables to Minnesota honey. Several of the restaurants in the area feature outdoor seating, and the nearby Peavey Plaza offers free live music all summer, perfect for meeting up with friends who work downtown.
Of course, the best aspect of our location is its close proximity to Target Field, the new home of the Minnesota Twins. Already, I've made the three-block walk a few times to attend a game on a weekday evening after work. One of these days I'm hoping to play hookey and catch an afternoon game. Shhh ... don't tell my boss! Aw, who am I kidding? He'll probably be there, too!
Sure, my commute is a little longer, and I do miss Wayzata's free parking, but overall our office move has provided a welcome change of pace!
UPDATE -- McKenna Ostendorf celebrates third birthday
McKenna celebrated her third birthday with a party on Saturday. Jayce, Rylie, Brooklynn, Camryn, Grady and Kierra attended. They had a fun time, playing!
McKenna enjoyed her ice cream cake with Tinker Bell on it. She loves ice cream right now so this worked out well. She also loved when everyone sang Happy Birthday to her and blowing out the candles (which she wanted to do three times).
Chris, Jessy and Grady stayed with us for the entire weekend. Kierra just LOVES Grady -- always giving him hugs and kisses (as you can see in the photo).
UPDATE -- recycled sweater purse...
Awhile ago someone gave me a sweater, that someone had given them. I liked the color, but it was just kinda shapeless, so I decided to give it a new life. The sweater was 100% wool, which is great for making into felt. Click here for the rest of the story on Sarah's Where The Wild Ferns Grow blog.
UPDATE -- Kyra comes to visit
Kyra came to visit this week and we had a great time. She really likes cats and we like her, too. Mai Tai had never met her, but he soon stopped being shy and hung out with her every chance he got. We didn't see much of her the first day because she and Miss Jerrianne decided to visit Whittier while the weather was still pretty good. They had been to Whittier on the train a long time ago, before the Whittier tunnel was improved for automobile traffic, but they hadn't driven through it in a car.
They drove to Portage along scenic Turnagain Arm, saw the lupine in bloom along the roadsides and saw icebergs floating in Portage Lake. They didn't see Portage Glacier, which has retreated out of sight of the visitor center, and they didn't want to take a boat trip to see it, so they went straight on to Whittier. They had to wait for a train to go through the two-and-a-half-mile tunnel and for traffic to come through from the other direction. Then it was their turn to pay the $12 toll and drive to Whittier. They had a halibut dinner and visited the fudge shop there. By then it was foggy and raining, so they came back home.
The next day was rainy but they didn't mind very much because they were having too much fun in the kitchen. They made Danish aebleskivers with fresh applesauce and chokecherry syrup for breakfast and quesadillas with fresh guacamole and corn chowder for supper and a blueberry-rhubarb cobbler with a bit of vanilla ice cream for dessert. Mai Tai and I got to taste the ice cream -- our favorite dessert.
On Wednesday, Kyra made biscuits and Miss Jerrianne made chocolate gravy for breakfast. Then they toured the gardens in Town Square and went to the Anchorage Museum at Rasmuson Center. On the way home, they bought a piece of king salmon fillet for salmon en papillote with stir-fried sweet peppers and brown and wild rice. Mai Tai and I requested our salmon sashimi-style (raw!) and it was delicious!
Thursday was more of the same -- sourdough pancakes with chokecherry syrup and fresh cherries and apricots for breakfast, a visit to the Alaska Botanical Garden in the afternoon, and fresh sourdough whole wheat artisan bread, corn on the cob, barbequed country-style pork ribs and potato salad for supper.
Kyra is an amiable guest and a fabulous cook and she can visit us anytime! We just loved having TWO laps to sit on and TWO beds to jump on and all the attention two pampered pussycats could imagine! And Miss Jerrianne said with all these great leftovers she won't need to cook for the rest of the week.
Day to DayR
Caity's 14th Birthday Party
Caity's 14th birthday turned out to be a fun day for her and her friends -- Whitney, Alexis, Jeanette, Amber and Paige. I dropped them off at the St. Cloud mall and made my escape to spend a few hours with Doug. Although I did enjoy listening to them going to St. Cloud and coming home, shopping was not on my list of things to do.
They all were starved by the time they came back home, as not many took time to eat. Better things to do! So, Becky had pizzas made and they attacked them with zeal.
Later, we did the cake and candles, singing, etc. That was interesting too. Jeanette and Caity decided to "feed" each other ... easy to figure out how that turned out! Fortunately, no one choked!
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.
In the guess picture for this week, I believe it is Harry Anderson Junior, my brother. It may have been taken when he was 5 or 6 years old, in Jonson's studio in Wahpeton, North Dakota.
I do not know who the second picture is of, but I know we are entitled to guess at it, so I am going to say it might be Shari Miller, Jim and Blanche's daughter (or one of her relatives).
Mavis Anderson Morgan
Editor's comment: You are certainly close to right on that second guess. Would you believe, a first cousin?
I think that's my dad in the darling little Navy uniform! I think the other picture might possibly be Genelle?
Marlene Anderson Johnson
The first guess picture is my little brother, Harry Glenn Allen Anderson, taken in the mid-forties. The style tells of the times...
During that time, the U.S. was in the second world war; patriotic clothing was very popular. It helped represent our patriotism for our country at war.
Lots of red, white and blue was worn in clothing. The sailor look was very popular in outfits like this, as well as in blouses and jackets for girls and ladies, also.
I do not recognize the second photo.
Elaine Anderson Wold
To me the young man in the sailor suit looks like it could be an Anderson, but that is a guess.
As for the little girl, I will have to introduce myself as her mother. When she had made her presence into this world, and the doctor held her up for me to see, she was doing the same thing with her little fingers, as the picture shows her doing. I named her Melanie Kay, and then my sister Dorothy, who was expecting a baby at the same time, let me know that she had picked that name out for hers, if she had a girl, so she had a Marlene Kaye instead!
Gert (Dake) Pettit
The GUESS pictures this week left me stumped. I will take a guess that the sailor is Donald B. Johnson, and the little girl in the sepia tone picture looks like Twila Jo, but it can't be. Well, now you have some guesses, and I have to wait a whole week to see just who they really are.
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.
June 1949, Dassel, Minnesota
Judy Colleen McCalla Arrives And Is Greeted Properly!
So the McCallas live in Campbell! Blanche and I spent an hour studying our Minnesota road map last Friday when I got home from work -- just to see where in the world that was. We were going to the folks' for meeting Sunday. I decided now that I have my week at the Sweet Shop put in and the corn factory won't be starting up yet this week, it might be the perfect time for our littlest cousin to arrive. These things can't be hurried -- but according to what I heard, the planned arrival should be very soon.
And if that little bundle arrived on time, we decided we were going to take our mom with us and head west. We needed some help to make this one work out. As you will have noticed, it did work out -- or my title might be something entirely different. It worked this way.
This last Sunday was June 26, 1949. It was a beautiful day, and we stayed for a noon lunch together. We decided to play a new game we just bought. It is called "PIT" and has lots of hollering until you are hoarse. We had two groups playing at top noise when someone yelled, "Pipe down, guys! We have a telephone call!"
Sure enough, our cousin Gib was on the phone and he had NEWS! Their little miss had arrived at 7 a.m. that very day! Talk about cooperating! She and Jean were at St. Francis Hospital. And I will have you know that is in Breckenridge, Minnesota. Campbell, Minnesota, is only a little way from there, according to the map Blanche and I had been studying.
Before we left for Dassel, we had all our plans laid. I even remembered to go up and take the crocheted blanket to Jim's with me. (I took the only pink one that had been in the sale at Woolworth's in Bemidji last spring, when I was buying the gifts for our 1949 expected arrivals.) Well, the little pink one could now be used on our very first little "stork load."
We had arranged to go for our trip on Tuesday, as that is the earliest we could all be ready. We checked with Aunty and she said she thought for sure Jean and Judy would still be in the hospital for most of the week. So it would work fine to go on the 28th. Gert couldn't go, as she is cultivating corn. (That is work that Dad is glad to have her do -- his eyes just can't do that fussy work.)
Mom got a ride to Blanche's with Tom. Neither Vonnie nor Lois could come along, as they both had their parents at their houses. So we three ladies took the trip alone. Blanche and I took turns driving. (Don't tell anyone, but we didn't waste much time getting there!) It is a temptation to push the foot feed pretty hard in the new car -- it rides so nice and smooth.
We got in a nice visit. Fun to hear all of the details. It seems that a dire plan for naming the new child was prevented by a quick thinking mom. No, Gilbert, I don't think Carmel Candy would have been the best -- even though it is sweet enough! So, being someone else took June (I guess I am glad about that, too), to satisfy Gilbert's love of Irish names, they named her Judy Colleen (not Judith). She is a tiny little cutie ... just 5.8 pounds. She has wisps of brown hair and her mom is quite sure her eyes will darken into the same brown as her dad's. (Grandma Greer's, too.)
I can hardly wait to get to hold her, but for today we had to be satisfied to watch her through the big window into the baby nursery. Next, Blanche and I went out and brought in the gifts. Then we did one more tour down to see Judy before heading off for Dassel.
We had a lovely day, a nice trip, a hamburger and French fries each, and some coffee, on the way home ... and we got here in plenty of time to have Mom ready to be picked up when Dad and Gert drove into the yard while it was still light. I did enjoy the day! I Think Jean and Gilbert were surprised we came all that way to see them and to greet Judy Colleen McCalla! Really, for me it is the high point of the summer, so far!
Don & Dorothy, August 1950 wedding photo, left; almost 60 years later, right.
In a few weeks, Dorothy and I will observe our 60th wedding anniversary. If someone had told me in 1950 I would live to see this, I would not have believed it.
We feel very privileged to be able to observe this special time of our lives. We are truly blessed with reasonably good health and are enjoying our senior years. We cannot get around like we did a few years ago, but all in all, our time together is enjoyable and we are able to maintain our home. We joke to each other that we are in assisted living -- we assist each other.
We are thankful for caring children who make our lives enjoyable and for our many friends who mean so much to both of us.
Certainly, we have had our times of health problems, but all have come out very well as we plodded along. "Joys and sorrows interwoven" perhaps would describe our 60 years.
One thing comes to mind: If we had known we were going to live this long, we would have taken better care of ourselves.
We feel so privileged to be able to observe this occasion and we thank all who are making plans for this big day in our lives.
Southeast Asia Extravaganza 2009
Sunsets in spectacular places have been another theme this trip. Here I've caught some especially good ones! The first night I climbed a small hill to reach a temple that overlooks the entire city and river below and was treated to gorgeous color as the sun sank over distant green hills.
A few days ago, I was reading and sipping cold cinnamon tea at my favorite cafe when bells sounded at the temple across the street. Monks began to emerge from the dormitory doorways. As I watched, the temple filled with them kneeling inside. They began to chant together; listening to this beautiful chorus of voices was a very peaceful end to the day.
Last night at the magic hour, I was relaxing on my bungalow balcony. A group of monks were splashing in the river below, fisherman were throwing nets, kids were playing, boats meandered by ... all as the sun set behind them.
Celebrations & Observances
This Week's Special Days
This Week's Birthdays
This Week's Anniversaries
More June Birthdays
June Special Days
Miss Hetty's Mailbox
Dear Miss Hetty:
Thanks for the Anniversary Greetings! We plan to see some Parade of Homes and then go out to eat before we pick up Mazie again!
Tami and Jason Hunt
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?
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
I hope I am not wearisome to exclaim over the lovely white, dainty blossoms on the front page of our Bulletin this week, but when you think of them growing in Alaska, you have to look twice.
Why is it that we think of Alaska as the land of frozen snow and igloos, but in reality there are some most magnificent natural beauties of the plant world that thrive there? Right in the middle of the road is a median that is blooming with not only these lovely white flowers, but also blue irises. It must take very diligent care to keep them in whatever kind of weather they have to endure through the season of flowers.
I liked the artistic slant it gave with the blossoms all in a clump and the top left just a dark corner. I don't know if Miss Jerrianne planned that angle or not, but it impressed me.
I'm sorry I don't understand the Inspire Connections Academy program that Whitney just graduated from. It sounds like she took high school via the computer, and now graduated. I think that is quite an undertaking. It would require diligent work at your own speed and a sticking to it when you didn't have a professor or teacher watching if you worked or not. Now, as with the graduates this season, the future lies before you as white snow. Be careful how you tread -- every step will show. We wish you success and fulfillment in whatever you choose.
Oh, and then Jaxon had his body cast removed. What a day that would have been! Having to learn to walk all over again. He will think of that saw every time he hears the sound of a saw. I know that being a normal boy he won't be trembling and weak for very long. Watch out world -- Jaxon has a lot of playing to make up for now.
I thought that was quite a compliment to Richard Johnson's mom that he would want to plant the flowers that reminded him of home and the Ashby farm. I hope they prove to be hardy and thrive out there in Oregon.
Bitzi, you are certainly getting creative and original in your creations. I love the rich old glorious colors you use. Then the black and white figure stands out, holding the matching piece of music. Vintage Charm is just what it is.
Leave it to Sarah to whet our appetite for bagels that are healthy. How nice it would be to reach out and taste one of those sitting on the pizza stone. It doesn't interest me to make them, but eating them is a different thing!
Thanks for the links, which give us so many details of the story that is only a paragraph or a picture. It makes The Bulletin an endless wonder.
Volunteers are the heart of the Alaska flower project, I see. Anyone who enjoys gardening would love to get their hands into planting those lovely flowers. A whole truckload of huge geraniums would be great fun to distribute. Of course, they all have to be watered, and likely weeded, too. Thanks, Miss Kitty, for giving us the scoop on how that all comes about.
I had to laugh at the dandelions that are not needing any planting or tending -- they are just there, and they look pretty hearty. I am glad ours are past that blooming stage by now here in Minnesota. Roy keeps after them so they don't get a start in our yard, but the neighbors don't seem to mind their yellow lawn.
I was so fascinated by the simple "Shells" story, and the picture of the shells on the sand background. I learned something from the story -- learned about Barnacles and about Sea Glass. It seemed so simple with the short sentences, but the whole was very effective with the pictures of each class. They hardly look like a living creature, but as harmless as the Barnacles appear, they can be very destructive on a boat or ship if allowed to collect and remain there.
I think I would like to look further into the Sea Glass. I was impressed that they can be smooth and soft, and change.
OH, that was ROBERT Pfingsten, not Tom as I had guessed. I know him well, but somehow this old brain, getting older, called him Tom. Sorry, Rob, I am sure you caught that.
MEMORY LANE is just about the nicest feature we could have in The Bulletin. Especially, when it's the Editor herself as the main character. To draw from memory such interesting details, and such word pictures for us, is just amazing to me.
Was fun to enter into the work at the Sweet Shop, and to meet Mr. Borg. Isn't that the name of the drug store in Ashby? I had to laugh that Dorothy experienced one broken glass, just like all the rest of waitresses in time. Fun to meet the ones you worked with and for. Myrtle would have been nice to work with when she was friendly and helpful, as well as an excellent cook. Those old fashioned plates WERE heavy. A $10 tip was no small thing at that time. You earned it well.
Oh, and you told us more about Lorraine Slotten. That was sort of a hint when you told us she lived near Dwight, North Dakota. It rang a bell that Dwight is near where Don was from. Is this the beginning of the story of Don Anderson coming into the life story of Dorothy (Miss Dake-mistake) Dake? I hope you are sending The Bulletin to Lorraine to enjoy.
Anyway, the plot thickens, and it gets even more interesting.
The Travelogue had quite a contraption in it this time. The crane, which I couldn't seem to make head or tail of. I couldn't tell if the blue boxes were part of the crane or what it was lifting! I was glad our Netherlands subscribers gave a good description of it in the movie site.
I could understand the huge fish, though, that Koen caught. To think of trying to handle a slippery 6-foot Sturgeon is no small trick. Glad someone got pictures of it to prove it.
The oranges from Spain look like our grapefruit. Imagine an orange bigger than your hand with spread out fingers.
I guess the sand and water and rocks are the same in Spain as they are right here in the USA, but we don't have a Frans to pose on the beach.
Kjirsten still entertaining us with pictures from Laos gives us a side of Laos that we hadn't known. The ornate clean white of the fence, and the mosaic detail with the carving on the building. We have enjoyed this set of pictures from your trip, Kjirsten, and am sure they will soon run out.
Doug's Little Beeps was large enough for us to see and read with no problem, and the details in the art showed talent.
I was reprimanded by the Quotation for the day this time. I wonder if we really do appreciate the beautiful variety of flowers that we have all around us most of the time, or do we take it for granted, as this implied? We planted orange marigolds in a planter by the driveway this time so we could enjoy their beauty and sharp color all summer, plus we hear rabbits do not bother them.
We got home from a pot luck for birthdays for three friends, of which Roy was one. He will have a birthday the 20th. So now I can clean up the kitchen and get us some supper, likely our routine Sunday night supper of pizza.
Thank you so much again for your steady efforts to put out such a variety of subjects in each Bulletin. What would Saturday morning be without that anticipation?
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