Sunday, April 1, 2007
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UPDATE -- busy, busy, busy!
Things are very busy here at our household! Nathan works 10-hour days, Monday-Saturday, painting Wil-Rich tillage equipment. Needless to say, his "honey-do" list keeps growing! Brenda works full time, teaching kindergarten in Wahpeton. We have a wonderful family daycare provider, Colleen. Her husband is semi-retired from teaching so he is home sometimes, as well. It is kind of like "grandpa and grandma for hire"!
With the coming of spring, the kids have been enjoying playing in the playhouse, slopping through the mud, flying kites, playing with the kitties, and "helping" Mom and Dad around the house and yard.
Jazmine went to preschool for seven days recently while the Breckenridge Home Economics class was studying preschool development. She loved it! She also had her 4-year-old screening last week, although she won't be able to start kindergarten for 1-1/2 more years. Jazmine has also been taking piano lessons from Grandma Janie for three months now.
Jonathan is a very busy little guy! He loves to help a grown-up work, whether that be making supper, fixing the snowblower, or hauling dirty laundry to the washer. Most toys aren't very interesting to him -- except Legos, balls, and balloons. Rocks, dirt, and mud also top his list of fun things! He also has a soft side, as he often holds Jaxon's hand (in the car seat next to his) as we drive along.
Jaxon is now 6 months old and growing like a weed! One word to describe Jaxon would be "happy." He seems to be very quick to smile, squeal, or laugh aloud. He knows how to roll both ways and is almost sitting on his own. He loves watching the other kids. We are anxiously awaiting his first tooth!
Until next time, Nathan, Brenda, Jazmine, Jonathan, and Jaxon
UPDATE -- Madilyn is two months old!
Madilyn is two months old now and is growing so fast. She is smiling more and more and has recently been discovering her voice and her hands. She makes some "cooing" sounds when she's talked to, and she tries desperately (and sometimes successfully) to get her hands into her mouth.
This past Monday we had a VERY warm spring day here, so she got to sport a summery outfit. But ... we are in Minnesota now, so that warm day was promptly followed by a few cool days of rain. (San Diego ... we miss you!) :(
UPDATE -- snowbirds return from Estero to Hope
Tom and I got to our daughter's place in Burnsville, Minnesota, about 5 p.m. Wednesday, driving from Estero [Florida].
We left Monday morning. We are moving faster then normal as we are trying to get to North Dakota for a funeral on Saturday. We did have very good travel weather.
We enjoyed a 4-hour stop in Alabama to see some friends. Our first night was in Birmingham, Alabama, and the second night was in Effingham, Illinois. We only had a little misty rain for a short while today.
UPDATE -- Morgans' return on schedule
On Thursday, Mavis and Tom Morgan were running right on schedule. They called from the city as they left Marlee's to say they would bring submarines and eat a late lunch with us. And that is what they did. Their next stop was to see Elaine and DeLoris in Wahpeton for a short visit in the afternoon.
After they left Wahpeton, they were headed for Fargo. They had two stops planned there. A visit to their daughter Merna Hellevang, and a trip to stock up on groceries as Tom said, "Our cupboard is bare!"
They planned to be home that night -- though maybe a bit on the late side!
Anyway ... Welcome home, Tom and Mavis!
Day to Day R
We enjoyed having Aunika Swenson and her aunt Kathlyn Johnson Anderson spend the night on Thursday; it's fun to get a visit with Kathy (Beaver's sister). Kathy was on her way to take Aunika to meet her uncle Jeff Swenson at the edge of The Cities Friday morning. They'd stopped and bought fruit and Aunika put it together, making a lovely fruit basket for us. Very nice!
Quiz For People Who Know Everything
This is a quiz for people who know everything! I found out in a hurry that I didn't. These are not trick questions, just straight questions with straight answers.
1. Name the one sport in which neither the spectators nor the participants know the score or the leader until the contest ends.
2. What famous North American landmark is constantly moving backward?
3. Of all vegetables, only two can live to produce on their own for several growing seasons. All other vegetables must be replanted every year. What are the only two perennial vegetables?
4. What fruit has its seeds on the outside?
5. In many liquor stores, you can buy pear brandy, with a real pear inside the bottle. The pear is whole and ripe, and the bottle is genuine; it hasn't been cut in any way. How did the pear get inside the bottle?
6. Only three words in standard English begin with the letters "dw" and they are all common words. Name two of them.
7. There are 14 punctuation marks in English grammar. Can you name at least half of them?
8. Name the only vegetable or fruit that is never sold frozen, canned, processed, cooked, or in any other form except fresh.
9. Name 6 or more things that you can wear on your feet beginning with the letter "S."
The Matriarch Speaks W
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?
I had to go back and check out Kathy's and Richard's pictures, as I didn't guess that's who they were. Cute!
I can only guess a few on this picture, from the top left in the back; Gloria Peterson, DeLoris Anderson, (skip the short one) and Virginia Peterson. Then all the way to the other side, my mother, Dorothy Anderson.
In the front I know the first two men on the right: Roger Slotten and Dad, Don Anderson.
Donna Anderson Johnson
This week's picture, in back: Gloria Jacobson, DeLoris Anderson, Joan Wheeler, Virginia Jacobson, Marilyn Wheeler, Doris Syverson, Dorothy Anderson; front: Don Spangler, Dean Syverson, Wally Slotten, Don Anderson, Roger Slotten.
I do know who the folks are on the picture: Gloria Jacobson, DeLoris Anderson, Joanne Wheeler, Virginia Jacobson, Marilyn Wheeler, Doris Severson, Dorothy Anderson; Don Spangler, Dean Severson, Wally Slotten, Donny Anderson, Roger Slotten.
This picture was taken at our folks' home. I don't know where I was; I think I was sick on this occasion. We shared so many good times back in the "good ole days."
Donna Jacobson Anderson
This time I knew all those folks in the GUESS picture. I won't take time or space to write out who they are, but they are dearest friends of my Good Old Days. Hope all were able to pick out Don and Dorothy Anderson.
Virginia, Marilyn, Dean and Roger are all gone now, and time is taking its toll on the rest of them.
... the rest of the story ...
How I Really Lost My Two Front Teeth -- Again
Dad's memory of the second time I knocked my teeth out isn't quite how it really happened, although it could reflect what he was told.
Beaver and I were doing chores that evening when I was 12 and Beaver was 16, and I did knock them out on a gate. There was a kid from town (Dennis Anderson, I think) visiting and helping Beaver pitch a wagon load of corn silage to the cattle. I don't remember what I was supposed to be doing, but the idea of sneaking up in the dark and firing a handful of sliced ear corn from the silage bunk at two teenage boys standing in a wagon load of ammunition was too much glory to resist.
The silage chopper tended to slice the ears of corn into disks that could be thrown with good speed but not very accurately. These spinning pieces of cob with the corn still attached could make an impression even through insulated coveralls, and an ominous whizzing noise if they missed.
The barnyard was lit by a light on a pole between the house and the barn, and two lights at the top of the silo. Parts of the barnyard were quite well lit while other areas were left nearly pitch dark. There was a silage pile that was retained on one side by a straw bale stack that was used up along with the silage through the winter months. Next to the straw stack in one of the pitch dark areas was a gate made of steel tubing with two barb wires running along the top of it. At that time of the year it had no particular use, so we left it in whatever position was least in the way for what we were doing at the time.
Having expended my ammunition in the general direction of Beaver and his friend, I fled toward cover of darkness and more corn cobs. The gate was hidden in the shadows and I forgot which way we had left it. My triumphant grin met the top tube of the gate at full speed, with the barbed wires stopping the rest of my head.
That gate was my nemesis more than once. Comanche, one of our ponies, managed to deposit me right on top of it once, leaving scars on my arm that are still there.
Winter Vacation, Hawaiian Islands J
Third Stop: Hawaii -- "The Big Island"
Hawaii is referred to as "The Big Island" by the locals. We wanted to call it the mainland but that is what the rest of the United States are called by the locals, as they remind us that Hawaii is also a state.
I wanted to go to Hawaii mainly to see a live volcano (more accurately, the lava). The Hawaii Volcanoes National Park's Kilauea Volcano is the only active volcano right now. The park has the lava tube, sulfur vents, and the Kilauea Caldera crater for tourists to visit.
The crater itself is very big and has a relatively smooth surface area. The floor of the crater has many areas that have sulfur venting. There is also a large crater within the volcano where we could see the yellow sulfur deposits.
With all the views we saw, we had to constantly remind ourselves that we were on a volcano. The terrain often hides the fact that there is lava below you.
We were about 110 miles from the volcano and it was close to 2-1/2 hours of driving. We didn't get an opportunity to see the Pu'u O'o active volcano vent or the Kalapana area on the coast. Roads were closed on several islands, including Hawaii, because an earthquake there dislodged a lot of rock that closed roads.
What trip to the islands can happen without attending at least one luau? We drove back to our motel after the visit to the volcano in time to enjoy the King Kamehameha's Island Breeze Luau. The entertainment was great and the food was very good. I still haven't quite gotten used to the poi (mashed taro) or the `uala (Hawaiian sweet potato). One surprise was that the locals use macaroni salad as a regular side dish, along with white rice.
We decided to drive to Hilo, after talking to a young couple we met at the motel. Hilo is north of the volcano and on the east coast. (It also has a coin operated laundromat, which came in very handy.) We found that most of the island's northern and eastern coasts have fewer beaches and more rough waters. The south and west tend to be more protected and end up with beautiful beaches. It also helps that several areas have reefs, both natural and man made, to help control the waves.
Our drive back from Hilo was across the island on what is called the Saddle Road. Now just because the map says driving on Saddle Road may be a violation of your rental car contract does not stop some individuals from driving it anyway. One lane each way, winding through the hills at 60 mph...
"Oh! Did that speed sign say 35 mph? My mistake." (Good thing there’s a law against spousal abuse.)
After a distance, we hit a newer, paved, section. Only problem was they paved only the middle half of the road. Now we were cruising down the middle of the road, to avoid all the bouncing on the old section. Luckily there wasn't a lot of traffic.
We drove Mauna Kea, which is the highest point in Hawaii, at 13,796 feet. The U.S. Army has a training area there called Pohakuloa. After we passed that, we were about 2/3 of the way across the island and on the downhill stretch ... in the clouds. One thing about driving a windy, one lane road in the clouds is you didn't have to worry about all the cliffs -- because you couldn't see more than 8-10 feet in front of the car. If it weren't for the little reflector things in the middle of the road to "guide" you as to where the road was, we'd still be up there.
After that trek, I had a better appreciation for the beautiful view of the clouds over the hills -- and me being down below, looking up.
... to be continued ... our final stop, before returning home, is to the island of O’ahu.
Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell
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Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Thanks to Miss Hetty and The Bulletin staff, for the very lovely greeting. One year more blessed is a great way to look at these larger numbers!
Donna Anderson Johnson
I couldn't believe my eyes when I looked out on our front yard, and here was the pointy hat and beady eyes himself. I suppose he decided he wouldn't get very far trying to bug Doug, so came to our home instead.
Well, I told him we were just too busy to listen to his tall tales about his travels, and besides, even if he tried to get all cleaned up and cute, he doesn't fool me.
So, please tell Doug that we haven't heard the last of him yet.
Miss Hetty Says:
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?
Last Saturday, I printed the page with the Irish Soda Bread recipe on it. It was just too delicious sounding! I am NOT a bread baker. I remember in my youth I loved anything connected with the word "bread" as much as I do now, and Lorraine (Slotten) Jacobson could bake bread. I admired her with all my heart.
So, here I am with this tantalizing recipe for Irish Soda Bread. I toyed with the idea of asking my good friends and niece and sister-in-law if they would want to try it, etc. ... so I could get a loaf. But, this morning, I decided it's now or never. It will soon be a next Saturday, and maybe more recipes, so here goes.
I measured out the ingredients. As I was pouring the salt into the measuring spoon I realized I was pouring it ONTO the spoon. First sign of not much experience. So, I turned the spoon over and it worked fine. Then to mix the eggs, etc., I used the Kitchen Aid mixer with the dough hook. Thought it would be just fine as I have heard it was excellent for making bread.
So, with this total chaos of a mess, Roy walked by and said, "WHAT are you doing?"
I smiled sheepishly, and admitted my desperation for Irish Soda Bread. He took his hand and brushed some flour that was headed for the floor back onto the cupboard. Then he walked away.
I tried to follow the directions perfectly, and finally it was in the oven. I took this picture of it baking so you can get the idea of the end result. It took a long time to finally get the kitchen back to its usual order, and I can hardly wait long enough for it to come out of the oven.
Stop in anytime -- we likely will have most of the two loaves left...
Photo Editor's Note: We got fooled. It all started when I asked what was meant by "Old Country Loaf" in Janie Anderson's story in Miss Hetty's column last week ... and it was described as a version of Irish Soda Bread. Nobody said it was "traditional" Irish Soda Bread, mind you, which is basically plain bread with baking soda used instead of yeast as a leavening agent. This week I checked Google and learned that bread containing butter, sugar, eggs and baking powder, is technically cake ... and if it contains raisins, a traditional name for the result is "Spotted Dog."
You can read all about it yourself if you click the link below. In the meantime, since it's too far from Alaska to Minnesota to drop in and help Betty finish off her "Old Country Loaves," I think I might try one with powdered buttermilk, since I can never think of any good use for the rest of the quart. However, I think I'll make just one loaf to try it. It sure does look and sound delicious!
Dorothy, I just love reading the paper every week. I read EVERY word. I feel like I am getting to know your family better. I always love to read what Betty (Weiland) Droel writes. She was such a dear friend from years back. I hope she is feeling better after her surgery.
Thanks for sharing your Bulletin with us ... both Chuck and I enjoy it so much.
Donna Jacobson Anderson
So now we have Rich's trip over...
I actually did think it was about himself, but the mill threw me ... as I did not know about that, so figured I was wrong. So, he had me guessing, but wondering, all the same. Now I just heard he did haul a mill out West ... so I am right after all.
I think he did a fun job describing his adventures. Oh, yes ... what's with this "old man" reference? That's the other thing that threw me, big time. He's NOT old, or what would that make me! :-)
Ardis's telling of the roads, curves and all brought back memories from our trip to Hawaii! I remember our driver seemed to speed up for each turn, instead of slowing down. Pretty well "freaked" me out! I recall being impressed with the black sand beach and seeing little shrimp swimming in the water nearby that area. Thanks for sharing, Ardis!
I have your newsletter in my "Favorites," so have read most of your Bulletins -- they are wonderful! There are most that I don't know, but I enjoy reading and seeing pictures of Beaver's siblings.
Do I need to subscribe if I want to write occasionally? I'm pretty computer illiterate, so let me know how I can respond to stories. Thanks!
Editor's Note: Donna, Your method of getting the paper is fine. If you want me to add you to a mailing list to receive The Bulletin as an e-mail, that can be done, too. Just let me know your preference.
To respond to stories, you write your comments just as you wrote the letter I just received. I edit and forward them to Jerrianne, who decides how to use them in our paper. We would enjoy hearing from you again. --Dorothy
(Donna Thoennes, mother of Wyatt, Weston and Ben Johnson, has been mentioned and pictured in The Bulletin on several occasions.)
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
I like to have The Bulletin in my hand as I write an LTTE to you. We wish we knew how to tell you how much we appreciate your efforts every single Saturday morning, beginning the previous Saturday, I'm sure. I have my Bulletin laying open to the recipe for the Irish Soda Bread. I got some buttermilk, and I definitely want to try that.
But, now I have a printed copy of The Bulletin before me. The first page and picture is about a bride to be. When you think back to former Bulletins, you can easily remember brides, and then weddings, and now little babies. The world keeps going round and round, and we love all the accounts of friends and family that are in this stage of life willing to share their loves and hopes.
I had heard from Charlie and Rosalie Erickson about the wedding in Mexico, so when I saw the pictures of it I was thrilled. It looked so elegant and eventful -- a setting for a beautiful, unforgettable wedding for the fortunate pair to have their many friends there, having made the trip to Mexico just for the occasion.
We drive a Toyota, so of course we thought Eric's choice was the best one. We were saddened to hear of their cat, Casper, that had to be put to sleep, but it was kindness. The new home in Maple Grove looks like it would be easy to feel at home in, and hope it won't take long for those "few touches" to be completed.
The Islanders losing by such a small margin was devastating, not only to the coach and the players, but also the spectators. Can hardly imagine the anxiety those last moments. Like Rich said, we have always had a soft spot for DeLaSalle High School, being it was on the Island, right behind where my dad's business was so many years. Also, like Rich said, we have always had this nostalgic feeling to see the Grain Belt Beer bottle cap neon sign that my dad helped fabricate at the bridge on the west end of the island. We fear it will go the way of "progress" one of these days, but so far, so good. My dad died in 1951 so most of the evidence of his work has long ago been replaced.
I am thinking of Jordan in about five years -- seeing her picture! She will love it, I think.
Thank you, Diana, for the update which we have been waiting for. It does not sound good at all, and you already know that you have a backing of many many people wishing you well. I was in Northtown shopping center parking lot the other day. Roy likes to be extra cautious as he drives -- and suddenly I said, "turn around," which he couldn't imagine why. By the time I gasped the reason, "because I think I just saw Diana and we can wave hello," it was almost too late. But we did catch that car, and I was embarrassed to walk up to this Oriental lady, asking if she was Diana ... and, of course, she wasn't. Oh dear, I am sure, Diana, at that moment you were glad not to be out of your chair.
Donna Mae, the neck pillow and throw that you won was truly a useful and welcome gift. What could have been a better prize for YOU. I have a neck pillow a dear friend made for me that is worn threadbare, so they can be addicting. She did make me a replacement for my birthday. You also got a matching throw which you would use constantly, as you recuperate. I was so glad to know you had gotten them. Hope you can enjoy them for years.
Dear Amy Dake. How I cherish the memories of times in their home. I can just hear her repeating these words in this lovely photo illustration by Virginia McCorkell: Enjoy memories of the past, Live in the present, and Look forward to the future. That could almost be the theme of The Bulletin.
The front tooth story made me cringe. How could that have happened twice? Such an uncanny experience to have just had his picture taken with those teeth, and then lose them.
That really is about the way it will be all too soon for Carrie Horne and Grandpa's computer. We older folks have to submit to allowing the younger ones to shine where the technology and electronic instruments are concerned. However, the old A B C's, and the Golden Rule, and 2 x 2 = 4 are pretty deeply imbedded in our old brains.
Now the Travelogue was in its final installment, so we know that Rich made it safely across the mountains to his destination of California. Clever of him to picture himself as an old weary traveler (which he likely was), and needed the creativity of writing this story to keep himself inspired and motivated as he traveled all alone. Anyway, he made it. ON TIME! I know all the places were actual places, but some I had never heard of that were on his "trail."
Suzanne feeding the gulls ... is that a recent picture?
I was thinking of Ary and our Netherlands friends the other day. The doorbell rang, and here was a package from Holland from our son Darrel and Johanna in Virginia. We opened it, full of curiosity, to find it was a get well wish of the most beautiful tulips, still in the bud stage, along with a lovely glass vase. In perfect condition. The instructions commented that it was direct from Holland so bypassed any commercial market. Surely a feeling of Spring.
Our Tulips can't compete with such a gorgeous Hibiscus as was pictured from Hawaii. We were glad to read about a trip we will never take, so we will settle for the breathtaking views in The Bulletin.
Mason Taylor celebrating a very first birthday? Could that be? I remember his picture as a newborn in a recent (I thought) Bulletin. Time is going by all too fast.
I have a second cousin, Pam, married to Mike Burchill. Also, I think it was a Burchill that was with Tom Morgan, Sr. when my dad heard the gospel in North Dakota. So, it was interesting to see the birthday girls, Verona and Janie.
How many wouldn't give a lot to have the view out their dinette window that Becky has. Far from a cement city. So very peaceful and quiet and calming. So near to loving family.
I always love reading anything about Carolyn's and Ernie's family. Of course they would have really been glad to see Judy Riesenberg's introduction, being cousins. I think I met all of them about the same time, in the early 60's.
Oh, Kathlyn -- I was so surprised to learn that Jerrianne made her own birthday halibut dinner. Well, I guess if we did come to Alaska (relax, we never will) it would be to have halibut with you both.
I hope everyone caught on to that being me wrapped up in my cozy blanket recuperating from a little corrective surgery I had last week; it looks like Miss Kitty, but it really is me.
Levi is growing! Looking so mature. He has lost his baby and little boy look already. He must be getting ready to be the big brother.
Henry Van Dyke knew what he was talking about when he said there was a difference between a first spring day and the first day of spring. We are seeing it this year, for sure.
Thank you again for all your work to produce another Bulletin for us. It covers all sides of all the subscribers, funny, informative, sad, and I'm sorry, but I run out of adjectives for this sentence.
Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell & Douglas Anderson; photo by Kimberly Johnson
Rich Johnson explains cheese machine to his mom and Whitney.
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