Winter Begins With Lunar Eclipse
UPDATE -- Donna Richards rallies, rests after more surgery
Friday evening; Just spoke with Donna R. Her brother and sister have not had a chance to speak with her surgeon yet, but she survived another surgery!
Today's surgery was to remove more of the infection around the wound in her leg, where the rod was put after the femur break. Donna is still in very serious condition, with the doctor giving her a 50-50 chance of making it through today's surgery -- which she did. We are keeping current through Caring Bridge.
She was very "loopy" from the anesthesia and pain medications and very funny in the process, without meaning to be! When she thought we were laughing at her, she told us all we were "not going to be invited to any of her parties from now on -- birthday, Christmas or Hanukkah!" She said, "Yes, Hanukkah! I've converted to Judaism!"
She also thought they were lying to her, as to where she was, and she said I was supposed to hang up and call her right back. I told her she was most definitely in Southdale hospital. Then she said, "And, how am I supposed to believe you?" I said, "Well, Donna, I have never lied to you before; why would I start now?" She said, "Well, that's true," and seemed satisfied.
Earlier this week: It was good to hear her voice, to know she'd survived the surgery! She spent the day visiting and finding out what had gone on, that she'd missed out on while so deeply sedated.
She didn't remember many things, including telling them she did not want surgery or some of the other things they'd taken her off of, including her insulin (which she had refused because in her stupor she thought they said "insulation.") It gave her a chance to tell us what she does want and try and fight to win this war with the infection in her body.
When I called to check on her the next day, her nurse said she was sound asleep. She was being sedated quite heavily again, to help her body heal as much as it can. That, along with the feeding tube they put in, hopefully can help her heal.
UPDATE -- Snowzilla returns -- but he's in Poland!
Did you read about the Polish Snowzilla? He's 31 feet high, has a barrel for a hat and a traffic cone nose! You can read all about him here. OUR Snowzilla previously appeared in Bulletins 237 and 238 and 341 and 344. You can find all those Snowzillas in the Archives or by searching for Snowzilla on this web site. He hasn't made an appearance for the past couple of years. Too many neighbors complained, I guess.
We have plenty of snow this year but it's too cold to make a snowman in Anchorage right now -- it's been 10 below zero at our house. Our yard is full of fresh moose tracks and we saw a couple of moose walking down our street a couple of days ago. They pruned our rosebushes so hard there's no telling whether we will even have roses next summer. Miss Jerrianne swept a whole pile of moose nuggets off the driveway and into the yard today. They'll find their way to the compost pile next spring. She sure didn't want them smushed all over the asphalt in the driveway.
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Frost on the Brow of the Ox
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Day to DayR
Beaver Doing Well After Knee Surgery
Beaver went to Physical Therapy yesterday. The therapist told him he has to make sure to get his leg up more often, as it is far too swollen. So, he's been very good about putting it up since then, as well as icing it when needed.
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.
I recognize the subjects of this week's Guess picture! The handsome young man on the left is Grady Chap, the newest addition to the Chap/Johnson clan. On the right is his aunt Lori Ostendorf, lending him some support.
The picture is of Lori (Chap) Ostendorf, happily holding someone that I have seen pictures of before, but can not identify right now.
For the guess picture I know we have no one but our great, great nephew Grady Chap. Now I could have added another "GREAT" in there, but it wouldn't mean a generation "great" but just the fact that he is one GREAT lad. Now his auntie with him, and showing how proud she is of him, is Lori Ostendorf. She has every reason to be so happy and proud for such a wonderful little nephew.
Tom and Mavis Morgan
The GUESS picture from the previous week all came back to me, loud and clear, when I read the answer. I remember the shipwreck casserole story and that picture well, but could not think of it when I needed that answer.
This time it is so easy. Our pretty Lori Ostendorf, holding Grady Chap. I don't know which one looks happiest.
Betty Weiland Droel
This week's Guess picture
$ A Long Time Ago !
A Baby Brother For Christmas
In 1950, the third winter our family lived in the house where Beaver and Donna live now, our father still used the old folding camera that he and his sister Marjory had bought in their teenage years to take black and white pictures. Our mother thought it might be a good idea to buy him a modern 35mm camera for Christmas.
She thoughtfully asked our opinion about this but didn't get much response from Bobby, age 7, or Kathy, who was almost 6. Though I was almost 10 and had bought my first camera when I was 6 or 7 with two Wheaties box tops and 55 cents, I didn't really have much of an opinion about this purchase, either. Little did I know that this was one of the Christmas gifts that year that would have long lasting effects.
Then things took an unexpected turn. I must have known what was coming, but as Dorothy has mentioned a few times in her Memory Lane memoir, some of the details become hazy over 60 years. And in 1950, ladies who were "expecting" weren't likely to say much about it, at least not to their 9-year-olds.
Nevertheless, there was considerable dismay on the day before Christmas when all three of us children, suitcases in tow, were unceremoniously deposited at our grandmother's house in town -- as our parents drove to Fergus Falls for a meeting with the stork to take delivery on a baby.
From our point of view, as children, this was a pretty grim way to spend Christmas, a holiday our widowed grandmother did not observe in any way. We were well cared for but there were no festivities. No turkey roasting in the oven of the woodstove. No stockings hung by the oil stove in the living room, as they had when we lived in that house a few years before. Until I was 7 and a half, our grandmother's house had been our house -- on the farm where Ben and Ashley live now. It was very different then.
I don't know how we spent our time there, though it was probably pleasant enough, with puzzles or board games or building things with "Lincoln Logs" or "Brick Blocks" (a precursor of "Legos"). Perhaps our grandmother, a former school teacher, read books to us. We probably had popcorn or cocoa and cookies or some other treats. The younger kids may have been quite content, but I was ... morose.
Nor did I perk up when our father delivered the news that we had received a new baby brother on Christmas eve. "Oh," I groaned, "did it HAVE to be a BOY?" That just seemed like the last straw.
No one paid any attention. They named the new baby David with a middle name of Sherman, after Dad's friend, and brought him home from the hospital a few days later. Eventually, of course, I realized that he did, indeed, "have to" be a boy and that he would come to be appreciated by all, and certainly by me.
I seem to remember ... with a little prompting from looking through old black and white pictures ... that we received ice skates for Christmas that year. Our father tried to make up for the lack of holiday cheer by taking us ice skating on the slough down the hill below the house where Beaver and Donna live now. I think he took our picture with his new camera, using black and white film, as he always had before.
A few weeks later, Dad joined an amateur camera club and gave up black and white photography in favor of shooting slides. After that, family pictures were in color and we saw them projected on a screen. Dad and his camera were invited to all sorts of social functions. Soon he was documenting Ashby businesses, and the people who patronized them, and giving highly popular slide shows for various and sundry occasions.
I can truly say I received three long-lasting gifts for Christmas in 1950. David, always "busy as a little beaver," became "Beaver." He anchors our family to this day, at the Ashby farm our grandfather bought about 1917 and cleared by hand with an ax. Photography became my hobby and then my career. I loved my ice skates and understood completely when Kyra enjoyed figure skating enough to pursue it for years...
Happy 60th birthday, Beaver! You were a "keeper" all along!
Scandinavian Heritage Tour: Oslo, Norway
Awoken by an alarm at 7:20, we rolled out of bed and managed to find our way to the free (!) buffet breakfast at our hostel. It had your regular items like cereal, granola, yogurt, bananas, hard boiled eggs, cheese, cucumbers, tomatoes, bread and jam, but also had three different types of herring, smoked salmon, spreadable lard and a toffee colored item that tasted like 1,000 year old eggs, but was apparently a type of goat cheese. I passed on that one.
We found the right T-bane near our hostel and were met by Eisten/Austin a few stops later. He's a local college student from the convention grounds, an hour and a half away, who is studying marketing at the university here in Oslo. He then guided us from the train to a bus and then to a car, where his uncle drove us the rest of the way to meeting.
The house where meeting was held is in the countryside, about 25 minutes outside of town by car (1 hour by bus), and the area is breathtaking. Every tree on the rolling hills is on fire with golds, oranges and reds. Little colored houses peek out from the trees. Sailboats are docked in glassy inlets that are reflecting the BLUE skies up above. Yes, the sun decided to shine for our Sunday!
Meeting was in a nice house that looked like an upscale version of Ikea (read: very clean, bright and modern). It was in Norwegian, but the elder wrote down what people said in English and passed it to us. The family that lives there is in their 40s and they have four kids; there were a couple spunky older ladies (one of whom spoke excellent English); the elder's sister, who just moved here from Copenhagen; Eisten, and a young couple with a one and a half year old and a two week old baby. Everyone spoke English afterwards and were quite funny.
To be continued...
Photo Editor's Note: Photo captions are pure guess work by the editor.
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+ LETTERS TO THE EDITORS?
A cold evening... It's almost like 1989 when Mom passed away. It was so cold at that time. It is hard to believe she would be 104 if she were still living but it is already 21 years since that winter.
It was so cold that when Junior's were here and Lori tried to make a snowman. It just didn't work. The trouble is, it has be in 30's to stick together! And I mean 30 above, not 30 below..
I have been in all day; read papers, did some snail mail, some bookwork, and just had a quiet day. DeLoris stopped in and we had leftover stew for noon and then she read The Bulletin. I can't believe there've been that many issues already! Great job, Dorothy, Jerrianne, and Donna.
And Donna, I have been thinking of you with Donna Richards and wonder how she's doing? And if you are able to get out of the city with 20 inches of snow, too? Wonder if Beaver got home? The storm just "kissed" us, the weatherman said, so we were lucky, except for the horrible wind and cold.
I hope all's well and all are keeping warm!
Elaine Anderson Wold
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
Our old fashioned Minnesota blizzard has just let up so that the wind gales are not swirling fine snow into drifts blocking us in anymore. It is really a beautiful winter wonderland. We are always so thankful when our electricity does not go out.
We were happy The Bulletin was not delayed, and we were enjoying all the items of interest. As we were reading we were totally ignoring what was happening outside the window here.
The first picture of the playground covered with snow seemed innocent after the many inches we had today. Thanks, Jerrianne, for giving us a look at Anchorage, Alaska's, snow.
Oh, Mason Walker Indermark is going to have to grow up in a hurry to keep up with his brothers and sister. A calm, quiet baby will be a nice change.
So, Shari has another grandbaby. I hate to remind her, but I remember her best when she was the age of her grandchildren.
Now it is Elaine's turn to have a birthday. The years just keep rolling past, and all of a sudden it's some age you never thought you'd live to be; 81 years old used to seem like an old person, but I'm 80 myself now, and funny how you change your opinion of "old."
Beaver, you have had knee surgery, they tell us. I hear that is so much more painful than a hip, and it takes extreme therapy to be able to use that leg normally again. Good thing you have caring family that will keep you company and cheered. That was a great kindness to have let Donna Mae go to her friend Donna Richards at this critical time.
What an update on the lefse by Mitzi! That is a skill to be able to roll out the lefse that thin, and not get black blobs on the finished product. Very interesting to read about the rule breakin' recipe. We settle for the boughten lefse, and have a certain brand that we like best.
I couldn't get over that bowl of mashed potatoes on the Morgan Thanksgiving dinner table. I had to look at that twice to see if it was really, truly piled that high, and yessiree, it was. Even at that, they likely cleaned up the whole bowlful. I tried to see the place cards, and wonder if they were all different?
The guests from London would have been impressed with an American Thanksgiving dinner.
Was that the first time Grandpa got to see baby Oscar Johann Ramso? People feel so comfortable and at home with the Morgans -- that is a gift, to be so hospitable.
Bitzi, I liked your digital textures, and may use one sometime as a background. With this snowstorm, you would have had plenty of down time to play with your project. Or maybe you were out shoveling for tomorrow.
Larry will never run out of material for his part in The Bulletin. Animals and grandchildren will easily give him special stories like this one with Scout meeting the baby. We clicked on the link and were entertained for a long time with all we found on it.
We are thinking of Donna Richards today. We know it is touch and go, and Donna Mae is there for a very special comfort and caring, which will make this phase of Donna's life easier to accept. I was glad for the excellent, very natural picture of her.
The Memory Lane gave us a lot of details that most people would have forgotten. The anticipation of the new husband coming home would have been almost breathtaking. No matter what would happen now, it would be OK, being they were together.
That was such a nice picture from 1951 when their life was just beginning in earnest. Now they have a 60th wedding picture to display. Hard to take this in.
What an accomplishment to rebuild a truck that needed that much work! Roy enjoyed those details, of course.
The Travelogue was most interesting again. The matching jackets added to the interest. At first, I was sure that was an albino peacock in the background, but discovered it was a fountain in Oslo. We have loved the details of the trip, as we have known a few people from that area so can picture it easier through the American eyes. What we really enjoy are the menus from their meals.
I know they have gotten home safe and sound from their travels, as Mitzi is making lefse on a previous page.
What a nice picture of the brother and sister and wife! I'd say the photo editor did an excellent job of pairing the pictures with the stories. Pictures are always a special part helping us visualize the Travelogue experiences.
We're looking out at many inches of new snow here in Minneapolis-St. Paul, but I see the first day of winter isn't until December 21st.
What a lifter that the Quotation for the day was! To keep thinking spring is closer today than it was yesterday.
Thanks again for our Bulletin #443, and no matter what you have had to do to produce it, it was well worth it, as far as your subscribers are concerned.
Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell; photo by Amy Harrison
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