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Brianna's October collage
October illustration © Brianna Anderson-Jordet

by Carol (Dake) Printz

I've enjoyed reading The Bulletin and seeing pictures of recent additions to the family by marriage or birth. We will be doing our part in the birth department soon, as our youngest son Justin and his wife, Melody, are expecting a baby in the middle of November. I get to do the Grandma thing and go help out when the time comes.

Guess I should do an update on our branch of the family tree ... I'm Carol, the oldest grandchild of Bill and Amy Dake, daughter of Bill (deceased) and Lois Dake. My Dad was Aunt Dorothy's older brother. I am married to Harold Printz. We have been living in Sidney, Nebraska, for a year now, after a job change and move from Idaho, where we had lived 22-1/2 years. Harold is manager of an agricultural co-operative here. I am a registered nurse, but have not worked in nursing for many years.

We have three sons, Eric who is 36 years old, Cody who is 33 years old and Justin who is 30 years old. (Harold and I are 58 and "soon-to-be 58" years old.)

Eric is in the ministry in Oregon. Cody is divorced and has a son, Austin, almost 13 years old, who lives in Denver. Cody lives with us and works for Cabela's (outdoor activity outfitters) here in Sidney as a "government outfitter," processing orders from government agencies for Cabela's. Justin and Melody live and work on a ranch near Edgemont, South Dakota. They have two children, Wade, 5, and Callie, 3, at present.

This is a picture of our home here. We recently got a new digital camera ... so when I get it figured out, I may be able to send more pictures from time to time! :) Come see us in "the heartland" anytime!


Harold & Carol (Dake) Printz's home in Sidney, Nebraska

Photo Editor's Note:
There is a Printz family photo in Bulletin 102.

by Grandma Linda Knutson
Pelham, AL

On Wednesday of last week, October 24, I became a grandma for the second time. His name is Tylor Wayne Logan and he was 19 inches long and 6 lb. 15 oz. He has black hair! Carrie Lynn Logan, 26, who is my daughter, is also the mother to Anthony Lee, age 7.

by Linda Knutson
Pelham, AL

Hi, this is Linda in Alabama. I am using my cousin's address until I can get one of my own. As of this past Wednesday, I became a grandma. My daughter went home Friday and Tylor will go home Monday and both are doing great. I am so glad I made this move down here so I can see them more often. Hope everyone up there is doing OK.

Carrie's fiancé is Shannon Wayne Wingo, 27. The two of them are not married but have been together for five years now. They all live in a small town, Warrior, which is about 45 miles from where I live in Pelham, Alabama. I hope to hear from you ... and I will write again.

by Wyatt Johnson
Moorhead, MN

Brooklynn Johnson, 12 days old.

by Ken & Merna (Morgan) Hellevang
Fargo, ND

Our son Brandon has earned the rank of Eagle Scout and was recognized at a Court of Honor on Friday, October 29, 2004, in Fargo, North Dakota. He is a member of Troop 214.

For his service project, the Fargo North High School senior designed and led the construction of enhancements to the mini-golf course at the Children's Museum at Yunker Farm.

Brandon Hellevang Lindsay Hellevang
Brandon Hellevang, Eagle Scout (left); Lindsay Hellevang is 15 (right).

Lindsay celebrated her 15th birthday on September 12 with her parents, brother Brandon, grandparents Tom and Mavis Morgan, and other family members. She is a freshman at Ben Franklin Junior High School in Fargo, and is a member of mixed choir, show choir, and a piano student.

from Tim & Colette (Anderson) Huseby
Tracy, CA

Click here for updated photos of Erik & Ashley Huseby from our trip to Minnesota this summer and some from home... Editor's Note: Colette and the kids also visited her parents, Argyle and Kathlyn (Johnson) Anderson in Anchorage, Alaska, in June (see Bulletin 115).

Ashley w/train Erik's first fish
Ashley likes model railroading (left) & Erik caught his first fish (right).

by Mark Johnson
Grade 6, Orono School
Long Lake, MN

Hey Everyone,

How's it going? I'm just fine. School is going great. I like my science teacher, Mr. Rosati. We're doing Legos in science right now. We are making moving models of machines with them.

I'm getting very busy in my lawn mowing service, raking a lot of leaves. Well I'm going to go! cya.

Can you send me The Bulletin for myself? Thanks.
Mark --
Mark Johnson

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

Starting last week, I plan to run biographical sketches of the members of our staff. When that has been done, I want to run sketches and pictures of each of the readers and subscribers who have not already done introductions. Please tell us about yourself. What is your work and what else do you do with your time? How are you related or what friend introduced you into the family? I am hoping that you can share family photos and background sketches. Send all manuscripts and pictures to me at

Now I'd like you to meet our first Ashby Correspondent:

Donna Mae Johnson
Day To Day Columnist & Ashby Correspondent for The Bulletin

My mother, Dorothy, is the Editor of The Bulletin and my father is Don Anderson, a frequent Bulletin contributor. I am the oldest of their five children, the other four being Don ("Donnie") Anderson, Jr.; Marlene Johnson, Patty Henderson and Doug Anderson-Jordet.

Most of you already know me, but for those who don't, my name is Donna Mae Johnson. My husband is David Johnson, more commonly known as "Beaver." We have six children between us; my three are Lori, Becky and Chris and his three boys are Wyatt, Weston and Ben.

We have a lovingly blended family and you probably have read much about what good "kids" they are! I'm sure in coming Bulletins you will hear more of the same. :-) We were certainly blessed!

We have four grandchildren: Caity and Jayce, who are Becky's children and currently live with us. (They have dreams of owning their own home on our property in the future.) Our other two, Rylie and Brooklynn, are Wyatt and Jolene Johnson's children and they live in Moorhead, Minnesota. Brooklynn was just recently introduced in The Bulletin and she's our newest little sweetheart!

We are fortunate to live on Beaver's family's third generation farm, near Ashby, Minnesota. It is a beautiful, hilly area with two beautiful lakes close to us. We love to share our home and surroundings, so please set up a visit; we'd love to have you come and see us.

Besides helping raise my grandchildren, I run a home day care, with 10 children currently enrolled, part time. Becky and her fiancé, Dave, help me out with the children. (They were in a recent car accident and are not currently working elsewhere.) I've done day care, nanny work and child rearing for 30 years now, so it's second nature to me.

For fun, I love to travel, garage sale, shop and read. Beaver would prefer I read more and do the rest far less! :-) So, if you have any good books that could be recommended, he'd appreciate your time and effort in sharing the information with me. I would love to decorate and/or shop for people for a living, so I could spend someone else's money and still be able to enjoy myself. Any takers?

I'll look forward to getting to know all of you better in the near future. Certainly most anyone's life story will be far more interesting than mine!

Donna Mae

The Don & Dorothy (Dake) Anderson Family
Front: Don & Dorothy Anderson; clockwise from upper left: Marlene Johnson, Douglas Anderson-Jordet, Donna Johnson, Don "Donnie" Anderson, Jr., Patty Henderson.

Editor's Note: I wish to add a paragraph to Donna's report. Donna is a charter member of The Bulletin staff. She was the one who encouraged me to do a newsletter for the college kids, and then she told me that the parents would like in, and from that time on she has continued to introduce others to our publication. She has her own column (right below this one), with a header designed for it by her brother Doug. It is choice reading! ~ Dorothy

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With Donna Mae
Ashby, MN

Our Four Grandchildren & Caity's New Kitten

Jayce & Brooklynn, left; Rylie, Caity & Midnight, right.

Jayce is so thrilled with the new baby in our family! He begs to hold her every chance he gets!

I spent most of the summer saying "No" to Caity asking if Midnight could come in the house to stay. She'd bring him in and play with him every once in a while. Now comes fall and colder weather and Grandpa Beaver says, "If that kitten is going to survive the winter, he'll have to come in the house and live." Guess who that made happy! :-)

Beaver opened a package the other day and the letter with it said they were sending him a "gift." Inside he found a small stack of shop rags. He was not very impressed and put them on the corner of his desk. The kitten decided he liked them just fine!

Both Beaver and I wondered about how long 13 year old Jordan would be in a snit over a new kitten in the house. Turned out, he adjusted very quickly; this was taken after just a few days.

Beaver with 13-year-old Jordan, a flame point Siamese cat, and Midnight, Caity's black and white kitten (left). Midnight appreciates Beaver's "free gift" of shop towels (right).

LTD Storybrooke

Storybrooke, The Plot
Family Update, Part 3 of 3
By Larry Dake
Brooks-Oklee, MN

My friend Dale, a man where I work, has a very limited ability to speak. However he has a story he likes to tell.

He'll say "Bull," and touch my arm or shoulder to make sure he has my attention. His eyes will sparkle with excitement and he will exclaim, "Out!" He gazes into the distance and makes a big sweep with his arm, illustrating that the bull is out of its pasture, and is wandering off.

Then he yells "DADDY!" And he laughs. In his excitement he'll grab me by the arm as he looks into the distance. It's as though he's saying, come with me, we'll find the bull. He shades his eyes from the imaginary sun, looking for the bull. Presently he indicates, by grasping an imaginary steering wheel, and turning it wildly, that he and Daddy are chasing the bull in Daddy's pickup.

Suddenly he smacks his fist into the palm of his hand, indicating the pickup hitting the bull.

"Pow!" He puts his hand over his mouth as though in astonishment and says "oh oh-h-h..." This is incredibly amusing in his telling of it.

I can only assume that they eventually get the bull back into the pasture; perhaps with a broken headlight dangling from Daddy's dented pickup.

He loves to share his story with me, and I love to listen.

I've been invited to share some of my stories with you, in this new column titled LTD Storybrooke. I hope I can do this as well as my friend Dale, who brings his story to life every time he tells it.

Two weeks ago I described for you the place we call Storybrooke Farm. Last week I gave you a snapshot of who we are, here at Storybrooke. And this week, I'm defining the direction I hope to take with the column LTD Storybrooke.

I am very happy that my dear Aunty Dorothy has made it possible, through The Bulletin, for us to make this connection with friends and family, most of whom I've been out of contact with for a very long time. This has been very nice!

And special greetings from me to all of you.

As a contributor, I still feel as though I am a bit of an intruder here. But my efforts have been encouraged by the editors. They haven't fired me yet!

It's been my intent, for some time, to put together a collection of short "shorts" -- stories of some of my varied experiences in life. The Bulletin turns out to be an excellent venue to do this. It gives me a platform from which to work.

The Bulletin's founder and editor, my Aunt Dorothy, loves the English language and is happy to help me with my writing skills. And The Bulletin also has on board a tremendous resource for a publication of its size in Jerrianne Lowther. It is an unusual opportunity for a novice writer like myself to be able to work so closely with someone with Jerrianne's editorial talent and experience. This is a tremendous writing opportunity!

My cousin Shari's story awhile back, about us kids playing in Grandma Dake's bathtub, brought that event back to my mind. I'd long since forgotten it -- if I'd ever remembered it! It is now a special memory.

Doug's story about canoeing the St. Croix River made it very real that my view of the world was very different from the view of the "kid" in the front seat of the canoe. But it also made clear that Doug and I are much more the same than we are different.

Tom Mellon's story about the dog "Sport" is a very special piece of family lore. I had never heard this story before, and my life is a little bit richer now that I have.

Beaver's story last week about cutting firewood also made a connection with me. I've been putting up firewood myself, a chore I enjoy.

In the coming weeks, I hope I can share with you a few stories that are as enjoyable and meaningful to you as yours have been to me. Our stories, when shared, are affirmations of who we are.

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The Bolivian Beat
By Kjirsten Swenson

Editor's Note: Kjirsten has returned to Bolivia for a second year of independent study in Morochata, prior to enrollment in medical school at Baylor University in Houston, in 2005. She spent several weeks trekking around Bolivia before returning to the hospital in Morochata.

Village, Cordillera Apolobamba
Mountain Village, Cordillera Apolobamba

Kjirsten Goes Backpacking

I am revived! Dinner last night at a classy Italian restaurant, a solid night's sleep in a real bed, and breakfeast of many tropical fruits from the market have made me feel human again. I find it hard to summarize the latest adventure... At times it was spectacular, painful, breathtaking, miserable, cold, beautiful, frustrating, and even delicious. I'll tell you about it.

Last week Wednesday, I traveled to Sorata, a beautiful town located a few thousand feet lower than the Altiplano somewhere between La Paz and Lake Titicaca. The town is a major climbing and trekking center because of its proximity to Illampu, a massive mountain that reaches around 21,000 feet above sea level. An association of guides and muleteers organizes trekking in the area, and their office was my first stop.

Though I had planned to do a one week trek that circuits the mountain, one section has been declared dangerous, due to repeated robberies by locals who know tourists carry camaras and cash. So I rethought my plans, and decided instead to do a more extensive trek that follows the circuit route for three days, and then continues to traverse Bolivia's magnificent Cordillera Real Range for another 6 days to reach Tuni, a village not terribly far from La Paz. Mom, Shane, Derek, and Jayna may remember seeing those mountains on the right-hand side of the road when we traveled from La Paz to Lake Titicaca.

We mapped out nine days of trekking. Each day I would pay my guide $12, plus $6 for a mule and muleteer. That evening we shopped for food, including fresh fruits and veggies, since the mule and not I would be carrying them. Such luxury! The next morning the journey began with a stiff hike out of warm Sorata to a camp site near a pass on one of Illampu's shoulders. We gained around 5,000 vertical feet that day, which placed us high above the Altiplano and well above the tree line. Most of the remaining trek remained at elevations between 14,000 and 16,500 feet above sea level.

That evening I met my guide, Octavio. A different guide and mule had led me to the first camp because Octavio was busy with a different group that morning. He turned out to be an acceptable but not particulary good guide. Though he knew the route and washed the dishes, by the end I realized he was underpaying the muleteers... and my Leatherman knife disappeared and I think it's in his pocket. He wasn't very interested in conversation, maybe because Aymara is his native language and my Spanish is better than his.

And so we walked, mostly in silence, over nearly 100 miles of magnificent passes and valleys. I didn't have a complete map of the region, but do know that in seven long days we climbed around eight passes, most of which were over 15,000 feet above sea level, and some of which approached 17,000 feet.

The first few days were foggy and alllowed me only glimpses of the peaks that I knew were towering above me. Fortunately, the cultural landscape was enough to make the walking worthwhile. We passed through tiny villages of stone houses with thatched roofs, scattered many a herd of llamas and alpacas, and met curious children those days. By day four, the weather had improved and I hiked in awe of the white mountains and glaciers that often surrounded us.

Each evening we reached camp by around 4:30, allowing just enough time to cook dinner and read or write for a few minutes before dark. Dinner was the always the same, but I never got sick of it. After tea and soup, we'd chop bell pepper, onion, carrot, and garlic and shell a few peas into a pot. After sautéing the veggies and then cooking them in a bit of water, the addition of tomato paste and tuna made a delicious sauce for pasta or rice. The altitude made cooking the rice and pasta a challenge... It was usually a rather pasty carbohydrate mush, but still yummy after many miles.

Even the low camp sites were high enough to be very, very cold at night. The icy air drove me to my sleeping bag by 6 most nights, where I'd read until it was too dark to see, a little before 7. And so I shivered and even slept until hearing the guide's kerosene stove heating water at dawn, usually not long after 6. Tea and oatmeal weren't enough to warm us, and I was usually numb until we began to walk.

By day six I felt truly weary for the first time... so many days of fast hiking with little rest were beginning to tire me. But now we were close! Speed meant we would arrive in two days fewer than planned, if we maintained our pace. And so we continued, reaching Tuni by midday on day seven.

Tuni is barely even a village, and transportation can be a problem. But we met a truck just as we approached, and the driver agreed to drive us part way to the La Paz highway. The rest of the afternoon was an interesting study in Bolivian perceptions of time and distance. In all, the hike to the highway that was described as 2 horas, 2 horas y un pocito más (2 hours and a little more), 5 horas, 3-1/2 horas and un poco lejos (a little far) by the five people I consulted, turned out to be a 10-mile hike that was not fun.

The mule had been sent home, so I carried my own pack and walked like one possessed... possessed by hallucinations of a shower and something cold to drink. The Altiplano sun was strong and the winds were nasty, and so I walked as fast as possible, short of running, and reached the road in around 3-1/2 hours.

Needless to say, I was exhausted and a little loopy... We were out of bread, so lunch had been three granola bars and some dried fruit. But like I said, the comforts of La Paz have renewed me. In all, it was a wonderful trip that I wouldn't hesitate to repeat, though with a different guide.

I do intend to return to Sorata to do the Illampu circuit and appreciate the views bad weather robbed me of during the first few days. Now I have no idea what I'll do next. The weather forcast for the next several days is a bit dismal. I'll make plans after talking to my family in Cochabamba to see if a planned trip to Santa Cruz next weekend is still a go. Today I'm enjoying La Paz while I wait for my stinky laundry to be washed.

Webshots photos look great! I changed just a couple of mistaken words. Don't buy me Argentina tickets, just send me your itinerary info. I may decide to travel overland from Bolivia to Buenos Aires, as I should have the time and I think it would cost $50 instead of $300. That way I'd get to visit a few places in between that interest me. But we will need to buy me Iguazu and Bariloche tickets, just one way to Bariloche. Wait on activating the visa... I'll know soon when I'll be passing through Cochabamba. If it's going to be more than a week, I'll call the office to see if it's arrived.


Kjirsten (with porter, left) hiking Cordillera Apolobamba

More of Kjirsten's trekking photos may be seen in her Webshots Bolivia Trekking album here:

Sent to us by Donna Johnson, Ashby, MN

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My "Workaday"
Story & Photos by Frans de Been
Oosterhout, The Netherlands

I live in the town of Oosterhout that's nearly 20 km from the Belgium border and a four hour drive from Paris. This town is located in the southwest of The Netherlands in the province of Noord-Brabant. I am a truck driver since 1975 and I still like to drive. And I like it to do with great joy.

Frans De Been (left) picks up his truck and a load of cargo for transport.

I started to get out of my bed at 0500 hours (5 a.m.) and go to my truck in a place named Dongen (a 15 minute drive). There I take my Volvo 340 HP and start to go to Rotterdam where I get my load, a sea container.

In the port of Rotterdam is a great activity of sea containers to a lot of addresses in Europe We have several ports that we use, so you have the "OLD" port that's the old Harbor of Rotterdam and there is the "NEW" port named Europoort. Here we have a brand new port where the boats are very close to the North Sea. How many containers they have put in stock I don't know, but I am sure it's a figure with a lot of zeros. Here are a few pictures from the road of the Europoort area.

Europoort area highway views from Frans's truck windows

Photo Editor's Note: Frans's trip to America is described in Bulletin 110 and in the Frans De Been Web Gallery. Now I understand why that story includes a picture of a nice, big red truck! Dorothy said Ary had told her that more tonnage came into Rotterdam than any other city in the world, but she didn't dream Frans did the hauling of some of that tonnage, or that his job would be so interesting. There's lots more to Frans's story and we'll plan to run more of it in another issue.
To be continued.

Memory Lane

More about Sport
Addendum to Tom Mellon's "Sport's Story"
Bulletin 122, October 10, 2004
by Aunt Diana (Mellon) Martin
Brook Park, MN

Had the new Bulletin waiting when we got home, and as always, so enjoyable ... and this time it was special for me, as there was a contribution from my very dear, first born nephew, Tom Mellon (Dan Mellon's older brother). What a treat! I loved the story he told about "Sport," the absolutely wonderful, and smartest, dog I have ever known. May I add my own part of the "Sport" story?


My mom and dad (Daisy and Everett Mellon) and I had lost our beloved Scottie, "Smokie," to a poisoning a short time before. One Saturday, in 1947, I believe, my dad took the car to get gas for a planned outing. While he was filling up, a family in a rather old and broken down car came in. The man asked the station operator if he might know of anyone who would want a very loving, smart, and well behaved dog, as they were moving, and couldn't take him. That caught my dad's attention, especially since everyone, including the man, was crying at the thought of giving up such a special "friend."

My dad, bless his heart, was such a softie ... when it came to dogs, especially ... that he just couldn't turn away. After a short conversation, and I believe a few dollars to help the folks fill their tank, "Sport" (a Water Spaniel) was in the back seat of my dad's car, head out the window, ears flying in the wind and happy as a lark.

My mother was the one who discovered that "Sport" loved Wheaties, as she did, and that was his special treat every day that he lived with us. There was an article done on him in the "Minneapolis Daily Times," submitted by our milk delivery company, telling how "Sport" would meet the milkman at the back door with his dish in his mouth, just waiting for the milk to go on his Wheaties! He was a celebrity!

We had a small neighborhood grocery store at the corner of our street, and we, also, would put a note under his collar and send him off to the store for us. And just like Tom and Dan's mom and dad had to do in Waverly, to keep "Sport" from fighting with the German Shepherd at the gas station across the street, we had to either put a box of Wheaties in his mouth, or promise he would get Wheaties on his return. It worked every time!

"Sport" once ran in front of me to keep me from stepping out in front of an oncoming car. I fell head over heels, over his back, spilling my grocery bag all over the street, but was saved from being hit by a car.

We finally had to find a new home for this sweet, dear, wonderful dog, not because of anything he did wrong, but because he loved all the neighborhood kids so much, and he was so large (to them) that he would scare the little kids at the school bus stop. He insisted on sitting right there with them ... and even got on the bus on a couple of occasions! So, for a short time, he went to live with our grandfather, Alonzo Mellon, and then on to Waverly, to live with Rolly, Marcella, Tom and Dan Mellon.

I just realized that I have no memory of what happened to "Sport." Tom or Dan ... could you fill us in? Our entire family was touched and enriched by this marvelous creature.

This and That
by Elaine Wold
Wahpeton, ND

Feeding The Birds

Now that the tending of flowers season is past, I have started the next season's enjoyment ... feeding birds!

It's so entertaining to sit near the window and watch the birds come to the feeder. Bird watching (or birding), all year round, is the largest spectator sport in America, I once read. It is popular in the Dakotas, because of the abundant wildlife in the wide open spaces, as well as a natural habitat for waterfowl.

Watching birds at the feeder is a lot like watching people. The sparrows fight and push at one another to get their space, knocking down some seeds to the ground as they push others birds away. The blue jay, is a fighter, and scares others away, yet his bright blue colors bring beauty to the snowscapes in the winter time.

Some birds are quick, acting nervous, while others are subdued, both in flights and at the feeding place. Of course, the squirrels get their share of feed, but their antics are interesting to watch, too. The cost of bird feeding is still cheap, compared to the enjoyment one gets from them.

Through my south windows, the branches of the ornamental apple trees almost touch the house now, and what a sight ... The black branches are covered with white snow and the bright red apples, which stay on all winter until they are eaten by the birds, make a pretty scene.

Many of the birds are sparrows, which are common, but like Abraham Lincoln once said, "God must have loved the common man, because he made so many of them" ... also could refer to sparrows. They are so busy, chirping away; they come in flocks and then away they all go!

The suet container attracts the downy and hairy woodpeckers; the nuthatches and chickadees are quick and light. There are some gray and some purple finches, siskins with their yellow feathers, the juncos, and redpolls, too. I noticed that the robins are still here, flocks of them in the yard yet.

If you haven't experienced watching nature in its simple forms, try feeding birds. Once you start, be sure to keep the feeders supplied, since they will need food once the ground is covered with snow. It's one of my favorite pastimes during the colder months.

Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of
Hetty Hooper

This Week's Birthdays:

November 2---Gert (Dake) Pettit
November 2---Brianna Susan Lehtola (3 years old)

Happy Birthday!

More November Birthdays:
November 7---Tom Mellon
November 10---Argyle Anderson
November 11---Allison Aydelotte (7 years old)
November 12---Patty (Anderson) Henderson
November 17---Zach Myron
November 17---Mark Johnson (12 years old)
November 19---Tyler Swenson
November 26---DeLoris Anderson
November 30---Aaron Stahlecker

November Anniversaries:
November 16---Argyle and Kathlyn (Johnson) Anderson (41 years)
 November 26---Ben Henderson and Heather Overby (next year!)

November Holidays & Observances
November 11---Veterans Day
November 25---Thanksgiving Day
Miss Hetty's Mailbox:

Dear Miss Hetty:

Eric says "Thanks!" for the birthday greetings from Miss Hetty and staff... What a cute card! He didn't have a big celebration -- just went out for lunch on his birthday and took a long Sunday afternoon nap!

Eric left early this morning to drive to Brookings where he'll be working this week. I don't have any big plans for the week, although if I'm ambitious enough, I'll work on our wedding scrapbook. It's been almost two years since we were married, so it's about time I finish it up!

Guess I don't have much news... Thanks again for your thoughtfulness!

Melanie (Anderson) Shockey
Oakdale, MN

Miss Hetty Says

Well, there wasn't a whole lot of progress on the archives this week, but Bulletin 67 with Patty Anderson's amazing cat story is now on line. There were a few editions to the LTD Storybrooke collection and The Family Cookbook recipes pages, as well.

The editors are loving all the positive feedback, but they say they need to hear about it if there are problems, too. Are the bigger issues with lots of pictures giving you and your computer fits? Are we telling you much more than you ever wanted to know? Is your e-mailed Bulletin arriving in a jumble of attachments that doesn't make sense to you? (If so, you may want to adjust your e-mail settings to allow photos to arrive "in line" or click the link at the top to read The Bulletin on the web with a browser.)

Trust me, if The Bulletin stops working for you, the readers, the editors really do want to know. (Now don't ask me how they expect you to get this message if The Bulletin isn't coming through!) The editor's e-mail address is

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


I did get that AWESOME Bulletin! It was such good reading, I absolutely relished and enjoyed every contribution! Larry makes me laugh! Keep up the great work, Mom and Jerrianne. A big thanks to Jerrianne for all her work on the wonderful archives. That is a super addition!

Donna (Anderson) Johnson
Ashby, MN

We are back from our trip to Michigan ... safe and sound. What a visual treat. We have only seen fall color like that once ... in Indiana on one of our trips. Red, gold, yellow, plum color, for as far as the eye could see ... and so vibrant, it almost took the breath away!

We had to be part of a police escort across the Mackinac bridge in Michigan, because of high winds and blowing SNOW AND RAIN! Yes, I said SNOW! It was short lived, but nasty, along with the 40 mile an hour winds. Quite an experience.

Our continued prayers for Becky and Dave in their recovery process.

Diana (Mellon) Martin
Brook Park, MN

Thanks for The Bulletin. It gets more interesting all the time. You two must spend a lot of time putting it all together. You do a great job.

Mavis (Anderson) Morgan
Hope, ND

Really enjoyed all the stories, and nice to see the picture of the Johnson family too ... and others, of course. Nice to see folks and not just read about them. Keep up the good work ... There are some talented writers in the Dakes and Johnsons, I can surely see that.

Elaine (Anderson) Wold
Wahpeton, ND

We now have Internet at the house! We're really busy getting ready for our trip. We leave early in the morning tomorrow! I took some time out to put together a small collage for you to enjoy. Maybe you can even use it for The Bulletin! More soon,

Brianna Anderson-Jordet
St. Cloud, MN

Hi Everyone,

I just got this Bulletin no. 122. Sure was a good picture of Ginny and her big hat. This is the very best way of keeping up with the families and their families and moves. Larry Dake and his tar experience was just too good! Knowing Larry you could just SEE each step he made, more black marks.

All the writings were news. Duane would like the cousins for some year. I tell you he wouldn't "spare the horses" to make it one great time for everyone.

I sure enjoyed reading and rereading much of Bulletin 124. Steve and Larry had much interesting news. Fact they ALL did; was so much fun to catch up some.

I start my pre-op tomorrow, lasts about two hours, then my second heart procedure on Thursday at noon. May have to be in hospital two days this time. Too much heart problems the doctor said.

Many thanks for sending The Bulletin. I am sure I don't know ALL the time and work that goes into publishing just one. Thanks much, again.

Jim Miller
Bradenton, FL

Friday update from Jim's daughter, Shari (Miller) Schweiger, Bradenton, FL:

Dad had his second heart procedure yesterday. They added two more stents. He is doing wonderfully ... not happy about being confined to the hospital overnight ... but in great health. He will be home this morning.

I was reading The Bulletin and thought I had some extra time so I'd go back and read some of Beaver's works. I laughed so hard, particularly about the cat landing (2nd grade) and his name (kindergarten). I could just see a little boy throwing the cat and then acting like nothing had happened.

Plan on going back and trying to find some more articles, whether I know the correspondent or not. I thought it was very helpful to have a picture of Beaver's family (and who belongs to whom) so I could straighten that out. Beaver and his brother sure look alike (don't know about now, but in the picture) and his one sister sure looks like her mother. Anyway, just wanted to thank you for the chuckle.

Well I'm suppose to be working but have been busy reading... Will have to get some work done now so will pick up tomorrow where I left off. One thing I'd like to know is how did Miss Kitty pose for all those pictures? They are really some cute ones.

Bridget Larson
Alexandria, MN

Photo Editor's Note: Miss Kitty is camera shy but becomes more cooperative (sometimes!) if plied with shrimp and salmon kitty treats, not to mention patience and cunning ... and cuddling.

Thanks, Dorothy. We enjoy The Bulletin. How else could we feel acquainted with so many people?

Merna (Morgan) Hellevang
Fargo, ND

Did anybody see the eclipse of the moon last week? We missed it. Miss Jerrianne said it got started before the moon rose over the mountains. By the time she remembered to look, it was mostly over and it was so cloudy here that she could barely make out the moon's edges anyway. A likely story, I say! Sounds like "sour grapes" to me. I'm really sorry to have missed the show because it would have been my very first eclipse. Well, we'll be waiting for another chance in 2007.

Last night I was sleeping in my chair when I heard a kitten mewing over by Miss Jerrianne's computer. I woke up and raced over and jumped into her lap. On her computer screen was the cutest little black cat with white mittens -- just like Caity's new kitten, Midnight. I watched Miss Jerrianne tease her with the mouse pointer, running it over her chest so she would purr, and then she got her to meow, by running over her forehead with the pointer. Her tail curled up, too!

If the mouse pointer made a slow circle around the kitten's body, not only did her head and eyes follow the pointer, but toward the top, her paw reached up, and when it came near her paws at the bottom, her foot came out like she wanted to play with the mouse pointer. (Miss Jerrianne didn't hold the mouse down, just moved it around.) I wanted to reach out to play with the mouse pointer, too, but Miss Jerrianne said, "Just look, don't touch!"

If you have "Flash" installed on your computer, you can see the little black kitty, too!

Happy Hallowe'en!

Miss Kitty
Anchorage, AK


Actual Directions

1. Directions found on a bag of Fritos corn chips:
   "You could be a winner!!! No purchase neccessary!!! Details inside!"
   You think to yourself (Shoplifters' special)

2. On Tesco's Tiramisu Dessert (directions on bottom):
   "Do not turn upside down"
   (Too late)

3. On Marks & Spencer's Bread Pudding:
   "Product will be hot after heating"
   (Just as day follows night)

4. On most kinds of Christmas lights:
   "Indoor and outdoor uses ONLY"
   (As opposed to what?)

5. On Sainsbury's peanuts:
   (Talk about your news flash)

6. Found on an American Airlines Packet of peanuts:
   "Step One: Open packet. Step two: Eat nuts."
   You think to yourself (Step three: Fly Delta)

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