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Photo © Ardis Quick
Beau & Stephanie Birkholz.

Update -- Beau Birkholz weds Stephanie Olson
by Ardis Quick
Roseville, MN

Beau and Stephanie exchanged vows on March 8, 2008. I could go on and on about how handsome the groom was and how beautiful Stephanie looked in her dress. Melanie and I had the same thoughts as we looked at our "babies" standing in the front of the church, waiting for the bride to come down the aisle, and realized they aren't babies anymore.

Anyone who attended the wedding is sure to comment on how cute Beau's youngest brother, Brandon, and sister, Brianna, looked coming down the aisle as ring bearer and flower girl. And we can't forget when they got to the front of the church and Brandon gave a short giggle and peeled up the two steps, past Beau, past the pastor and ran off the back of the stage with Beau in hot pursuit. Beau didn't know that the wedding rings he thought were on the pillow in Brandon's hand as he took off were actually safe in Best Man Travis's, pocket.

Congratulations to the new couple!

Photos © Ardis Quick
Shea Birkholz, Beau's sister, left, was one of the bridesmaids. Don't you just love those shoes? Beau & Travis Quick, Best Man and Beau's cousin, right. You can only guess at the conversation they were having.

Photo © Ardis Quick
Travis Quick signs the marriage certificate.

Photos © Amy Eckel
Only one candle was found in the house, but it was sufficient. Grandpa shared the cake with everybody but ate most of the frosting himself.

Update -- Capt. Jack celebrates 74th birthday
by Capt. Jack Adair
Coon Rapids, MN

March 23rd was cause for a little celebration. Ol' Capt. (Grandpa) Jack turned 74. "74! My goodness, already? It seems like only yesterday I was 73!" {It WAS only yesterday!} Oh, yeah.

It was nice having friends and most of the family gathered around. Unfortunately, daughter Jane and grandson Chase couldn't make it -- guitar-playing Chase had a "gig." But Amy and husband Ted came with the other four grandkids.

The day was so much fun, Grandpa decided to do it again next year. {Yeah, birthdays are great. The more you have, the longer you'll live.} Thanks for those words of wisdom, Rufus.

{Gee, not one picture or even a mention of guitars!} Well, there's more to life than just guitars. There's grandkids!

Photo © Amy Eckel
Pictured with Grandpa: Emily, front row: Ethan, Elana & Ember.

Photos © Amy Eckel
A balanced diet: birthday cake, ice cream & Spam. A gag gift of two cans of Spam was a surprise, as Grandpa didn't consider it a gag. Spam is one of his favorite meals.

Photo © Melody Printz
Wade Morgan Printz

Update -- introducing Wade Morgan Printz
by Melody Printz
Edgemont, SD

Wade is 8 now, and enjoying second grade. This year he had to get glasses, and surprisingly he's doing just fine with them! He was amazed to be able to see individual lights at night instead of just a "blurry glow"! He spent a little time worrying about what his friends would think, and then found out his worrying was for naught ... his friend confided in him that he goes home and sits as close to the TV as he can so he can get glasses, too!

Wade is very serious minded about a lot of things. The things that they teach at school, he takes very seriously. So, they teach a lot about recycling and he takes it to heart. Never mind that we have to drive 100 miles to the nearest recycling bin; he wants to be recycling!

Last fall I was in the kitchen when I heard him open up his book bag and exclaim, "Uh-Oh, there's something wet in my book bag..." Well, you have to know Wade to know that messes do NOT bother him, so if he was concerned, I was doubly so! Come to find out it was his not-quite-empty orange juice box from snack time that he had decided to recycle and use as a toy!

Wade's vocabulary is getting pretty grown-up in the sense that we don't get a lot of cute words like when he was little. However; he inadvertently made up a word for things that are huge and it has stuck: ginormous! He asks some entertaining questions that give good evidence of the churning wheels in his little head, like "Could a pro surfer ride a heat wave?"

For as fast and furious as Wade can run, jump, ride, etc., he can that quickly melt your heart with his love. He told me yesterday that his very favorite things to do are "convention, helping Dad, and just being with Mom." We often get letters and pictures from him telling us how much he loves us, which we treasure!

Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell; photo by Amy Holman
Larry McCorkell tries his hand at playing April Fool's pool.

Photos © Lori Ostendorf
McKenna with gifts, left, grandparents Shirley & Larry Ostendorf, right.

Update -- McKenna's first Easter
by Lori Chap Ostendorf
Rogers, MN

We had a very enjoyable Easter weekend ... McKenna's very first Easter! We started our weekend a bit early as both Shawn and I were able to work from home on Friday and our companies both had early releases. It was nice getting out of town at a decent time and having daylight traveling hours, especially since Friday turned into quite the snowy day!

Our first stop was to visit Grandpa Don and Grandma Dorothy Anderson in Alexandria. We picked up some Subway sandwiches for our dinner and were able to enjoy dinner and good conversation together. They were both amazed at McKenna's new crawling abilities as she had not been crawling the week prior when we had stopped by to visit. Just goes to show how much children really do change in such short amounts of time! She truly learns something new every day.

Grandpa was also nice enough to let us pull into their new underground parking area; it was nice to not have to get out in the snow at their apartment building! Thanks, Grandpa!

Our next and final stop for the day was the farm. We arrived around 7 o'clock and little Miss McKenna was in no rush to go to bed with all the new people around! We visited with Mom, Beaver, Chris, Becky, Caity and Jayce. It ended up being a late night as we waited for various others to arrive -- Weston and then surprise visitors Bec and Mike and their boys. I'm sure my mom will write more about that!

Saturday morning brought sunshine and okay temperatures -- but we had lots of snow from the previous day. Wyatt, Jolene and the girls arrived and also Ben and Ashley. We all worked at preparing our allotted dishes for the early Easter meal (we celebrate on Saturday every year), colored Easter eggs with the kids, filled the plastic Easter eggs for the Easter egg hunt and then the much anticipated Easter Egg Hunt for the kids!

Photos © Lori Ostendorf
Jayce Chap, left, & Rylie Johnson, right, coloring Easter Eggs.

We at first planned to just put eggs in the new shop and barn but since it was actually sunny and nice outside, we ended up hiding eggs outside as well. There were eggs EVERYWHERE! The kids had a great time! McKenna was napping during the Easter Egg hunt but I'm sure she'll enjoy it next year!

On Sunday, Shawn, McKenna and I headed to Sauk Centre to spend Easter Sunday with Shawn's family. We have been going to his Grandpa's nursing home the past few years so that his Grandpa is able to join us. They have a very nice "conference" room in the basement and they provide coffee and punch and some supplies. It was a very nice visit! McKenna thoroughly enjoyed picking out her various stuffed animals and other things from her Easter baskets!

An overall wonderful weekend filled with fun family time!

Photo © Lori Ostendorf
Buckets ready, children prepare for Easter egg hunt. Rylie Johnson, Colin McGuire, Hannah Finkelson, Cavan McGuire, Brooklynn Johnson, Vincent Finkelson, Jayce Chap, Kiernan McGuire; in back: Grant Finkelson holding Connor Finkelson & Caity Chap.

Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
Ashby, MN

Photo © Donna Johnson
Egg hiders Mike McGuire, Becky Chap, Bec McGuire, Lori Ostendorf, Shawn Ostendorf, Wyatt Johnson, Todd Finkelson, Beaver Johnson & Chris Chap.

Easter Weekend At The Ashby Farm

We loved having so many friends and family here this weekend! On Saturday, if my count was correct, there were 34 here at various times. Along with the wonderful visiting, came the delicious food and lots of chocolate! Several spent the entire weekend, so we all had a very lovely time together.

In spite of an additional six inches of snow from the previous day, our egg hunt was a great success. In fact, the eggs show up quite nicely in the snow, although I have to admit I do prefer the other dry years that we did not even need coats. Like other years, there are always some eggs that were not located, as Beaver has already found a couple. The kids really like the ones that come with quarters in them!

They also enjoyed the egg coloring, after Becky boiled the eggs and Weston got the colors ready. Lori has done it every other year, since Caity and Jayce were little, so turned it over to Becky and Weston this year.

Maybe next year we can have even more children join our group; you are welcome to join, just let us know you are coming! It's certainly been a change of hunters and hiders over the years, a tradition I enjoy watching!

Photos © Donna Johnson
Hunt begins, left; successful ending, right: Brit Finkelson carrying Camryn Johnson, along with Connor Finkelson and his mom, Joy Finkelson.

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. LeRoy Dake supplied last week's mystery picture.

How many can you identify?

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

Editors' Note: Correct guesses appear in bold face type and incorrect guesses in normal type ... generally in the order we receive them, so the first guess received is on top.

Thanks for renewing memories! That picture of Jane Miller, myself, Glenda (Huisman) Baker, and Carol (Hanson) Williams was taken at our first birthday celebration in 1945 behind my parents', George and Phoebe Huisman's, home in rural Atwater, Minnesota.

We three cousins were born at Litchfield, Minnesota, within a week of each other: Jane on March 26, Carol on March 30 and myself on April 1 -- and we were all in the hospital at the same time!

We rotated homes to celebrate in each year and continued this until 1967, our last year, when Jane was already in the work with Jennie Kooiman in the Bock, Minnesota, area and I was planning to be married in May. We have celebrated since, when scheduling allowed us to be together. When we were 10, we began to bake and decorate our own birthday cakes; then, when we were 15, we were all in Home Economics so we decided it was time to sew our own birthday dresses. My photo album of sequence pictures taken during the years revives some great memories.

Jane is presently in the work in Minnesota, though she has been in a few other states. Carol is married, lives and works at Willmar, Minnesota. I'm married and living in North Dakota, with two children and two grandchildren. I think it's safe to say, life has been good to us all.

Glenda (Huisman) Baker
Pingree, ND

Photo Editor's Note: I'll bet that photo album contains some treasures that would be enjoyed by other readers of The Bulletin!

This is a hard Guess picture. My best guess is that on the far right is Dorothy Dake Anderson and two of her cousins, taken in 1927.

Mavis Anderson Morgan
Estero, FL (soon to be Hope, ND)

The Mystery picture is just simply precious. What a darling little girl. She looks like a doll. The little girl next to her is almost her twin. The one on the right looks like from another family. I can see Bruce Larson in that end one. But there isn't a chance it could be him. I give up again.

Betty Weiland Droel
MoundsView, MN

Travelogue t

Photos © Kjirsten Swenson
Tabby kitten squints in bright sun, left; Kjirsten in blue courtyard, right.

Chefchaouen, continued
by Kjirsten Swenson
Houston, TX

I passed long afternoons sipping tea at an outdoor café on the central square of Chefchaouen, people watching and admiring the peaks looming behind the city.

One morning I tried to reach the top of the highest, and ascended well over 3,000 feet before concluding that the directions and distances in my guidebook were woefully inaccurate and that, having not packed a lunch, continuing my pursuit of the top would be too miserable a prospect.

Feeling more hunger than shame, I convinced myself to be content with the already spectacular views I had earned, and turned around in time to reach town for a late and very anticipated meal of lamb tagine with prunes and almonds.

To be continued ...

Photo © Kjirsten Swenson
Looking down on Chefchaouen from high on the mountainside...

$  A Long Time Ago   !

Photos © Jerrianne Lowther
Mic & Kyra Lowther, rain & fog, Georgia viewpoint, March 1973.

Appalachian Trail Trek: First Week
by Jerrianne Lowther
Anchorage, AK

During the first two weeks of our trek, we barely saw the sun. We lived in perpetually soggy raingear, and whenever we weren't able to find drafty, three-sided trail shelters with room for us, we camped in our tent. I had made our two-man backpacking tent from a kit; there was room inside for all three of us, but no room to spare. I also sewed our rain chaps and pack covers ... and our blue jeans with zippers above the knees that converted them to shorts on warmer days to come. Our boots, though carefully chosen and well broken in before we started, were hard on my feet. Blisters formed on the first steep climb; I hiked with blistered feet in damp boots for 500 miles.

"We walked all day in rain and blowing fog. Mountain summits wrapped in clouds offered no distant views, but Jerri pointed out things close by: stark trees and tiny flowers, rain-rippled puddles, two deer just visible in the fog, bounding off as we came near. The trail led around a mountain sometimes, instead of straight up and over (we cheered), but remaining climbs proved tough and steep as ever. Rain kept on. Leaves no longer crunched underfoot. We only heard soft sounds of rain falling on the forest. We met two other hikers. They rushed past in soaking wet clothes, hurrying to get home." --from Walking North, by Mic Lowther.

Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of
Hetty Hooper

This Week's Special Days
April 1---April Fools' Day

Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell; photo by Amy Holman
Lois Holman & Best Friend Forever.

This Week's Birthdays
March 30---Mason Henderson (2 years)
March 30---Michael Steinhauer
March 31---Linda Knutson
April 2---Duane Miller
April 2---Jess Cloyd
April 4---Meryl Hansey
April 4---Barb Dewey
April 5---Lorella Grob

This Week's Anniversaries
March 31---Frans and Rian de Been (30 years)

More April Birthdays
April 6---Dusty Meyers
April 9---Richard Johnson (from Oregon)
April 9---Dorothy Dake Anderson
April 10---Brenda Anderson Hill
April 10---Lisa Kae Anderson
April 10---Shawn Ostendorf
April 15---Melinda Miranowski
April 19---Levi Owen Steinhauer (3 years old)
April 23---Alyssa Lynn Freesemann (11 years old)
April 23---Miss Kitty (5 years old)
April 23---Mai Tai (1 year old)
April 25---Troy LaRon Freesemann
April 25---Mia Nelson
April 26---Heidi Johnson Henderson
April 27---Steve Rodriguez
April 27---Peggy McNeill
April 28---Justin Blackstone
April 29---Kelly Kay Larson Seaman
April 30---Kurtis James Larson

April Special Days
April 1---April Fools' Day

Miss Hetty's Mailbox:

Photo © Lori Ostendorf
Caity Chap colors eggs with nephew Kiernan McGuire.

Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell; photo by Jennie Horne
Princess Carrie Horne confirms her identity.

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've started making a habit of checking each week to see what you've been up to and look at all the pictures. I was still marveling at the moody blue buildings in Morocco when I scrolled down to the big surprise from the past. I knew it was an anniversary, but hadn't done the math to figure out that it was 35 years. Dad looks scruffier than I remember, but my expression and pose seem familiar. They are innocent on the surface, but the kid that will whoop any Boy Scout in a race for the last spot in the shelter is already there.

Kyra Lowther Carson
Mill Valley, CA

It's been a long time since I've sent anything in -- I better do an update so we don't lose our subscription! :) Thanks for all your hard work! We love every issue of The Bulletin and are always amazed at how awesome each and every issue is! I think I'll send you one of each kid, and you can use them however you want -- all at once or one a week for a while.

Melody Printz
Edgemont, SD

...I am extremely busy with school and work. (I started at the St. Cloud Veterans Administration in October.) But, there is a light at the end of the tunnel: I will be graduating in May. I will try to get an update off to you soon.

Melanie Lehtola
Howard Lake, MN

I know it's been awhile since we sent you an update. I hope to put a new one together for you soon. But until then, I know you run a lot of flower photos in The Bulletin, and I thought you might enjoy this photo we took this weekend. Keith and I spent Saturday afternoon at the San Diego Zoo. The park had these amazing purple flowers. I don't like bees, but I got close enough to get this shot. Hope you like it. Happy Easter!

Lori Anderson
Irvine, CA

Photo © Lori Anderson
Bee visits amazing purple flowers.

Today's mailbox story was great from beginning to end. But, it did bring up some needing to be forgotten memories of my own mailbox experience last year in Cummings, Georgia.

First of all, I was driving a rental car because the week prior my daughter's new Honda van had been totaled the first week she had it. Grandma was given the job of transporting kids to school and we forgot I was not named as a driver on the rental car. So, I guess the ending of this story could be worse. It was bad enough, however. But, given the fact that I have never had an accident and have driven many miles in 55 years, it was probably time.

Of course, when you do something really stupid at my age, your kids all see the day looming that they take the keys away from Grandma. Well, I did something really stupid. I blame it on the fact that they stick the mailboxes out into the streets on these narrow, unleveled roads with no curbs. Somehow the rental van just veered a bit close to one of these protruding mailboxes and I heard a strange noise.

Looking in the rearview mirror, I could see that a bit of damage had been sustained by a mailbox. So, concerned about the mailbox, it took awhile to see that my passenger side mirror was dangling in pieces and the van had suffered in various places that somehow just didn't seem possible for just taking a swipe at a protruding mailbox. I could not have been going terribly fast on this country road as I had just stopped across the street for a stop sign.

Well, to end this sad story, we went to the neighbor and they were most kind. I felt like a naughty child in tow. They said they would let me know how much it would cost to replace it. Actually, I think I did them a favor. They really did need a new one and got the same one for $110 at Home Depot, only it was not weathered. It was a neighborhood improvement, being they are the first mailbox you see (or hit) as you come down Strawberry Lane.

Next we went to the car rental and got me listed as a driver and replaced the vehicle with another.

Next time I did the school run, I went down the middle of this Georgia lane. Very slowly!

After some negotiation, I ended up with a bill for something like $1,600. I made them feel very compassionate because I told them I was on Social Security. They let me pay it in four payments and put it on my American Express card, so those were some expensive air miles!

Congratulations on your #300 Bulletin. I can relate. I am celebrating 20 years of publishing this year of The Country Register and 10 years for The Antique Register. I keep dreaming of the day I don't have four deadlines every two months. I diagnosed this as job burn out and a little old age creeping up.

Now my buzzer is buzzing and it is time to put my first six loaves of bread in the oven. If I want to get three batches out here in the next couple of hours, I'd best stay on task. Our prep crew for our convention in Arizona the first of May enjoys homemade bread, so thus my motivation!

Greetings from Arizona ... it will be in the mid-80s again today. Some of our winter visitors have been rethinking the dates when they return to the Midwest!

Barbara Floyd
Phoenix, AZ

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

Is there anything more startling than an unusual butterfly hovering over white desert flowers? Truly a first sign of Spring. Fun to see how artistic our photo editor is with the title being the color of the Butterfly. Every little thing you do is noticed and appreciated since we know how just under the wire you have to work to make it a complete Bulletin by the deadline. You never skimp on attention getting articles or pictures. Most are hand picked and thoughtfully placed on the pages.

We all love looking at pictures, and I wonder if that isn't one thing that makes The Bulletin what it is? Pictures. Big enough to really see them, and always labeled with details we would want to know. Can you tell how addicted I am to The Bulletin?

I noticed that butterflies are typical of new life, as was the Quotation of the day about "the rare beauty of new life."

Many years ago, in approximately 1960, I met Don and Dorothy Anderson. After they moved to Missouri, I kept in touch occasionally by e-mail, and Don would always be the one to do the writing. He said, "Dorothy was busy with The Bulletin," and so, in questioning, I learned about The Bulletin. I can hardly believe that I have been allowed to become a subscriber, and I want to do my part to keep it happening.

We will miss Harvey Stucker. The notice of his passing was the very first Update. When it's our own age group leaving us, one by one, it hits us with the reality of our turn being sooner than we think. He will be keenly missed.

Wasn't that an incredible picture of the bird in flight against the very blue background? I can't figure out how that was taken. Probably a telephoto lens? Quite impressive right after the notice about Harvey. Taken by Sharon (Jerrianne's very good friend) while they were together in California.

How interesting to have the pictures Tim and Char took on their trip. I loved seeing that resort in Mexico. Doug Syverson would be Dorothy's son. One of my best friends growing up was Dorothy Spangler Syverson. I have lost track now that she is in Montana. Her husband, Dean, has passed away and she lives across the street from Doug and Sheila ... I think. So, it was doubly nice to see this Update.

With all these referrals to Spring, we really weren't too thrilled to look out to yet another snowfall, as you mentioned, Elaine. But we went from almost green grass to a heavy snowfall overnight, and we just accept it like good Minnesotans. Your vegetable soup sounds so delicious. Perfect for our chilly days right now.

We are seeing Kira taking the place Levi has had for so long. What a precious picture, and it does look like she's singing. She has really grown, hasn't she?

Tabasco, what a beautiful cat, and what an unusual pose for a picture. I see Miss Kitty is keeping close track of the grandkittens. Thanks for telling us they will be one year old next week, Miss Kitty. We have to laugh at how Mai Tai is irking prim and proper Miss Kitty with his independence and "kid's play."

I wonder how this birthday party affair will go? No candles, hmmm ... seems to me a certain kitty got singed one time, if I remember correctly. I'd love to send you a can of whipped cream, but it probably would explode half way to Alaska.

To insert that photograph taken on Storybrooke farm about Spring was good thinking. Nice to see that yard, and Larry will know we are still anticipating the continuation of the story he's working on. The short item below that beautiful, green picture was by the Editor about all the snow they have in Alexandria. Leave it to Dorothy to find something positive, like the farmers being glad for the moisture.

Well, that restored mailbox story was very well written, and even had the pictures to prove it. How could you be so fortunate, Jerrianne, as to have someone crunch your mailbox that would make you an equal or better one?

The story had such graphic details that we could almost think we were there. I don't know who got rewarded the most: Jerrianne with a new mailbox, or Martha getting Kyra's cookies. It sounds like you may even have another pair of hands on your Pioneer Avenue project. All's well that ends well!

The Travelogue had the description of the Chefchaouen houses and their unusual colors. It looked a bit eerie by the blue pictures. So glad it's still to be continued. We are spoiled now, expecting such interesting trips that our subscribers share. That takes some work and editing and thought to keep this Morocco trip "alive" in our interest, as well as not being one bit overdone.

Well, I for one, was just thrilled to see a picture of Jerrianne's family. That trip of more than 2,000 miles on the Appalachian Trail was beyond comprehension. I definitely am planning to find that book Walking North somewhere.

Today at dinner at Steve and Marci Weiland's, Shalana and Krista showed us the gear they have ready for a summer hiking trip through the parks in Utah. I had never heard of Camelbak backpacks holding special water containers. I heartily admire the younger legs and ambitions to even attempt such trips.

The Spring Garden plant Lorraine Tabor sent me for my birthday is about all faded now. I measured it at its prime, and it was 36" high and 36" wide at the outside leaves. The tulips were six inches across when fully opened. So, it was fun to watch it change and grow every day since March 1st.

I wonder how long cute little Kylie McNeill would be that happy after she did leave with Gramma? It looks like she is saying goodby, though -- good job, Bitzi.

Oh, thank you, Editor, for jarring Weston's keyboard again. We love his stories, but this explanation is overwhelming to think of all his travels and business concerns. We have to accept his silence, just so he writes again as soon as possible. He's probably getting lots of inspirations along the way.

We also had dinner today with Hunter Holman's grandma and grandpa. They love seeing all the pictures and Chuckles and stories about their Hunter. It was turkey dinner with all the trimmings at the Steve Weiland's. Rich Weiland came alone as Verlaine is just recovering from Type A flu.

What a full and varied Bulletin again. Thank you for all the work in the background that makes it appear right on time and always so different.

Betty Droel


Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell;photo by Tim Holman
Jeff Holman pilots an all-terrain vehicle through the slop.

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