Sunday, March 25, 2007
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UPDATE -- a family wedding in Mexico
Hola! This past week we heard that again and again, accompanied by smiles and nods. Patty, Rachel, Dan, Gina and I just returned from a week in Mexico. Gina's sister, Leah was married there on March 14th, so we were lucky enough to join them for their special day.
The weather was great, the accommodations superb and the food in abundance! We stayed at a resort south of Cancun: Moon Palace. While there we golfed, swam, soaked up the sun and ate far too much! We even persuaded Patty to parasail with us ... which is amazing, since she has an aversion to heights!
We took a little day trip to Isla Mujeres where we snorkeled, played sand volleyball, shopped, and hiked around the island. We relaxed and had a good time, but as usual, it's always good to get back home!
UPDATE -- a week to remember
Sorry Leona and I haven't written in so long. To be honest, not a whole lot has been going on. For the longest time, life consisted pretty much of getting up, going to work, and coming back home.
Then there was the week we had a couple weeks ago. That one we'll remember for a long time.
It started on a tragic note. Our oldest cat, Casper, had to be put to sleep. He'd been sick for a while now, and it had gotten to the point where he couldn't even get to his food bowl anymore, so we figured it was time. It was very sad. He was our first pet and he will be missed.
The next day we went to look at a car and a few days later we ended up buying it. It's a 2002 Toyota Corolla. We bought it from a nice couple out in Oakdale. It's a smaller car than what we're used to, but it's fun to drive and should make a nice vehicle for going back and forth to work.
In the middle of that week we went house-hunting for the first time. Our Realtor had 10 places he wanted to show us, but it was the first one we fell in love with. That weekend we went to see it again and decided that it was where we wanted to spend the next stage of our lives together, so we made an offer and the seller accepted it. We close in two weeks!
It's a split-entry in the heart of Maple Grove. It needs a few touches, but it's in a great location. We can literally walk to almost anywhere we want to go to. There are nice parks and walking paths, and the house even has a small plot of yard to play in.
We're very excited to finally be moving out of our apartment. It's been nice living here, but it's time for something different. Since we'll have both our apartment and the house for at least a month, we're going to move in slowly. That way we can do the things we want done before we fill the place with furniture.
When we move in, I'll send another update with all of our new contact information.
Keep up the great work with The Bulletin! Even though my submissions have been sparse, I do enjoy reading it every week.
UPDATE -- girls' basketball, DeLaSalle Islanders
The DeLaSalle Islanders, coached by Brian Frye, went ALL the way to the championship at Target center in Minneapolis. They played the Becker Bulldogs (rather an odd name for girls' basketball). It was a nail biter all the way to the end.
The score was tied 14 times and was tied with less than a minute to go when one of the second string Becker girls got the ball and, with 1.9 seconds to go, dropped the bomb into the basket to make it 41-38 and win it for Becker. The teams were extremely well matched and played the same type of game. This was the first trip to the championship for both teams.
As a bit of history -- DeLaSalle High School is located on Nicollet Island in downtown Minneapolis, thus the Islanders name. Our dad's sheet metal shop was located just in front of DeLaSalle, so it hid the school for years, until the buildings were torn down and a new Nicollet Island bridge was built. The school was a boys' parochial school and now has been changed to co-ed.
There is a piece of our dad's handiwork still standing on the island in the form of a billboard. Most everyone who has ever gone over the Nicollet Island bridge from downtown to northeast Minneapolis has seen the Grain Belt Beer Bottlecap neon sign. Our dad helped weld it together. (He never drank their beer, though. :)
UPDATE -- weathering change
I guess it's time for an update from me. I haven't been e-mailing lately, as one of my chemos has caused me great pain and bleeding on my hands, making typing very difficult, so I decided to wait until it got better.
First of all, I am so terribly sorry to hear of all the difficulties Donna has endured lately, and so sorry to hear about her having to close her daycare! What a disappointment -- not only for her, but for her clients! My sincerest prayers go out to her!
About four or five weeks ago, I developed a protrusion on my abdomen, and saw the doctor; I had an unscheduled CAT scan and it has been determined that I have a new cancerous tumor growing in the colon. Surgery is not appropriate at this time, I think because the doctor wants to see if my current chemo might help it, first. It isn't always painful, but I frequently feel like I'm carrying a baseball around in there! Sometimes it causes difficulty in bending over.
I've been having problems with low blood-pressure, causing me to go off my blood pressure medications for a while, as I was having so many dizzy spells, along with the chemotherapy fatigue. At times, anyone not knowing me would have thought I was drinking or something!
I've also begun to experience more abdominal pain in the region of the liver, mostly, but it does radiate across to the other side. Unfortunately, none of the pain prescriptions I've been given work, and also all have caused vomiting, which the doctor isn't happy about, either. Tylenol, arthritis strength, has been the only pain reliever I've been able to use to help that. Always something!
My good news is that it looks like a go for the sale of my cabin, and we could actually close sometime next week. I'm waiting for final word, today, on that. A very sad and happy time for me around that ... at least I won't have to go to bed worrying about the cabin anymore. What a relief that will be, but I feel so sad that it has come to having to sell our beloved little home in the woods. I feel like I'm losing such a big part of Russell. I could never tell how much love and work he put into that little place.
The dogs are just so much fun, active and happy. We can't even imagine our lives without them!
I hope this finds one and all doing well and, in Donna's case, getting better by the day.
Day to Day R
A Bridal Shower For Jessy
Lori and Jolene had a bridal shower for Jessy (and Chris), this last Sunday. Marlene, Kim and Whitney helped Lori set up and clean up afterwards.
There was a good turnout, which made for a very lovely shower. Many traveled a good distance to attend, which Jessy and Chris appreciated. They certainly got many nice things!
I won two gifts; what's not to like? (Smile) One was a neck pillow, with matching throw, and the other was a vase of flowers. We also got to bring delicious salad and chicken croissants home. Yum.
The introduction to Heroic Stories states that the mission is to restore faith in humanity, one story at a time. This mission is why 39,500 people in 118 countries [are] reading Heroic Stories. "Begun in 1999, HeroicStories brings diverse, international voices to the world -- reminding us that people are good, that individuals and individual actions matter."
The Matriarch Speaks W
Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell
Words of wisdom from Amy Dake, who shared a birthday on March 28 with her granddaughter, Donna Mae Anderson Johnson. Wishing you sweet memories...
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.
How many can you identify?
The middle picture sure looks like my dear, sweet, friend Kathlyn (Johnson) Anderson. Someday soon I will send the story of how Kathlyn and I met ... and I am sure it will be interesting to see the intertwining of families that has resulted!
Shari (Miller) Larson
I haven't finished reading The Bulletin yet, but I'm sure the first "Guess picture" is Tom Morgan, my brother-in-law. And, just to confuse people, he's also my first cousin once removed!
And it was fun to see my new little relative, Holly Bryan. I'm related to her in a totally different way than Tom is!
The cute one in the center is Kathy, my wife, and the one on the right of her is her brother Richard Johnson.
Thanks for The Bulletin.
I was surprised to see that old "school picture" of me (Kathlyn Johnson Anderson) in the Guess photos. It was fun seeing our brother Richard Johnson while he still had his front teeth!
Kathlyn (Johnson) Anderson
That's definitely Kathy [Kathlyn Johnson Anderson] in the middle. Could that be her husband Argyle on the left? The one on the right looks like me [Richard Johnson] with front teeth. They were knocked out later that day, if I remember correctly.
Photo Editor's Note: Our busy mother always lamented that she hadn't gotten Richard dressed up for that photo, made by a traveling photographer who dropped in at the Ashby farm one day ... because just minutes after the photographer left, there was an accident that altered his sweet smile. Here's how our father, Donald B. Johnson, remembered it:
"Richard never knew what it was to have his two front teeth. The first time he lost them, he and Beaver were both standing on a kitchen chair, watching Twila cook. She was afraid some grease would spatter on them and told them to get down. Beaver tried to set Richard on the floor, but they both fell off the chair.
"Richard hooked his teeth on the bead of another one of the upholstered chairs. Twila only found one tooth and assumed he had swallowed the other one. He was sucking his thumb only a few minutes later, but he kept complaining about the hurting. On the second trip to the dentist, he X-rayed and found the other tooth -- driven up, out of sight, into his gum. After the dentist fished that one out, the hurting quit and he could suck his thumb better than ever.
"After his second teeth came in, he opened a steel gate so Beaver could drive a tractor through one night. He slipped on the ice and knocked the permanent ones so hard that he took a corner out of each of them. He never did know what it was to bite like other people when he was a kid."
The old man dropped the wagon in Seattle and ferried his horses across to Whidbey Island, to spend a week working on an assisted living project, prior to completing the journey to Northern California. The new owner of the mill wanted delivery on Saturday morning. When Friday night came, the moon had already risen high in the sky before the ferry crossing. The load was soon hooked up, supper eaten, and the horses fueled for travel.
Now it would have been good advice for the old man, who had just completed over 12 hours of work on Friday, to sleep a night before leaving on the journey. But with over 500 miles to travel, and less than 12 hours until delivery was due, the old man knew he would be driving those horses all night. So he drove on past the Tacoma crossing, which brought memories of his family and of days past, bedding down in the wagon train at this crossing.
This part of the journey was familiar, but there was need to stay alert. There was a very real possibility of snow on the passes that lay ahead, and a risk that even the cold breezes off the ocean would not keep the old man awake.
The next crossing ahead was Kelso, Washington. Perhaps you know this is where the old man had come during the storm of '07 -- to rescue his daughter, who had been riding on an "iron horse" when the storm hit. Timber fell across the tracks, closing them to travel until the timber fallers could clear the tracks -- only to have a subsequent mud slide close the tracks for good.
As the old man drove the horses over the wide, wide, Columbia River, the horses balked again; they were hoping never to cross another river with this load.
The next crossing was a ghost town called Portland. It may have been the hour of the night, but what a beauty it was! The lights shimmering off the river below seemed really pretty to the traveler.
He hardly knew when he crossed over the Oregon trail, or when the fog began to move in, but the fog was thick and spooky as the old man passed "Enchanted Forest." Daybreak brought a much needed respite from fog that plagued him and his horses the rest of the night.
Now they began to climb into the passes between the Coastal and the Cascade ranges, past the lumber mill at Roseburg, then the Canyon Creek Pass. Finally, they came to the Siskiyou Mountain Summit, over half way up spectacular Ashland Mountain. Here, the old man and his team encountered a smattering of snow, on this last rough land, before descending to the valley of Yreka, California.
Once over this mountain, the old man had finally reached California logging country! The new home for the old man's sawmill was close. The horses drew a sigh of relief; finally, they would be unhitched from their load. That moment arrived and they perked up like an old dog without his collar as that wagon was finally unloaded. A long trip was successfully completed. ON TIME!
Greetings from the Netherlands
by Ary Ommert, Jr.
Maassluis, The Netherlands
Last week we had spring in the Netherlands, much sunshine and high temperatures. That felt really good. Some trees are getting leaves and many bulbs are blooming. On Tuesday I went to see my sister; they are working on a new back garden. When I was there they were removing the fence and most of the trees and shrubs. It looked very empty and they hope all the work is done at the end of coming week.
I still don´t have my camera back, hope to have it back soon so I can send pictures of my new interior of my house and when I go to my sister's again some pictures of their new garden.
I see The Bulletin gets more readers every time; that must give you a good feeling. Do you still have snow in Minnesota? Perhaps we will have some snow or hail when I get up tomorrow.
Greetings from the Netherlands,
Ary Ommert, Jr.
Winter Vacation, Hawaiian Islands J
Second Stop: Maui
Maui, nestled between the islands of Molokai and Hawaii, was the most beautiful of the islands, overall. On our first day, we took a guided 53 mile driving tour to "Discover the Road to Hana." Now if you've never been to Maui, it is rumored there are more divorces after couples have chosen to make this trek on their own. Also, those who think they suffer from motion sickness will have no doubt by the time they complete the drive.
Around each of the 617 curves and 56 one-lane bridges, we saw breathtaking views of waterfalls, sand beaches, tropical forests, and beautiful trees topped with red and orange blossoms.
The next day we decided to drive the west side of the island, up to a lighthouse that showed on the map. We were told we could drive up to mile marker 16 and after that the road was one lane. We took a leisurely hour drive to Lipoa Point and soon past what we thought couldn't be mile marker 16 because it seemed way too close to marker 42. (How the crow flies is not equal to how the car drives!)
We made a sharp right corner, hugging the mountainside, and saw a beautiful view of the valley and a town below. Then we saw the road ... literally, one lane, at best, with mountain on one side and air on the other -- with a sharp cliff, to make it more interesting.
Charlie took one look at that and said, "I don't think so." At this point, he decided to back up the road, hugging the wall as he turned backwards around the corner and backed up to a close lookout. Luckily, there was no traffic coming our direction.
We met a couple later that said they got stuck on the hill coming up for 1-1/2 hours, because of two cars trying to get past each other.
Because we were flying out on Valentine's Day, we decided to take a dinner cruise after our driving "adrenaline rush." Well, the driving didn't come close to the whale watching. The humpback whales are, on average, 90,000 pounds. They eat 2,000 to 9,000 pounds of fish and krill each day, but only during the summer months while they are in Alaska. They travel to the islands, where they mate, give birth and feed their young during the winter months.
We enjoyed watching whales blow (breathing, with water vapor spouting when they exhale), tail and head slapping, and breaching -- where they propel themselves half to two thirds out of the water.
Generally, the whales travel in pods with a mother, calf and an escort. The male escorts position themselves between the pair and the boat. Later in the evening, the captain had to turn the engines off because a pod decided to get closer than the allowed 100 yards. While we were standing at the bow, a whale crossed directly under the front of the boat and crested as he was moving away. What an awesome sight!
... to be continued ... next stop: the island of Hawaii...
Celebrations & Observances
This Week's Birthdays
This Week's Anniversaries
More March Birthdays
More March Anniversaries
March Special Days
Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Here's a picture of our birthday celebration yesterday. Mom (Verona Burchill) turns 87 on the 31st, so we celebrated together. The Hills and Shockeys were also here, besides my brother and sister-in-law, Gary and Judy Burchill, and Elaine, DeLoris, and Meryl and Muriel.
We had a great time complete with birthday cake and ice cream, Old Country Loaf (Irish Soda Bread) and coffee.
Thank you SOOO very much for the lovely card! It was just precious! And OH! I appreciated it OHHH so much.
We are sending HUGS and A HUGE thank you to Marlene, Kimberly, Whitney and Mark for coming this last weekend, not only for a long awaited visit, but for all the work they did in helping us get our home in top condition for the coming spring. It looks MARVELOUS! Thanks, too, to Linda for helping. It was a super team and they did an outstanding job! Once more, thanks to all!
Becky, Caity and Jayce Chap
No pictures yet of our 5th anniversary. Thank you sooo much for remembering! What did we do? Just the two of us went to Olive Garden -- and just reminisced about the past five years -- many precious memories!
Ruth (Swanson-Weiland) & Ken Kitto
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?
+ LETTERS TO THE EDITORS?
Almost every week I feel a need to write and thank you for The Bulletin. Every one is special in some way. However, last week a couple events made me actually do this! I got a call from Uncle Jim Miller. It was so great talking to him and made even more special because we had received bits of information about each other via The Bulletin. I hope you and the others who work so hard on each publication understand how wonderful those little connections are.
Of course, I was also moved by the pictures of my grandkids. That always gives me a smile. We were at their house the day they were making "southern" style snow angels and oh what a mess when they got done! Static charges, bits of packing peanuts everywhere! Even Grandpa (Ernie) got to help clean up the mess. Jennie is a super mom and they have so much fun together.
A couple weeks ago they got to play on a table full of shaving cream. Recently, she also gave them pans of cornmeal to play in. That brought tears to my eyes because one of my earliest memories of Grandpa and Grandma Dake's house (Bill and Amy) was playing with Duane at the big tray of cornmeal in Grandma Dake's kitchen. What a great lady and what a fond memory!
I also enjoyed reading Judy's bio. Of course she has been an older cousin all my life, so none of it was actually new to me, but it was interesting reading it all in one concise bio.
Carolyn Miller Dake
For the first time in awhile, I actually had time to sit down and enjoy The Bulletin, word for word. What a nice read it was! Babies born, people traveling, and all of it covered with such loving intensity; it really is a wonderful thing you do. (All of you!) Keep up the good work!
Sure hope Donna is getting some relief. I can't imagine what pain like that would be like...
I enjoyed The Bulletin once again. I also see that we got credit for the great halibut dinner Jerrianne cooked! That's really not fair. Not everyone has a sister who cooks her own birthday dinner. It was lovely, and very tasty.
Kathlyn Johnson Anderson
I am thoroughly enjoying reading about Grandpa Donald (Johnson)! I hadn't checked back for a while, so I haven't made it through everything yet, but I'm getting there. I'm glad that I remember at least a little of my time with him; it makes the stories even more fun that way. As I'm reading it, I can certainly notice a lot of Grandpa in you, Dad. The way he tells a story is a lot like the way you do.
We should pull out some of the old slides again sometime. It'd be fun to see some of those old pictures again.
Thanks again, Jerrianne, for putting this up for us to read. I appreciate it!
I have been enjoying the Donald Johnson memoirs! I am just beginning, but find it very interesting. Thanks, Jerrianne, for letting us have a peek into your Dad's thoughts and memories!
I've been meaning to say thanks to Doug and Ginny for the laughs! I look forward to the Foto-funnies!
Thanks for The Bulletin! It was Warren Peterson, not Tabor, who recognized Don Spangler, but they are used to getting switched by now.
Editor's Note: Warren Peterson is Lorraine Tabor's brother and Warren Tabor is her brother-in-law. It seems we gave credit to the wrong Warren in our Letter to the Editors column last week. Sorry, Warren!
Our family sure enjoyed the brain teasers that Steve Miller submitted! I was working on this one and had 17 of them figured out when Brian joined me. He contributed two answers before losing patience and going on-line to figure out the ones in red. (Which would have been okay if he hadn't felt the need to blurt out the answers before I had a chance to figure them out for myself!)
Thanks to all of you who work so hard on The Bulletin week after week. A big thanks to all the contributers, too! I especially enjoy reading the recollections from generations past; the photographs and illustrations are also a favorite. It is truly amazing how many talented people there are in our extended families.
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
Only a Bulletin subscriber would understand. I was in the hospital after having had a bit of surgery to correct a problem, and it was Saturday morning. Well, you know what that means. Everything comes to a screeching halt so we can become immersed in the new Bulletin. Beginning with the first crucial picture, which sets the mood (for me, anyway) for the whole Bulletin.
Well, here I was. No computer, and feeling very neglected and full of self pity to be missing out on this Saturday morning spectacular.
Rich and Verlaine Weiland, my brother and sister-in-law, walked in to visit. He handed me some stuff which I figured was hospital papers or some mail or something, and I took it half-heartedly. I turned it over to see what it was about, and can you believe my shock and surprise to behold a copy of The Bulletin?
He realized. He knew. And he kindly printed a copy and made a special trip up to bring it to me. You can not believe the happiness I felt. All over a 26-page Bulletin.
I still do not have enough of what it takes to write the review for that issue, but please know I read it thoroughly, and with great interest and appreciation for all it contained.
Now we have only one more day until The Bulletin #249 arrives, and I am home to get it. Right now, I look like this, but better days are bound to be ahead.
Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell
Levi questions UFO sightings along the Midwest Flyway.
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