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Photo © Jerrianne Lowther
Chugach Foothills after snowstorm, Anchorage, Alaska.

Updates -

Photos © Brenda Hill
DeLoris with cake & gifts.

UPDATE -- DeLoris Anderson celebrates 80th birthday
by Merna Morgan Hellevang
Fargo, ND

Friends and family gathered on Friday, November 26, to celebrate with DeLoris Anderson on her 80th birthday at the home of Dwight and Janie Anderson. The guests enjoyed chocolate cake, ice cream, coffee and tea while visiting together. The table centerpiece was a floral arrangement from the Hill family, and other gifts for DeLoris included assorted cheeses, pralines, truffles, See's chocolate candies and soap.

Photo © Marlee Freesemann
Dwight Anderson, Mavis Morgan, DeLoris Anderson, Elaine Wold.

Photo © Brenda Hill
DeLoris, Kaye Braaten, Evan & Amber Braaten, Beth.

Photo © Mavis Morgan
Janie Anderson, Marlee Freesemann, Brenda Hill.

Photo © Mavis Morgan
Merna Hellevang, Tom Morgan, Merle Hansey.

Photo © Mavis Morgan
Fresh floral centerpiece.

Photo sent to us by Alexa's grandma, Char Morgan Myron
Alexa Gauderman, on her 2nd Birthday, September 26th, 2010.

Photo supplied by Tim Myron, sent to us by Char Morgan Myron
Pheasant hunters Larry & Victor Swenson, Ty & Tim Myron, Sheldon & Jeff Swenson from when Tim & Ty went pheasant hunting in Dickinson, ND, at Sheldon & Mitzi Swenson's.

1946 International Harvester "H" Farmall tractor with loader.

UPDATE -- the end of an era -- "H" and "Bobcat"
by Dwight Anderson
Wahpeton, ND

After faithfully serving four generations, the Anderson Family IHC "H" tractor will have a new home. Harry Anderson bought the tractor new and it was delivered to the farm near Dwight, North Dakota, on July 16, 1946. His son Don was the first on the seat to try it out. (Just ask him, if you have time to listen to a story!) Harry, Sr. passed away in 1962. Son Dwight bought it from Cleo in 1970. Since 1972, it has been the only tractor on the farm. Harry, Jr. commented that "there probably isn't a square inch on the farm that the "H" hasn't left a wheel print!"

When Dwight and Janie moved to Wahpeton in 2006, they sold the farmstead and the "H" to their daughter and son-in-law, Brenda and Nathan Hill. With their busy work schedules, Brenda often does the snowblowing, so a more "user-friendly" tractor was desired. With Nathan's employee discount at Bobcat, it seemed a Bobcat tractor would be a good choice, so they decided to put the "H" up for sale.

Brenda said, "After the ads came out for the 'H' we kept the phone calls in order. We probably should have had them all come at once and had an auction!" The first caller bought it.

Along with all the memories, Dwight has a trophy the "H" won at the 2006 Wilkin County Fair and a nice replica pedal tractor on display in his garage.

2010 Bobcat CT450 with loader.

UPDATE -- the beginning of an era -- "Bobcat"
by Nathan and Brenda Hill
Dwight, ND

After faithfully serving the Hill Family for five days, the 2010 Bobcat CT450 has left quite an impression with all who have driven it. Nathan and Brenda Hill bought the tractor new and it was delivered to the farm near Dwight, North Dakota, on November 24, 2010. Nathan was the first to try it out. The children are looking forward to their chance at driving it and someday owning it, as it will have to be on the farm until 2074 in order tie the "H"'s record for number of years of service!

The loader and front-mount snowblower were purchased at the same time. We are looking forward to trying out the snowblower on our nearly half-mile-long driveway. The cab should make this job more enjoyable, as it has heat (and air-conditioning in the summer!). The loader has a "honey-do" list that will have to wait for Spring. We are discussing the need or want for other attachments as we think of more jobs for the Bobcat to do, such as: 3-point blade, roto-tiller, tree planter, backhoe, etc.

Let it snow, let it snow! We're ready!

Jaxon, Nathan, Brenda, Jonathon & Jazmine (clockwise from upper left) with 2010 Bobcat CT450 with front-mount snowblower.

Photo © Sarah Steinhauer
Stuffed Mushrooms

Stuffed Mushrooms
by Sarah Steinhauer

These are a quick and easy appetizer for any special occasion.

medium sized Portobello mushrooms -- about 1 pound
crumbled feta cheese -- about 8 ounces
roasted red sweet pepper -- about 1, diced
pepper to taste
olive oil to drizzle

Remove stems from mushrooms. Place mushrooms on a rack in shallow roasting pan. Fill each with feta cheese. Top with diced, roasted red pepper. Sprinkle with pepper, drizzle with oil. Bake at 350 degrees for 15 minutes or until tender and cheese is melted.

I make these ahead of time, place in fridge, and then when guests arrive, I add the oil and pop them in the oven. Plan about 3 mushrooms per person.

Once Upon A...

Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell

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Let It Snow! Let It Snow!: Ox in Winter

Photo © Larry T. Dake
Scout the Ox begins his second winter – with a smile.
(The blaze orange ribbon was for safety during hunting season.)

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The Matriarch Speaks W
by Dorothy (Dake) Anderson
Alexandria, MN

Who Is This?

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

Last week's mystery photos were supplied by Mavis Anderson Morgan.
Send us some mystery photos; we will line them up in our staging area to take their turn.

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 pictures ... I would say that the one on the left is Char Morgan Myron and the one on the right is my mother-in-law, Cleo Berndt Anderson, holding her great-grandson Brandon Hellevang.

Janie Anderson
Wahpeton, ND

Someone must have dug REAL deep to find this picture of me, Char, in grade school. Gotta love the rag curl coming over the shoulder! The other is my nephew Brandon Hellevang, held by Great-Grandma Cleo Anderson. Enjoyed The Bulletin again today! Thanks,

Char Morgan Myron
Thompson, ND

I know the cute gal is Charlotte Morgan Myron, daughter of Tom and Mavis Morgan. The second picture is Grandma Cleo Anderson with one of her great-grandchildren, but I don't know which one.

Elaine Anderson Wold
Wahpeton, ND

The first picture is my sister, Char Morgan Myron, and the second is Cleo Anderson holding our son, her great-grandson, Brandon Hellevang, in the summer of 1987.

Merna Morgan Hellevang
Fargo, ND

I know that is a girl in the GUESS picture, and just maybe it is Mavis. I suppose that is Cleo holding a grandchild. How wrong can one get, anyway? (Right family, just different generations. --Ed.)

Betty Weiland Droel
MoundsView, MN

This week's Guess pictures

How many can you identify? What's going on?

Memory Lane

A series of recollections, of the five years when Bill and Lois Dake and their family lived in Minnesota, began with the episode in Bulletin 343. It's too soon to tell just how many parts there will be in this series, just after World War II. In Bulletin 349, I told more about polio (once called Infantile Paralysis) via two links, Polio and Sister Kenny, to minimize disruption of the narrative flow. Both documents are posted as a series of scanned images. We can't edit them or correct typos and they will not respond to font changes or printer settings as regular Bulletin pages do.

Dorothy Dake, 20, hand tinted portrait, 1946.

Changes, Changes, Changes
by Dorothy M. Anderson
Dwight, ND

My Grandma Mellon is no longer here to tease and be teased. She and Dr. Roholt have fought such a long battle with her blood pressure, and finally it was a battle that could not be won. When my mom called to tell me all about that last battle, she warned me to be ready to come home for the funeral, as Grandpa would need all the comforting he could get. She was there by her mother, in the hospital room at the university, and felt certain it would not be long. So I packed our suitcase and set it by the bed in the upstairs room at Don's folks'. Then we started waiting. It was just two days later and the wait was over.

But when that call came, the whole plan for me had to be changed. I would be attending the funeral, but not with Don. We took his things out of the suitcase, parked the car at his folks' and the following day he got a ride to meet the bus to Fort Snelling. Later that very same day, they took me to the train depot in Breckenridge, so I could get on the train there. It does not stop in the small towns, so Blanche and Jim met me at Willmar, and that way I was able to be with the family.

On January 12th, we were at Grandma Mellon's funeral. It was hard and I did miss having Don by my side. He had been well liked by Grandma, and would have liked to have shown his respect. Everyone knows, though, you do not make excuses to the U.S. Army.

I know it sounds like such bad timing ... but really, it wasn't. You see, this was during the two-week Christmas vacation and so did not require another teacher to be found to replace me. It has not snowed here, even yet. Don is still home, so it isn't like he had to leave while I was at the funeral. But he is going to leave soon, so today he and his dad took our trailer back to the owner for us. I have arranged to move to the Stoltenows' the day after he goes to Fargo to be sworn in and then sent to wherever his destination will be. I am glad we have no snow, and I am looking forward to my weekends with Don's folks.

Grandma Angie Mellon, 50th anniversary, 1946.

Private Don Anderson in front of the barracks at Fort Lewis, Washington.

by Don Anderson
Alexandria, MN

I was surprised to receive notice of a pre-induction physical examination in January of 1951, as I had been discharged from the Navy in 1946 with a medical discharge after being hurt in a training accident.

I reported in January 1951 to Fort Snelling, Minnesota. I was sworn into the Army on February 7th at Fargo, North Dakota, and we left the same day on the Empire Builder train, headed for Fort Lewis, Washington, for training.

I was at Fort Lewis for a week. While there, we got our Army clothing, and we got our shots. But I was not trained there. After that time, I was trucked, along with about 40 men, to McChord Field near Tacoma. There we boarded a converted Army plane and headed for Fort Jackson, South Carolina, for infantry training.

A stop at Salt Lake City on the trip from Fort Lewis to Fort Jackson. Some of the guys got in trouble because they left the plane "out of uniform." They will soon learn the rules!

A a cut-out of one of Don's buddies in a photo taken at the entry of Fort Jackson.

Shoulder patch for the Dixie Division, left; "tent city" -- training in South Carolina.

I took part in the general infantry training with the Headquarters Company. During the training, my condition made it impossible for drills so I was given light duty for the duration of my stay there. I was discharged on June 15, 1951, and returned home. Others in my company who served in World War II were also discharged at this time.

Needless to say, I was glad to get back home to my bride and to my family.

Private Don Anderson with a Mississippi Sergeant, left. They look pretty friendly.

Combine Driver

by Don Anderson
Alexandria, MN

Sixty-two years ago, on December 4, 1948, Dad and I drove to Fargo to buy a Massey-Harris combine. It was a place on Front Street, where a black market dealer had two combines. At that time there was a "ceiling" price (set by the government). Combines were in demand and everyone would gladly pay the price the government put on them. Money "under the table" bought the combine. I really cannot remember what Dad had to pay for it. "All right, Donnie, you get on it and drive it home," he said. "I will follow you" (with the '31 Chevy).

Front Street was not a busy street like it is today, but I was a bit nervous and had to figure out the different levers and switches. So off I went, nine miles an hour. I went east to Highway 81 and turned south. It was a mild day, no snow and no wind. I got over too far one time and clipped off a sign post. After that, I was more careful for posts along the road, which at that time was gravel, and narrow.

About six hours later, I drove into our yard. Elaine celebrated her birthday that day and I remember that several girls and Mom came out to inspect the monster machine. Needless to say, I was cold and didn't waste any time going to the house to warm up and get something to eat. I mastered the driving of the self-propelled Massey-Harris combine.

Travelogue t

Photo © Mitzi Swenson
Copenhagen -- partly cloudy -- and then some.

Scandinavian Heritage Tour: Last day in Copenhagen, Denmark
by Jayna Swenson
Salt Lake City, UT

The weather forecast for today was for partly cloudy, however we woke up to the same weather as yesterday, sans the rain. I guess Copenhagen will always be cloudy in my memory, but glorious nonetheless.

Photos © Mitzi Swenson
Fountain, left; trees with autumn foliage, right.

For breakfast, we hit up the same bakery that we ate at yesterday, and due to a fortunate communication error, ended up with quite the decadent spread. Fresh whipped cream (unsweetened, like in Switzerland) and jam filled crêpes, flaky cinnamon rolls (like croissants), chocolate-filled croissants, pumpkin seed rolls with brie, hot chocolate, whole milk and green tea. And that's just what Shane and I ate.

One problem about packing for a trip with two people who live in different states and who are the same size and have similar taste in clothing is that there is bound to be some overlap. So far, Kjirsten and I have nearly the same outfit on every day, today being the worst offender. When Kjirsten came out of the bathroom dressed, we were nearly indistinguishable. Same cream Patagonia jacket. Gray top. Black skirt. Black tights. Merrell boots with buckles on the back. Hair in messy bun. First name that that has a j in it. Last name Swenson. Shane's going to have to mark me with a Sharpie pretty soon if he wants to be able to tell us apart.

After breakfast, we headed over to the Christiansborg castle, where we donned little shoe booties and saw the inside of an active castle, so active that we had to get escorted out because the Prime Minister of Bhutan was arriving. We saw his motorcade zoom right by us as we were standing just outside of a secret exit in one of the porticos. Not sure how that was any better than having him see us toodling around in the gift shop, but I guess the queen didn't want us there. As you wish!

Photo © Mitzi Swenson
Christiansborg Palace houses all three of Denmark's branches of government.

We grabbed some picnic supplies in Christianshavn (a variety of cheeses, salami, breads, fruits and vegetables) for our dinner and breakfast on our cruise, and hit up the Danish Design Center for a few hours before our boat left. The design center was fantastic. I'm a huge fan of Scandinavian industrial, product and graphic design, so this stop was particularly interesting for me. However, if you think of Ikea's prices when you think of Scandinavian products, you will be sorely disappointed. The price of even the smallest designed item in the shop's prices would make anyone choke on their pickled herring instantly.

The lunch offerings at the museum were on par with the exhibits. I had the ham and cheese sandwich. And by ham and cheese, I mean prosciutto and local white cheese on a crusty Danish roll with baby arugula, red onions and a chunky mustard sauce. Had I not seen a prime minister at a castle and spent my afternoon in a design haven (and later enjoying a cruise to Oslo), I would have said that the sandwich was the highlight of my day. It was that good.

Photos © Mitzi Swenson
In Copenhagen -- building art, left, & floral facade, right.

We're now on our cruise to Oslo, Norway. Kjirsten and Mitzi were skeptical about it, thinking that I was trying to hype an overnight budget ferry by calling it a "cruise." But it really is a cruise. It's big, fancy, has entertainment, pools, duty free, etc. But it's also cheap. For the four of us to stay in one cabin, it cost about 175 euro, total. Now when you take into consideration that our average hostel night costs about that (and a Coke is about $6 a bottle), plus we will wake up in an entirely different country, I'd say that's pretty fantastic.

We sat out on the deck (with hats, coats and blankets) until we set sail, and then retired to an empty night club to watch the sunset from the comfort and warmth of the indoors. One of the reasons why the cruise is so cheap is because they make up for it with food and duty free purchases. I've never seen a duty free store quite so full. It was elbow to elbow, and every single person (including little kids) had a rolling cart behind them, filled to the brim with tax free goodies. (The kids mostly had chocolates and legos, not alcohol.) We did our part and bought some chocolate, which was quickly devoured by the peckish Swensons.

After dinner, we found a quiet spot and ate more chocolate and read books until I looked up and Shane, Kjirsten and Mitzi were all fast asleep. At 8:30 p.m., we are quite the partiers. I snuck off to take a shower and left the rest of them to wake up at their leisure. It's now 9:30 and I think Shane fell back asleep on the chair in a hallway near duty free. Any guess as to what time he rolls down to our cabin? I'm going with 2 a.m. and that's generous.

Our ship arrives in Oslo tomorrow morning at around 10, if we notice. With no window in our cabin, we'll see if we even wake up at all.

To be continued...

Photo © Mitzi Swenson
Kjirsten, Jayna & Shane, freezing on on cruise ship deck, leaving Copenhagen by sea.

Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of
Hetty Hooper

This Week's Special Days
December 7---Pearl Harbor Day

This Week's Birthdays
December 7---Aunika Swenson
December 11---Ryan Henderson
December 11---Makaila Belle Gordon (3 years)
December 11---Wyatt Wm. Meyer (11 years)

Happy Birthday!

More December Birthdays
December 3---Twila Aydelotte
December 4---Sonja Dake
December 4---Carol Dake Printz
December 4---Elaine Anderson Wold

December 12---Sarah Lynn Dake Steinhauer
December 13---Larry Dake
December 13---Derek Swenson
December 14---Kathleen Dake Stahlecker
December 16---Avery Hope McNeill (2 years)
December 17---Char Morgan Myron
December 17---Austin Printz
December 19---Barb Anderson
December 19---Lisa Boltz
December 20---Jay Pierre Miller
December 21---Melanie Anderson Shockey
December 21---Jonathan Glen Hill (6 years)
December 24---Ken Hellevang
December 24---Arbor Johnson
December 24---Beaver Johnson
December 25---Angela Stahlecker Roberson
December 26---Koen de Been
December 29---Mitzi Johnson Swenson
December 30---Travis Quick

December Anniversaries
December 20---Eric and Melanie Anderson Shockey (8 years)
December 23---Harold and Carol Dake Printz (43 years)
December 27---Earl and Kathleen Dake Stahlecker (36 years)

December Special Days

December 7---Pearl Harbor Day
December 21---First Day of Winter
December 25---Christmas Day
December 31---New Year's Eve

Keep Us Posted!

Please drop Miss Hetty a line and tell us who, and what, we've missed. And how about a report (photos welcome) of YOUR special celebration?

'Many Thankse

Miss Hetty


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Please include me in the weekly Bulletin. I came across this while my mother, Beatrice Rutledge (Tiemens-Bartlett), and my aunt Diane Mae Tiemens were visiting my family and me in Texas for Thanksgiving. I had been working on the family tree and Diane told me that my mother stayed with Andie and Harold Wieland when she was pregnant with me, so I went searching for an address and stumbled on this site. What a BLESSING! Thank You,

Connie Lynn Jerdet-Skehan
Canyon Lake, TX

I am not sure but the Hans Christian Andersen statue does look like my grandpa. He evidently left his bow tie and hat in Denmark, as I don't remember seeing it over here in the USA. I am glad the Swensons could see it and have their picture with it.

Mavis Anderson Morgan
Hope, ND

Don and I enjoy The Bulletin each weekend. Here is a small contribution from me. A friend sent this to me and tells me it is wonderful. Some of your reader family may enjoy trying this recipe. Warmest regards,

Rosemary McKenzie
at home in AZ

A friend told me about this new and easy way to do turkey breast and I had the ingredients to make it so I did that very day. I have never had turkey breast so moist and flavorful.

In a crock pot, stir together:

1 can whole cranberry sauce
1 small pkg. Mrs. Grass Onion soup mix (dehydrated)
1 cup orange juice

Place turkey breast side up (remove skin and any string casing, if present). Cook on High for 1 hour and then 4 hours on a low setting ... or 6 hours on low.

I spooned some of the sauce over the turkey to eat it, but didn't need to. If you don't like the idea of leaving the cranberries on after cooking, just scrape them off. If you don't want to use orange juice, you can use cranberry juice of any flavor combo.

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

I so well remember sitting on the plane, waiting for it to lift off, heading back to Seattle, and as I looked over the skyline of Anchorage, I saw a row of the most beautiful, spectacular, PINK mountains that etched itself on my memory so that when I saw our first picture of The Bulletin #441, I got a bad case of nostalgia. They really do look just exactly like this picture. What a nice view of the snow laden branches against pink mountains!

Beaver would surely have enjoyed and appreciated the engraved walls in Rochester. Anyone who had given part of their lives for the sake of the country would identify with those scenes. The link to the memorial wall was very impressive. We never would have found that if you hadn't directed us there, Donna Mae and Beaver.

What a nice tribute to Florence Miller, the mother of so many successful young men and women that I remember as children! In fact, being I worked for Dr. Tom Miller in his chiropractic office for 13 years, I learned to know and love his family in their adult years, too, so I felt a sad loss and yet a feeling of sweet release to know Florence is not enduring her existence in the rest home any longer.

The update on Harlie Mae looked like she was being broken in for life on the farm. Her daddy being gone so much would give Mommy some bonding time, for sure. Looks like Daddy isn't losing any time interesting her in his world of cars and trucks. That's "family life."

What a very special Thanksgiving for Don and Dorothy to have when all their family could be together in 2010! A person feels they must make use of opportunity to be with loved ones, as changes come so fast.

The Morgans are so good about sharing their photos of visitors, and sometimes there are long distance friends and family that we get to meet through The Bulletin. From London to Chicago must mean all roads lead to North Dakota.

I wish we knew how to really tell Don and Patty how much we enjoyed the story of the Good Old Days. It was so detailed, and we could just see and hear this snowstorm, and feel the cold drafts and smell the candles and the oil from the lamps, etc. We could just hear the squeak of the pump and feel the cold metal, and see one's breath in the upstairs bedroom. Thank you for that story. That was a true story from personal experience not too many years ago, really.

I hope someone else responds to your request for more stories of the same era.

Thanks, Miss Kitty, for relating the weather you were having in Anchorage, Alaska. I did click on the link, and it was quite a sight to see all those shoppers singing. It seemed they knew the song, but I could not make out one word except the Hallelujah at the end. I thought it was interesting to see the stores and the decor, and the people dressed as they were for ALASKA. (The flash mob Halleleujah Chorus video came from a mall in or near Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada, I believe. Their weather is probably colder than Anchorage's, though likely not as cold as Alaska's Interior. --Photo Ed.)

Sarah and Bitzi and Larry all keep us in suspense with what they will create next. I loved following the links to find out what happened to the cat.

Caity is keeping entertained by entertaining. I am so glad we have a grandma that likes to share.

Will anticipate a great goat tale soon, Sarah.

I was feeling like I could see the events as they happened for Don and Dorothy in those first years of married life. To have to be separated is not the best experience, but they really made up for it in the last years.

Not very often those four would have a picture taken together in Denmark. What an interesting looking table and the raised tray in the center was an excellent idea. They look so happy and relaxed. World travelers must get that way. The open-faced sandwiches sounded so good. Talk about variety. In looking at the link to the sandwiches, I was so amazed to see how artistically their food was presented.

Quite a Quotation for the day for our Thanksgiving season. "He enjoys much who is thankful for little." So, does that mean he's thankful for even the little that he has or for little? Thought provoking.

Now I will send this printed copy of The Bulletin to my sister, who isn't seeming to get her computer to work right, and she is as addicted to The Bulletin as I am. She is in sunny, balmy Phoenix while we are here in the cold, wet, slippery snow of Minnesota.

Thanks again to all who contributed so we could have another Bulletin, right on schedule, and filled to the brim.

Betty Droel


Photo © Donna Johnson
See how crazy my "Burro's Tail" has gotten! I got it when there were about four little pieces in a pot, from a garage sale.

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