Where did my snowman go?
Illustration © Virginia McCorkell

What is this all about?

There just has to be more going on than meets the eye in this photo ... and no, the editors don't know the answer, either ... though we have some guesses. Write a letter to the editors this week and tell us what you think this photo is about. We'll print the best answers next week.

Updates -

Happy New Year
From Southern California

The Harry (Jr.) Anderson Family
Back row: Harry Jr., Doris & Steve Anderson;
front row: Lisa & Lori Anderson, Keith Mason.

UPDATE -- a very special visit
by Doris Anderson
La Mirada, CA

Christmas 2005 brought a very special visitor to Southern California. Muriel Rodriguez flew from Fargo to California to visit with her son, Steve, for the holidays. She was only here for a few days, but she and Steve were able to come to our home for the afternoon and evening of the 23rd.

We spent the time visiting and catching up on news, not to mention Junior taking Muriel for a spin in his MG to the top of the hill in La Habra Heights, showing her where Lori's wedding was held in October.

It was a nice day, so we had supper on the patio in the evening -- tacos -- typical for Southern California. Lisa, Steven, Lori and Keith were also able to join us. We had several new digital cameras among us. Here is a nice picture of Muriel and Steve to capture the memory of the special time that we had. Hope you enjoy it, too.

Muriel & Steve Rodriguez

UPDATE -- Ken observes 50th birthday at Arrowwood
by Merna Hellevang
Fargo, ND

Ken Hellevang's 50th birthday was on Saturday, December 24, 2005. It was also during a four-day vacation he and his family were taking at the Arrowwood Resort at Alexandria, Minnesota, together with 17 other families, including his sister-in-law and her family, Char, Tim, Jessica, Zach and Ty Myron.

We arrived on Friday, December 23. Some skied at Andes Tower Hills that day. Most of the day Saturday was spent playing tennis, volleyball, basketball, enjoying the waterpark and visiting. Supper plans were a crockpot potluck scheduled to start at 5:30 in the Vigesaas' room (306).

Everyone assembled along the walls in the hallway outside the room. Ken was one of the last to arrive from the volleyball court, and as he turned the corner to the hallway to Room 306, a hat proclaiming "WHAT HILL?" was placed on his head and 80 people sang Happy Birthday.

We proceeded to fill our plates and bowls with delicious crockpot fare -- barbequed ribs, enchilada casserole, wild rice soup, taco soup, etc. -- and went to the tables that are poolside to eat. Two birthday cakes were on display there -- one chocolate and one white. Ken's niece, Jessica Myron, and her boyfriend, Jeff Gauderman, cut the cakes, which were served by Lindsay Hellevang and some of her friends.

Following the meal, we all moved into the Osakis banquet room, where Ken was treated to a singing telegram from Ethel and Lena, the Vigesaa sisters. Kim Swenson made the gift presentation: a grooming kit for the 50-year-old man: a large metal file, a pruning clipper a grill scrubber for hand and foot care, and many other useful items.

Next on the agenda that evening was a slide show presentation on Shanghai, China, given by Steve Kloos. Steve and his wife, Sue, and their three children are moving from the Minneapolis area to Shanghai in January for a two-year deployment with his employer, General Electric.

For Sunday morning meeting some of us went to the home of Beverly Gulbrandson in Hoffman. She was hospitalized on the previous Friday and passed away the following Wednesday. She was a dear friend of many. Sunday noon found us at the Holiday Inn for their delicious buffet. Joining us at that time were Ryan's girlfriend, Jessica, and her parents (Merlin and Myrna Nelson) and two sisters (Sarah and Becca).

Back in the Osakis banquet room that evening, we watched a slide show of our weekend together, had a "white elephant" gift exchange, and enjoyed violin, piano and vocal music by the many gifted musicians among us.

Monday was departure day from the Arrowwood, with hopes of meeting there again next year. Ken, Merna, Ryan, Brandon and Lindsay had afternoon coffee, treats and a nice visit at our editor's home (Dorothy and Don's in Alexandria). We also got a tour of their wonderful new shop/ garage.

Happy New Year from the Hellevangs!

Ken with his birthday cakes and "Ethel & Lena."

by Diana Martin
Brook Park, MN

You asked for an update, and I had to chuckle a bit, because, life has drifted into a very predictable, quiet lifestyle ... "watching the grass grow" came to mind. I am praying for Coni and all of her family and loved ones at this very scary and exhausting time. God bless them all!

There have been some family situations going on that have kept me on the go, and distracted. My youngest daughter's fiancé, Greg Mason, had knee surgery in Waconia, several days before Christmas, and as so often happens, had some complications, both with blood pressure issues during surgery, and then with the knee, following surgery. That kept us on the run for several days, helping Julie get him to the doctor, ER, and just general care. I am happy to report that he is recovering well at this time, and hopefully, will be able to start his new job on Tuesday.

The first Christmas without Russ was much like walking on a waterbed. At times sad and melancholy, laced with fun and wonderful stories and remembrances of him and Christmases past. I truly believe the kids had a much harder time than I did, and frankly, I am very happy to be through the holidays.

I still have the cabin up for sale, but being winter and the holidays, have not had any lookers as of yet. I guess I would prefer not to have it sell now, until spring, as moving in winter is really a tough job. Except for a minor problem with my heating stove during the night a couple of weeks ago, I have had no major problems, here at home, and am so grateful that I insisted on learning everything I could about keeping this little place running smoothly, before I was forced to take care of it myself. I have a neighbor who plows, mows, and does maintenance jobs for me that are beyond my abilities to do, and for that I am so very grateful. I do pay him for his help, but he charges very little, does a great job, and makes it so much easier living here alone. God has smiled on me.

I have become very independent and much more fearless than before Russ passed, so something good has come from all of this sadness and loss. I almost never drove anymore, after moving up here, and now I drive all over, and am comfortable doing so. What a feeling of accomplishment when I first learned how to put gas in my car myself! haha... Little things like that ... Russ always kept me protected and always "did" for me, which was so loving and caring, but probably not the best for me, overall. Bless his heart.

Overall ... I am coping, learning and living the best I can. I have my two sweet little dogs, Honey and Pedro, that keep me busy and entertained and such good company. I would have been lost without them!

Ya ... we got the snow, also, and I began to feel like I was in Nome, Alaska, or something! Funny, now, but not so funny when it happened ... yesterday, I took my little dog, Honey, for what I thought was going to be a short walk up to the mailbox, but because my guy that plows the driveway had not yet arrived, and the county snowplow had already gone through, piling snow up past my knees at the end of the driveway, I put Honey on a retractable leash, trudged up the driveway, making a path for her with my feet, checked the mail, and promptly discovered that Honey was "missing."

Well, she is a terrier, and an explorer, and while I was distracted with the mail, she fell into the ditch next to our driveway! The only thing I could see was her head, nose, ears, and very, very scared eyes! I was scared to death, as I couldn't decide how to get her out ... so, thinking I knew exactly where I was standing, I stepped forward, hoping to put my arm around her middle to pick her up, and wham! I ended up in the ditch ... clear up to my waist in wet, heavy and very, very deep snow!

Well, there we were ... and I couldn't move my legs, and couldn't urge Honey to try to pull herself out, so ... I managed, by the grace of God, to grab the edge of my large trash can, chained to a tree, and with a huge pull managed to pull myself out, turn around and grab Honey, then trudged back up the driveway to the warmth and safety of home. Let me tell you ... home never looked so good, and Honey refused to go back outside until very late in the day!

I hope to do some "day" trips, come spring, and hope to visit you and Don, as well as Donna and Beaver come spring and summer. I really look forward to that.

I pray that the new year brings happiness and blessings to everyone in our family, and to the world. Happy New Year to all!

With love.......Diana

Rosalyn Weiland at 100.

In 1919 Mother came to Minneapolis to work from her farm home in southwestern Minnesota and met my dad, Henry Weiland, soon after. They were married, living in Minneapolis all their lives, so were known and loved.

They had an open home that had no boundries for hospitality and kindness. My dad died in 1951 from cholesterol complications. The last few years, Mother had lived in an assisted living residence, due to osteoporosis disability. She was so well, and we had a wonderful 100th birthday which was in Bulletin 162 in July.

She had an unfortunate fall December 23rd, which the tests showed were the result of a stroke and heart attack. She lived in the hospital only a matter of days, until she died on December 26th.

The funeral was Friday, the 30th of December. Lyle Schober and Jon Knockenmus officiated. A male quartet sang hymns Mother had chosen long ago for her funeral. It was all so very beautiful, and comforting. As we sat in the front row, we were aware of all the friends that were sitting behind us as a loving support, regardless of the snowstorm that made travel hazardous. Both Jon and Lyle mentioned Mother's life being a Mother in Israel to them both as they spent time in the home through the years. She was such a true example of Godliness and love.

Her obituary was not read at the funeral. Everyone knew her and our whole family. It is such a comfort knowing she is buried right beside my dad. No more lonely days.

Betty Weiland Droel
MoundsView, MN

Ruth Weiland Kitto, Betty Weiland Droel, Richard Weiland & Mother (Rosalyn Weiland).

UPDATE -- Introducing Curt Henderson
by Curt Henderson
Minnetrista, MN

I have read The Bulletin all these years and have posted information through the typing skills of my wife and children, but I guess I haven't formally introduced myself.

I'm Curt Henderson and am married to Patty who is the third daughter of Don and Dorothy. Patty has been putting up with me for almost 24 years. Boy how time flies when you're having fun!

To briefly summarize my life, I grew up on a farm in Glencoe, Minnesota, and graduated from the high school there. I farmed during and after high school for several years, trying my hand at crop farming, milking cows and raising hogs.

After I wisened up and quit farming, I attended a local vocational school, then NDSU in Fargo, North Dakota, and finally graduated from Logan College of Chiropractic in St. Louis, Missouri. After practicing in several states, we ended up back in Minnesota.

I am presently taking a hiatus from chiropractic and am part owner of a tool shop where we make plastic injection molds. We have about 10 employees.

Life has been extremely busy as our family has experienced recent weddings, graduations, new jobs, and moves. Patty and I have also recently built a new house and we're trying to get that finished up.

With our first grandchild on the way, the future promises busy but fun times ahead! (He is due in April and we think his name is Sammy but Ben and Heather will not say for sure!) I will include some pictures so you can see how old we are looking.

Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
Ashby, MN

Happy New Year!

We had a very pleasant New Year's Eve. Went into town with Donna Richards, to visit a couple that invited us last year, too. There were two other couples, one being Barb and Russ Dewey; the other couple brought his mother along. Judy and Wayne, our hosts, had one of their girls and husband stop in. The young husband is a police chief and he was great entertainment, funny stories about his job and the birth of their first baby. He gave us lots of laughs before they headed off to pick up their little guy.

Judy had so much food, we barely made a dent in it! We had all brought goodies along too, not that there was ANY need of more! Judy bakes and does many appetizers, so the sampling was was very yummy. Shortly after seeing the new year in, we headed back home ... was actually surprised I could even stay awake that long, being I'd been yawning for hours before hand! Guess the laughing woke me up. :-)

Photo Editor's Note: We are waiting patiently for Donna to learn how to download photos from her new camera and send them to The Bulletin.

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

We went to the visitation for Beverly Gulbrandson. It was well attended. She looked young and pretty with all the suffering lines wiped out... I did have short visits with her sons and the stepson that I know.

I spent most of the night with a stiff, sore neck, headache and burning legs so chose not to go for the funeral. Don had a flare up of his problems, too. So we are home and have it all warmed up and cozy in here.

I have a medical dispensary here today -- oh, no, not for me, but for my husband with the knee that decided to act up. He felt a "ting" in it while walking yesterday. It has continued to get more and more painful.

Now our chief cook is not able to be on duty. So I heat things in the microwave. They certainly don't hit the spot like his cooking, nor like my once upon a time cooking either. But we don't starve.

Example: Don learned he can eat a scrambled egg done in the microwave, after all. And we loved the warmed over chicken wild rice soup that just providentially was in the refrigerator -- it arrived when my friend Natalie brought her Grandma Annetta for a visit yesterday. We have lots of frozen dinners on hand -- maybe he will learn to eat them, too.

I was really pleased to be able to go down to the new garage (down the elevator, down the hall, to the door that opens off the hall, turn on the light, look behind the door where Don said all of our medical helps are) ... sure enough, there was a cane, ready for me to take it back up for Don to use to take some of the weight off his knee. I am hoping, for his sake and mine, that the recovery comes quickly.

I agree with Levi...

Illustration © Virginia McCorkell

Who Is This?

Let's Play a Guessing Game: Whenever it is handy to do so 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.
(Send us some to run; we will line them up in our staging area to take their turn.)

How many can you identify?

Answers to last week's mystery pictures (click here to review them):

OK, I'll take a stab at it ... maybe Ernie [Dake] and LeRoy and Vonnie [Dake]?

Donna Johnson
Ashby, MN

Great pictures! The first one is Ernie [Dake]. He still helps in the kitchen every night, though he hasn't cooked in all the years we have been married. It is nice having his help with the dishes and clean up work. I see a little of Ethan's smile in his grandpa's picture. The second picture is of two people very dear to my heart. LeRoy and Vonnie [Dake]. The "guess who" really hit the jackpot this week!

Carolyn Miller Dake
Duluth, GA

The young, attractive couple is LeRoy and Vonnie Dake sporting a Minnesota snowball! The young baker has me stumped!

Patty Henderson
Minnetrista, MN

I recognize that electric mixer and the cannisters on the shelf. Also the ceramic ornament on the wall might be familiar. I think it was of a black cat. I wouldn't remember my brother [Ernie Dake] at that age (I was younger), but I'm sure that's him mixing up some trouble with the hand mixer.

That couple, with what looks like a snowball, would be my mom and dad, LeRoy and Vonnie Dake. I think they are standing in front of Grandpa and Grandma Dake's house. (See that important out-building back there in the lilac bushes!)

[Larry T. Dake]
Brooks-Oklee, MN

I'll guess Ernie Dake on the left and I'm sure Uncle LeRoy and Aunt Vonnie on the right!

Carol Printz
Sidney, NE

LTD Storybrooke

On! Track
by Larry Dake

The ranch boss might arrive at any time.

This morning, the boss's wife said, on the two-way, that she'd be sending our mail over with him. He was planning on pulling his travel trailer over here, to sheep headquarters, to set it up for them to stay in during the busier days of the upcoming lambing season.

The sheep were to come down from the Steens Mountains sometime during the next week, and lambing would soon follow.

"We've never seen anyone get as much mail as you do!" the boss's wife had said.

We had only received our mail twice since we'd arrived on the ranch. Our location was too remote for U.S. Mail service, so our mail got passed along from one pickup truck to another, until eventually connections were made with someone coming to, or going by, sheep headquarters.

I kept looking down the driveway to see if anyone was driving in. It wasn't that I was anxiously waiting for the mail. But rather, I was hoping I'd be able to get this track back on the bulldozer before the boss arrived to skewer me for taking it upon myself to operate the bulldozer in the first place. I feared my sheep herding job was at stake.

And I hadn't even seen a sheep yet.

The track weighed hundreds of pounds, and the bulldozer weighed tons. There was little likelihood I'd be lifting it up in the air and shoving the track back onto its drive wheels. But I was going to try!

Shoveling frantically, I cleared away the loose dirt and rock from the downhill side of the bulldozer, to expose the drive wheel and the idlers. Though the track had derailed, the weight of the bulldozer still rested on it. I rounded up some wooden blocks, an iron pry bar, a 10-ton hydraulic jack, and a handyman jack.

After an hour of jacking and prying and blocking, I had made no headway. I needed help.

I roared down to our house with the pickup and explained my predicament to Sherry.

"I need you to come give me a hand," I said.

We raced back up to the bulldozer.

I said, "If you pry up right here ... while I rock the other track back-and-forth ... with that block there ... maybe?"

I turned the starter and the bulldozer roared to life. Sherry pried, I rocked it back-and-forth, and the block fell on the ground.

No luck.

But Sherry's analytical mind was engaged. "If we put the block under here instead, and the hydraulic jack in between there, then rotate this big gear that way, and the other track the other way ... while I pry up on this..."

My attempts hadn't worked, so I climbed back into the cab and followed her instructions.

"STOP!" she hollered. She moved the pry bar to a different spot. "OKAY ... MAKE THE BIG GEAR TURN LIKE THIS." She twirled her finger in a counterclockwise direction.

I complied.

We tried it this way -- and we tried it that way. Fearing we were just wasting precious time, I was getting impatient, when -- unbelievably -- the track clunked back into place. It instantly responded to the joystick.

Wow. She did it!

I very carefully eased the bulldozer down the embankment and onto the level pad. I shut the engine down and a huge flood of relief poured over me.

The sun was behind the hill. Five deer bounded out of our yard when we drove across the creek to our house.

Later that evening, the boss called on the two-way to say he wouldn't make it over today. "But," he said, "I'll be there first thing in the morning."

"Okay," I said.

"Thank you," he said.

"Oh ... by the way," I said, "the tracks on the bulldozer seem a little loose. Do you know how to tighten them?"

"Yes," he said. "There's a cylinder on each side that tensions the tracks. There's a grease fitting on the side of each cylinder. Just take a grease gun and pump grease into the cylinders until the tracks are tight."

"Okay. Will do," I said. "Thank you."

"Thank you," he parroted.

By "the first thing in the morning," I had the tracks nice and tight, and by the time the boss arrived -- the following afternoon, I'd put the finishing touches on the new feed alley pad.

I thought, "It looks really nice!"

In The Wake Of Hurricane Camille
By Beaver

We emerged from the storm shelters, gawking like a bunch of chickens let out of a dark coop into bright sunlight. Hurricane Camille was over. The streets were full of water and tree branches. The heavy iron fire escapes had been wrenched off our building, leaving ragged stubs of pipe protruding from the concrete. We had no idea of the devastation that awaited us in the surrounding area, or that more than 100 people had died in the storm.

Oceangoing ships and barges were aground where buildings had stood. Buildings that had weathered dozens of hurricanes were gone or damaged beyond repair. The beach that had looked so enticing when we came in on buses the day before looked like it had been bombed. Where there had been white sand covered with girls (and girls covered with white sand), there was nothing but debris.

On Keesler Air Base, the chow halls were the only buildings that were badly damaged. Our diet for several days consisted of C-Rations that had been packaged almost 20 years earlier for the troops in Korea. We wished they had been used up then, while they were still edible. Beans and franks went down pretty well. Canned eggs with lima beans were considered to be a poor alternative to starvation.

The water was contaminated, so we treated it with 10 drops of Clorox per gallon. Drunk warm, it was enough to make one gag, even if you pinched your nose to avoid the smell.

There was no electricity for several days, and no water for showers. The weather was hot and humid. Everything stank, especially us. Salt condensed from sweating feet turned our combat boots white. One of my fatigue shirts, thrown over a bedpost in the dark after a long day's work, grew a permanent ring of rust where it touched the metal.

For several days we were hauled about in trucks to help clean up. Most bridges were damaged, and Highway 90 along the coast was impassable. We spent many hours riding along back roads, sometimes working only a few hours at our destination before it was time to go home. We saw what remained of all the nearby towns -- Ocean Springs, Gulfport, Long Beach, Pass Christian, and Bay St. Louis. We hauled brush, shoveled mud, and helped in homeless shelters.

One day we carried furniture and appliances out of houses where the water level had reached eight feet. Footing was treacherous due to a coating of slimy mud. Upholstered chairs weighed 500 pounds. Beds weighed a thousand pounds. Sofas weighed a ton. Upright pianos were the same miserable beasts they always are, only now slippery. All day it was, "Too heavy for you-all? Get dat big Norwegian from Minnesota to help carry it."

That day was the beginning of a lifetime of back problems.

Travelogue t

Patty, Rachel & Curt Henderson, Big Sky ski area in Montana, 2006.

Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of
Hetty Hooper

This Week's Birthdays:
January 11---Brandon Harvey Lehtola (3 years old)
Happy Birthday!

More January Birthdays:
January 3---Brandon Hellevang
January 3---Virginia Dake McCorkell
January 4---Nathan Hill
January 4---Harry "Junior" Anderson
January 5---Jayce Michael Chap (7 years old)
January 5---Krista Rae Wieland (6 years old)

January 15---Shea Ashley Birkholz
January 19---Trevor Jayce Roberson (5 years old)
January 20---Lois Dake
January 22---Timothy Thomas Mellon
January 24--- Marloes deBeen
January 30---Whitney Anne Johnson

January Anniversaries
January 24---David "Beaver" and Donna Anderson Johnson (12 Years)

January Special Days
January 1---New Year's Day
January 16---Martin Luther King Day

Miss Hetty's Mailbox:

Thank you for the birthday wishes. I spent a relaxing day in Minot with Kjirsten, watching Aunika's hockey tournament. They won the tournament, so that was a thrill. We feasted at Applebee's and indulged by sharing our favorite dessert, a "Blondie."

Kjirsten returned to Texas on Saturday and started classes Tuesday. Derek's classes begin next Tuesday, so he's home for a few more days. He's pretty thrilled that he's been accepted at three law schools so far, so feels like he'll have some good choices.

The kids have a bunch of hockey games through February -- four this week -- so we keep pretty busy. I'm going to Los Angeles for market for the gift shop later this month, too. A weekend in Santa Barbara will be my reward for enduring another trip to market! Thanks again for the good wishes!

Mitzi Swenson
Dickinson, ND

Thank you for the comical card ... I laughed out loud! Belated cards are often the best! This one was worth the wait!

I guess this household isn't big on celebrating. My trip for the day was to see Dr. Miller to see if he could hush my complaining tail! I came home and spent a good share of the day in the recliner.

If you can picture this ... I put an ice pack behind me and kick the recliner back as far as it will possibly go. Being a La-Z-Boy, that means my feet are higher than my head ... then I plant my feet on the footrest so my knees are bent. Ahhh ... now add the laptop and I am a Happy Camper!

When Larry got home I decided to shoot for the stars. Since standing was off limits ... that meant no cooking, right? My tail said ... no sitting, either ... so eating out was a problem.

I concluded that one way I could get a celebration out of the deal was to send Larry to Target to get me a birthday cake. He loves white cake with white frosting.

I also suggested that he could pick up To-Go for supper at Chili's ... which is just across the parking lot from Target.

Much to my amazement, he set out for Target.

When he got back, he came in the door with a bag from Target and a small bag from Wendy's ... which is also across the parking lot from Target. Well, I didn't have to cook, so that was good!

In the bag from Target was the anticipated white cake with white frosting. There were red roses on the cake ... red being his favorite color. So I got both cake and red roses for my birthday.

But wait ... there is more ... in the bag from Target there was also a large container of Metamucil.

A gift from my thoughtful husband.

He also gave me a card that he made ... it said:

What do you give someone who has everything?
A Dumpster.

Direct quote from The Reader's Digest, I do believe....

He is always telling me I have one of everything ... close to true ... if I really want it, I have it! It does seem that as the years go by my wants are less and less, though.

Ginny (with a big grin) McCorkell
Blaine, MN

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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I was just looking the last issue over ... Wow ... that was quite the issue! 
Great to see the Texas cousins! 
Loved the picture of the Deweys!   
Coni is such a beautiful lady ... sorry to hear that she is faced with such a stressful situation!
I was surprised to see my New Year's greeting ... I was pretty sure all of that Barbie Doll Pink would get it eliminated from the running...
LTD sure knows how to set the world on edge...
Ginny McCorkell
Blaine, MN

Thanks for the nice e-mail card you sent me. Glad you liked the home-made card again. My aunt made it. I have been sick between Christmas and New Year. Had a severe flu with high fever and didn't feel good. Now almost everything is over and will go to work tomorrow.

Nice article in The Bulletin about the extra space you have for the car in the basement of the building. Easy to park and load and unload things there. It looks great. It's always fun to read The Bulletin every week.

Do my best to send something for The Bulletin.

Greetings from the Netherlands,

Ary Ommert Jr.
Maassluis, The Netherlands

I really enjoy reading The Bulletin every week and want to thank you for all the time you and Jerrianne spend putting it together. I would never have known about the deaths of Rosalyn Weiland and Beverly Gulbrandson without The Bulletin. They were both very special people and meant a lot to Mom and Dad.

Happy New Year!

Mitzi Swenson
Dickinson, ND

I printed The Bulletin, laid it on the table for Roy to read as usual, and then I headed over to Mother's assisted living apartment to meet my brother Rich and sister Ruth, and some kind, willing friends to clear it out, wall to wall.

A big job, but we just took it all to a storage unit, and will deal with it later. We got it out on the last day of the month, so no rent added. My sister, Ruth, came home from Rich and Verlaine's with us, so she will be here today, and then this evening we want to go and write out the thank you cards together at Rich's, after going out for a meal together somewhere.

Just this minute, I took time to sit down with The Bulletin to read it. I quickly turned a few pages and see my precious mother's picture, also Beverly Gulbrandson's, another very fine lady .... thank you so so much for that tribute.

Actually, I could only scan it as Rich and Verlaine will be coming to take us to supper and then write out thank yous for the rest of this evening. We have mountains of cards to answer. My mother was a wonderful, loved woman for all her years, and most of the cards have used the word inspiration. She was that.

The write up you made of Mother was almost exactly what I had written just now to send you. I hadn't seen that when I wrote it, so like you say, Dorothy, we will just let Jerrianne decide what would be best to say and best to leave out.

When I first scanned The Bulletin, I saw Krista in it, and I was so pleasantly surprised. I guess I had forgotten about that, and you were kind to put both pictures in. Krista will have a "Barbie" party for her 6th birthday. Marci's side of the family will celebrate tomorrow afternoon, but we declined, as we had one for her earlier with Rich and Verlaine.

Hopefully, some sort of routine will be back eventually, and thank you for your patience and interest in my family, when really, The Bulletin is for yours.

Oh, the fireplace steaks at the farm brought back such vivid memories of our times in front of that fireplace having those steaks and sitting and talking into the night. I noticed a picture in a previous Bulletin of Beaver and part of that fireplace, and I stared a hole through it in longing memories.

Betty Weiland Droel
MoundsView, MN


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