Photo © Jerrianne Lowther
"On Thin Ice," Polar Bear sculpted from snow on shrinking floe.

Updates -

Photos © Jerrianne Lowther
Snowflake: polar bear's icy bath, left; Viking ship ready to launch, right.
Click here to read why Anchorage's snow sculptors like cold, snowy, weather.

UPDATE -- EMS supper goes on, in spite of snowstorm
by Anita Weiland
Yankton, SD

Last evening was the ambulance supper for the holidays, and the man who was catering it comes from Haywarden, Iowa, which is about 100 miles away. They tried to call him to tell him about the severe weather we were having, but he had already left. He did make it, so we had our supper when he got here. It was only a few blocks from me so I could go.

He makes the best chicken and Iowa pork chops, company potatoes, etc. Everyone came in boots and good winter wear. All enjoyed the meal. The EMS association buys gifts for all and then they draw for some big prizes. They play games also, but I didn't stay for that. I got a Black and Decker two-mug coffee maker for my gift -- neat; I will have to try it.

Then they all put their names in a hat and someone drew a name for each of the big items. On the third call, they called my name and I got to pick one. One of the medics was first and he took the TV. The second one took a karaoke set up. They had other things left, but they had an outdoor grill, which I could certainly use. So that is what I chose.

It took three fellows to lift it to put in the van/sub. It will replace the old one of mine that I have had for many a moon; it needed replacing. I will have to wait to set it up, though. Now it will be fun to grill with a brand new one -- and now spring can come anytime!

So even down here in Yankton, South Dakota, we have some special times.

Photo © Betty Droel
After our first snowstorm...
(Click here to read a recent column by Nick Coleman about the Weatherball.)

UPDATE -- Sunday's blizzard, our first together
by Kristi Larson Indemark
Portage, WI

We have about 16 inches of snow and expect to get about five more by the end of today. Jim and I have just experienced our first blizzard together. Jim's parents live one block away from us so they came over and played games last night until the snow started coming down really hard. This morning the kids are begging to go outside and play in all the fresh snow. It is so beautiful out!

Photos © Kristi Indermark
Last night, with the wind and snow, left; snow up to the windows, right.

Photo © Kurt & Jeni Larson
Madilyn Mae Larson

FAMILY UPDATE -- Madi Mae's at home in Minnesota
by Jeni Larson
New Prague, MN

Madilyn Mae Larson arrived on January 30th at 1:48 a.m. She weighed 8 lbs., 2 oz., and was 19-1/2" long.

Madi was born five days past her due date. Those five days seemed like an eternity to us, as we anxiously awaited her arrival. Now she is 4-1/2 weeks old and it seems impossible that there was ever a time we were without her. She is such a blessing in our lives.

February was a hectic month for us and seems like a blur. With Kurt's enlistment in the U.S. Navy coming to an end, we decided that we'd like to reside closer to our family and friends back home, in Minnesota, where Kurt and I both were raised.

We brought Madi home from the hospital the afternoon of January 31st. In the two weeks that followed, we packed up our entire San Diego home and moved back to Minnesota. By February 18th, we were all settled into my mother and stepfather's home in New Prague, Minnesota, where we will be staying, temporarily.

We've gotten almost two feet of snow since we arrived here two weeks ago. We're beginning to question our decision to leave sunny San Diego to move back here! Only joking. It is so wonderful to be surrounded by family and friends. The price we pay is cold, snowy, weather. But a fair trade-off, I think.

Between the sleep deprivation that comes with being a new parent and the chaos of packing and moving, I feel as if I'm just starting to awaken from a dream. We are starting to settle into our routine now and things are starting to calm down a bit for us.

Kurt has been busy this past week, interviewing for potential jobs. Madilyn is doing well. She is starting to sleep a bit more now. She's what you'd call a "cat-napper" and has been known to sleep for 20 minutes, wake and eat for 10 minutes, sleep for 20 more ... and on and on like that.

As for me ... well, I just today found the time to sit down and write this update that I've been intending to write for more than four weeks now. I completely underestimated the amount of time and attention required by a new baby. However, I can't think of a better way to spend my time. What a joy and a blessing to be a new mother!

My intention is to write updates more often than every four weeks, from now on. I'll do my best! Hopefully, the next update will be a bit more coherent as I start to catch up on sleep. (No promises, though.) ;)

Photo © Kurt & Jeni Larson
Madi & Mommy ... a cat-nap together fills the bill.

UPDATE -- introducing a new subscriber: Barbara Floyd

It has been wonderful fun getting forwards of your publication from Julie Sandon here in Phoenix. We all live pretty close by each other and on Sundays and Wednesdays I meet with their family as well. And to think we grew up a couple of miles apart!

As I was mourning once again for my sister Marilyn on February 19th, three years from when she passed away, your publication came to me with her photo along with Virginia Peterson. They both looked so youthful and happy and it perked me up the rest of the day.

I can appreciate all your time and effort that goes into your publication because I have spent the last 18 years as a publisher. You can read my papers on-line for the three different states I publish for: (or /oregon or /washington). In my spare time, on the alternate months, I put out a 64-page magazine for antiques and collectible shops in Arizona called The Antique Register.

Sometimes, right around a hard deadline, I am ready to sell out and "retire" but don't think it is in my genes to sit still. Besides, it is good for the old rusty brain to keep it going as long as possible.

In between publications, I sometimes go to Eastern Washington to see kids and grandkids and I plan on going this Tuesday, for a week. Son Brook and Beth Floyd have two little girls, 3 and 6, and are in Tri-Cities, as well as daughter Bobbi-Jo Floyd and all four of my sister JoAnn's children, Peg Bunger, Connie Flippo, Dale and David Peterson.

In Walla Walla, I have daughter Brenda and Doug Swenson and four grandkids, ages 10-16. Daughter Barbra-Jean and Ralph Skalleberg live in Cumming, Georgia, and just presented me with my ninth grandchild, Olivia. Her sister is 10 and her brother is 9. So, between Washington, Arizona and Georgia, I don't get to go too many other places.

During the hot summer months, I do go to my cabin near Flagstaff and have loved the fact that my sister JoAnn and Ron Peterson are there in the summers, but that will stop after this year, when they will summer in Washington by their children, grandkids and great grandchildren who all live in that area. They winter in Lake Havasu.

Greetings to all of you folks who were so much a part of my growing up years. I was just the little sister to the big kids that have been appearing in some of your old photos. I remember being dumped off with Harold Weiland and given some change to get malted milks to get us out of the way. I was probably about 13-14. Just what every big sister wants to drag around with her.

I do remember ice skating over at Wahpeton Park with all the young folks and my brother, Jim Wheeler, driving the car with his ice skates on to go look for big pieces of cardboard behind Vertin's Furniture. We used the cardboard as sleds. Now I prefer the Arizona heat! Put me on your e-mail list, please. You do a great job!

Barbara (Wheeler) Floyd
Phoenix, AZ

Barbara (Wheeler) Floyd, in sunny Phoenix, Arizona.

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

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. Thanks to Ruth Weiland Swanson Kitto for sending last week's mystery picture.

How many can you identify?

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

What a shock to see the GUESS picture this time. I don't think I have ever seen that picture before. Vern and my sister, Ruth, Verlaine and my brother, Rich. I have to believe they were really that young. My sis was always so slim and trim, and I was always, well -- just forget it.

Compare Rich and Verlaine to the one in The Bulletin last time ... (smile).

Betty (Weiland) Droel
MoundsView, MN

Photo © Renee Martin
Rich & Verlaine Weiland

Your mystery photo this week was no mystery to me. They are my long time dear friends, Vern and Ruth Swanson and Verlaine and Rich Weiland. When I started teaching school in Minneapolis, Columbia Heights to be exact, I was in an apartment just kitty corner from Vern and Ruth. That was in 1961-62. We all ended up in Arizona, but miles apart across the desert, seeing each other at such things as Minnesota pot lucks, gospel meetings occasionally, convention and special meetings.

Barbara Floyd
Phoenix, AZ

Travelogue t

West Into Winter
A Pioneer Travelogue, Part 1 of 4
by Rich Johnson
Long Lake, MN

A long time ago a journey began, close to where the Minnesota River joined the Mississippi. An old man turned his team of horses and drove straight into winter, hauling his load to the west. He chose the northern route, which was more direct. Snow had come often that year, closing the mountain crossings farther south.

The route led past a few outposts, but mostly desolate land lay between him and the coast. One of these outposts was a town just across the Red River: Fargo, where wagon trains paused in their westward journeys. Just back a bit, at a smaller trail crossing, the old man had sat with some wonderful people over a pot of stew. They talked to him about his journey and wondered at his plans to attempt a crossing of this magnitude when the weather was turning sour. But the old man was determined.

Setting out after dark, he pressed on. The wind at his face blew hard all night and most of the next day. The temperature plummeted; the wind chill was bitter. Late in the night, he saw a lamp to his right and decided to bed down for the night. He followed the light off the trail, into the small, lighted office of the innkeeper.

The man walked slowly into the dim light, his bones creaking as he walked. He laid his card on the counter and made two requests: he wanted a clean, comfortable, room for six bucks, and he wanted warmth for his horses overnight.

The lady behind the counter said, "You can plug your truck into the light pole around back." Then she said, "Sign here, vehicle description here, and initial next to the charges."

"Pardon me?" the man said. "Do what, where?" He placed an "X" where she showed him, described as best he could his team of horses, and did not know what to do next to where she wrote "1/2 of a C note, 6 bucks."

When he awoke, it was already light. He stumbled into the cold to see about his team of horses. Would they be ready to go on? The thermometer stood at -26 degrees and a bitter wind whipped, making it feel like 50 below. He wondered if any sane person would make the mistake of turning a freshly shaven jaw into this kind of wind and live to tell about it. He found the whip he had stowed the night before, gave it a snap, and the team roared to life. His apprehension was for naught.

The team slipped on the trail and sought firm footing, pulling for all their worth the load that was placed on them. But their provisions were thin; a calculated risk would have to be taken. He determined that those meager provisions would have to be adequate; he hoped there would be enough to reach the next crossing.

As the cold trail disappeared behind, another trail came into view ahead; the old man went on. But when the time came to feed the horses, the provisions were frozen. Panic set in on the old man ... should he turn back? Or could he go on?

to be continued...

By Don Anderson
Alexandria, MN


Mindy is gone... She was put to sleep by the Vet. She had developed a tumor and it was best do it.

She was deaf and almost blind. She lived a good life, almost as much so as a lot of people.

We got her in Phoenix, Arizona, while we wintered there in 1991. While we were there I noticed a lady who walked through the park with this cute little dog on a leash. I commented on several of these occasions what a nice doggie she had.

Soon she come by one more time and she asked me if I wanted her. I said Yes. Of course I didn't confer with Dorothy and the lady brought her dog food and even threw in the collar and leash.

Now what? Will my wife accept this? If not, I had better be looking for an owner for her. Maybe I acted out of sympathy for the young lady, who said she was not able to care for her, because of her job.

I carried her into our 5th wheel travel trailer and said, "Look at the nice little dog we just got!"

Dorothy, much to my amazement, readily took to her and they became friends forever.

We named her Mindy. She became a real traveler and companion to both of us. She was always ready to ride in the car. I would say, "Mindy go car?" She was always eager to go and would run to the door and wait to get into the car. You only had to ask once.

When it was not possible for her to go along, I think she understood and remained calm; she was always at the door to meet us when we came home.

She heard noises before we did and when she barked we knew she was calling our attention. She once noticed a house fire across the street, and let us know by barking.

She was a friend to all our grandchildren (though with a couple of them it took a while for her to decide they could be her friend). Donna and Beaver adopted her in her last years. Beaver referred to her as "the cat that barks."

Mindy made friends easily and was good to small children. To my knowledge she never hurt anyone.

She will be dearly missed by many who befriended her. I will miss her greetings. As I would go to Donna's and Beaver's, right inside the door I would holler, "Hootsie," and she would be down to the door in no time flat. She knew my voice. (To date, I still cannot fool anybody; I guess I got a strange voice.) She did a chasing game to let us know she still knew who we were ... but home was at Beaver's, where all the activity was. As I said before, she had a good life!

Photo © Dorothy M. Anderson
Mindy & "Little Girl"
(Click here for a story: "Mindy's Friends.")

How To Play A Double-Neck Guitar
by Capt. Jack Adair
Coon Rapids, MN

Photo © "Capt." Jack Adair
Capt. Jack plays double-neck duet.

Maybe this will mean something to some younger Bulletin readers, but when I showed a picture of this guitar to a young friend, he said, "Oh! Just like Jimmy Page played." Oh? So who is Jimmy Page? "Played with Led Zeppelin." Oh? So who is Led Zep-a-whatever?

With a little research {Very little!} I found that was a British band of some renown in rock-n-roll, and I guess this Page guy was their lead guitarist. I also noted he never recorded with the double-neck, just used it on stage.

Read The Bulletin, get educated!

Today's feature from old Capt. Jack is how to play a double-neck guitar.

First you make sure you have a comfortable strap, the wider the better.

You'll note the lower neck has six strings, the upper has 12. First {Another first?} firmly grasp the six string neck with your left hand, wrapping your fingers around from one side, and your thumb from the other. Then you take a plastic pick in the other hand to strum over the strings. Then you grasp the 12-string neck with your other hand, wrapping your fingers around from one side, and your thumb from the other. Then you take a plastic pick in the other hand to strum over the strings.


Jess & Louise Cloyd
February 24, 1945

Sixty-two Years Ago
February 24, 2007
by Jess Cloyd
Hot Springs, SD

It was a beautiful, warm, Saturday evening in Springfield, Missouri, when we walked down the aisle to wedded bliss! Well, actually, the aisle was the sidewalk between the rental car and the little three-room house we had rented, a sort of "honeymoon cottage" across the tracks!

Best laid plans -- Fred Woods, our attendant, came out the door to announce that the Justice of the Peace was a "no show." Grabbing our cell phone quickly -- no, honest, I got back in the car and drove to the nearest pay phone! Sorry (not really) to interrupt the JP's dinner

"Oh, I forgot" (after a couple before-dinner drinks!) ... "be right there, good buddy; gonna cost ya ten smackers."

"Yes, I know!"

I was an Army Private First Class working as an X-ray technician at O'Reilly General Army Hospital and Louise was working in Civil Service at the same post. No one was playing Lohengrin's Grand Wedding March, no one to carry the bride's long, sweeping, bridal train (it was her shadow from the setting sun), no mothers weeping or dads sitting tightly on their billfolds, no flower girl to scatter petals along the path (the groom, himself, had pinned on the bride's gardenia corsage), but two very happy people making a lifetime commitment to each other.

Half an hour later we stood in the archway between the living room and bedroom and, with Fred and Dora Woods as our attendants, and Aunt Lillian and Martha Jo as guests, the law man said we are man and wife, soldier and bride -- whatever!

Fred, always the joker, went through time-consuming theatrics questioning his sanity in signing on the dotted line as witness to the union: "Jess, do you realize that never again do you question your wife's cooking? Anything, no matter how revolting, is better than your mother could make! Just remember that!"

So with the good politico declining a taste of wedding cake, it's off to the photographer's for the ONE wedding picture, black and white, beautifully colored by the touch-up artist of the day, and then a stop at McDonald's -- whoops! They weren't invented yet!

The six of us sat down to a pot roast dinner prepared by the bride (we'd never heard of wedding breakfasts then), having cajoled the local butcher for the best he could do with her few government-allotted meat coupons (there's a war on, you know!) followed by a two-tiered wedding cake set majestically between lighted candles in their genuine Woolsworth's glass candle holders!

Whatever that JP did or didn't do right (and whether he ever remembered being there!), it began a life story that has lasted and grown stronger for these 62 years. Whatever speed bumps we've encountered, and there have been a few, have only served to propel us along the way. And Fred's sage advice has served us well through the years. If I was ever threatened with the rolling pin, it was not for criticism of her cooking!

Honeymoon? Hey, this is wartime and you're on the job Monday morning. The "honeymoon" trip was six years later, with two kids in the back seat of a '49 Ford -- but that's another story!

Louise and Jess Cloyd

Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of
Hetty Hooper

This Week's Birthdays
March 6---Jerrianne Lowther
March 6---Gwen Stucker
Happy Birthday!

More March Birthdays
March 1---Betty Weiland Droel
March 2---Tom Miller (Doctor)
March 3---Donald Anderson

March 11---Kjirsten Swenson
March 12---Jolene Johnson
March 17---Ruth Weiland Kitto
March 18---Janie Anderson
March 21---Rachel Henderson
March 23---Capt. Jack Adair
March 23---Colette Huseby
March 28---Donna (Anderson) Johnson
March 30---Michael Steinhauer
March 30---Mason Taylor Henderson (one year)
March 31---Linda Knutson

March Anniversaries
March 3---Mike and Kelly Seaman (6 years)
March 3---Greg and Sonja Dake (1 year)

March 14---Brian and Melanie Birkholz Lehtola (5 years)
March 15---Dan and Gina Henderson (2 years)
March 22---Ken and Ruth Weiland Swanson Kitto (5 years)
March 26---Stanley and Janice Dake (37 years)
March 31---Frans and Rian de Been (29 years)

March Special Days
March 11---Daylight Saving Time Begins
March 17---St. Patrick's Day
March 20---First Day of Spring

Miss Hetty's Mailbox:

Photo © Marci Weiland
Krista Weiland helps Betty open a bottle of vanilla that Krista's grandparents, Rich and Verlaine Weiland, carried all the way from Mexico and California.

Dear Miss Hetty,

March 1st has always been a special day for me. This time it made turning 77 a bit more bearable. We had snow and snow and snow. So, this wonderful evening with family was going to have to be postponed, we feared; but they decided to brave the swirling wind and snow, and came, bringing everything for a Sloppy Joe and Birthday Cake supper.

We tried to make it fast so they could get home before it got worse. Steve and Marci gave me a mound of practical things I needed and can use. They also brought matching plates, napkins and helium balloons: plus a fresh bouquet of flowers. I have to admit I am the most spoiled sister, aunt and great aunt that I can think of.

So, Miss Hetty, you like to hear about things like this, and now it's Don's turn to tell us about his 80th birthday celebration, which will be Saturday, March 3rd.

Do you notice how much snow we had? The garbage can at the corner of the garage is almost totally buried in the one picture. A kind neighbor had our walk and steps shoveled out before he went to work this morning. I was worried when I woke up in the night about how I would ever move all that snow off the steps. Can you imagine how we felt to look out this morning to find it all done?

Betty Droel
MoundsView, MN

Photos © Betty Droel
Kind neighbor shoveled steps, left; trash can almost buried in snow, right.

Miss Hetty Says:

Our youngest subscriber, Madilyn Mae Larson, already has a paid up subscription. Here is Madi Mae's first letter to Miss Hetty ... and she's not even five weeks old! How's that for setting a good example? (Click on the little pictures to see enlargements with your browser.)

Hello everybody,

Well, I am already more than four weeks old, and life is good. I pretty much just sleep and get fed and cuddled. There's no shortage of people who want to spoil me, which works well for me, since I'm a little diva. My parents seem pretty cool, except they moved me to cold, snowy Minnesota from warm, sunny San Diego. That's not the way I would've done it, but no one asked me.

I was such a good girl on the plane. I slept the entire plane ride and I didn't even cry once! All the other passengers were "ooohing and ahhhing" over me, since I was only 17 days old.

A few days after we got here, we got hit with a snow storm. Here's a picture of the 12" we got last week. Then today we had another snow storm. We're supposed to have at least another foot of snow by tomorrow. All the schools in the area were closed today. I'll appreciate days like today a lot more in a few years, when I'm school-aged.

My Grandma Brenda and Grandpa Scott are letting me live with them here. They LOVE to spoil me, so I decided I may just never leave here. My grandma loves to cuddle me and sing silly songs to me. My grandpa loves to kiss my checks until they're raw.

It's pretty cold here, but I keep warm with lots of blankets and my "Baby Bear" hat.

My big sister, Sami, only lives about 15 minutes away, so I'll get to spend lots of time with her. She's going to teach me lots of things. She told my mom she'd babysit me sometime, but not until I'm potty trained. She is afraid to change poopy diapers.

My mom and dad change LOTS of poopy diapers. They don't seem to mind ... I don't know what Sami's afraid of!

When I'm not filling my diaper or eating (which is most of the time), I like to cuddle with my mommy and daddy.

Well, I better go for now. I'll write again soon when I have more to report. I have to go sit in my favorite bouncy seat for a while now.

Take Care,
Love, Madi Mae
New Prague, 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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Another Saturday already -- and there was the new Bulletin for this week! It makes my day, every time! Especially on a snowy, slippery, can't go anywhere day like today was. Thanks for your faithfulness in getting it together and encouraging all to share their lives. I sure enjoy reading about everyone and their families.

The pictures are always so fun ... the Foto-Funnies with clever captions, the pictures so you can put faces with names, places, and interests and the pictures of the seasons -- crocus today! Spring is coming. :-)

Thanks to all.

Barb Dewey
Ashby, MN

That was a beautiful picture of Betty and Roy, so glad they have had all those years together, 14 already, wow. That's wonderful, so to them I say -- please accept my best and hope you have more. Happy Anniversary.

I had to laugh out loud when Capt. Jack told about his burning the oatmeal and then burying it outside in the snow and his parents looking at it in the spring and wondering what in the world it was. What fun! Good to have more of his stories to read.

Anita Weiland
Yankton, SD

It sure was nice to learn more about the Weiland family. It seems our family was always close to them with Anita married to Harold (I have many fond memories of deer hunting with him.), Verlaine married to Rich (we went to meeting with her at Victor and Christine's and later at Edith and Gust's all my growing up years) and then Betty being in our home, especially her year with Marjorie when they were preaching (during a very influential time in my life).

Steve Miller
Coral Springs, FL

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

I just turned over page 29 of 29 pages (on my printer), and can hardly wait to express the thanks I feel to you editors for including all you did of my family and I assure you it brought warm memories to the surface. That was one of the very last pictures taken of Harold and Anita together, I think. Then Daisy Mae came to fill a little of the vacancy for Anita. I will keep that printed Bulletin safe in my treasures.

There was something about seeing Colette Huseby's story with pictures of her family that thrilled me. I suppose it was because of first knowing Colette as a cute, sweet, little girl herself, and now she is shown as the mother of Erik playing hockey and Ashley learning to skate. The ice skating rink isn't exactly the picture we have in our mind of Breezy Point, right?

I am trying to make a connection with Hellevangs and Nelsons. Do I know their parents -- or would it be grandparents? That's how I have to place people anymore -- usually, their grandparents. Whatever or whoever, we surely wish them a very happy future together, sealing it August 10th.

Caity's team must be winners, by the sound of it. What fun, and to be on the winning team would make for the happiest of lifelong memories. Beaver won't let her ease up on practice, so she'll only get better. He's already talking about shooting baskets all summer.

A disaster would make you very thankful for an inventory as Donna Mae mentioned. I looked at the site, and it seems very complete for recording your valuables for insurance.

We have laughed at the Chuckles feature, not realizing that you just might run out of them to run. That will be a challenge to find some that could have a clever caption, but we will try. So, Matriarch, your admonition to send in some photos should inspire us to search.

The Travelogue from the Netherlands by Frans de Been was so welcome for us right now. Can we even remember back when Crocuses were blooming here? It's been a long winter. Such a beautiful purple color, and that was in their garden, not the greenhouse!

Well, Capt. Jack. Just what kind of a guitar are you going to come up with next? You were right that you live in a guitar world -- now if The Bulletin only had sound.

What a flood of nostalgia to see the story of Donald and Twila's marriage. That was so interesting, and sounded just like Donald's matter of fact, no pretense, no frills, just the facts manner. I have a picture of their 25th, maybe it is, that should be along with this. Thanks, Jerrianne, for your endless hours of digging through mounds of valuable papers to come up with this story. We will expect chapter two pretty soon. Donald always mentioned his appreciation of tall girls like Twila was.

I see in the Celebrations section that Jerrianne is having a birthday March 6th. We cannot forget that! She is an important Photo Editor to all of us Bulletin family, and deserves to be remembered right along with our Editor, Dorothy.

Rich Johnson finally sent in a Miss Hetty or was it LTTE? We are so curious how it goes out there on Whidbey Island, Washington, all alone, without your family this time, Rich.

The Lemon Pie subject just goes on and on here, ha. I loved the honest confession of that 3-year-old, refusing to even taste the pie, and yet having to end up finding it was her favorite. Pretty humiliating, but worth it to enjoy it now. The picture of Suzanne trying to get her dad's attention fit in pretty well with the taste of the pie story. Larry looks pretty calm for having his ear jerked like that.

The Foto-Funnies took some time to create the man and the bee and the caption. I noticed the greens blended, and the yellow fit right in, too. I wonder if Benny was named after Bennie Johnson ... his great Grandpa? [He was. --Ed.] The cute little bee by McDouglas completed the picture. I love seeing how so many things are included.

I looked at the Quotation for the day to be sure I wasn't missing some message by the Photo Editor this time. I'm trying to think of what I might be good at doing (as the Quotation suggests).

It doesn't take long to read The Bulletin, but I know it takes all week and some nights to put it together. Please know your efforts are realized and appreciated by your ever increasing address list for The Bulletin, and especially by me!

Betty Droel


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