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Photo © Donna Johnson
1904 Fire Pump, Pembina, Minnesota, Fire Department.
(Scroll down to Day To Day for the Vining parade story.)

Updates -

Photo © Gertrude Pettit
Niagara Falls, Canadian viewpoint.

Update -- searching for our "roots"
by Gert Dake Pettit
Howard Lake, MN

The trip Ardis and I made to the eastern states this summer was great. We flew into Albany, New York, then Ardis rented a car and our fun began. The first thing we did was go into the Canadian side to see the great Niagara Falls. Grand! I call it!

The main reason for going to New York and Vermont was to find as many "resting places" as we could of our Dake ancestors. In the picture I am standing by the gravestones of my great, great, great, great grandparents, Joseph and Mahitable Dake.

The most interesting cemetery we visited was called The Dake Cemetery. To reach it, you have to walk about a quarter of a mile up a hilly, thickly wooded area. The stones are mostly tipped or laying on the ground. A Charles (Dake) Deake and his wife, Anna, and four married boys came to the Greenfield, New York, area in 1786. According to the stone, Charles died in 1803 and his wife, Anna, in 1828. There were about nine stones that you could read inscriptions on.

Photos © Ardis Quick, left & Gertrude Pettit, right
Gert, left, with the markers for my great, great, great, great grandparents, Joseph and Mahitable Dake, at Luce Hill Cemetery in Stowe, Vermont; tipped grave stones in Old Daketown Cemetery in a rural wooded area near Greenfield, New York, right.

The Historical Society feels that it was a private cemetery, and are not sure who owns it, as it is bordered by two landowners. Also in this area was Daketown School. The school closed in 1956. To get to the school, you drove down The Old Daketown Road.

Photos © Gertrude Pettit
Daketown school, Greenfield, New York, left; turn on Old Daketown Road, right.

We also visited Stowe, Vermont. This was a place I would recommend anyone to go visit. The area was beautiful, in a mountain setting. You could see the ski trails and many people bike riding. We did not see any "today" places, like Wal-Mart or Target. All the business shops had the outward looks of the old times. And we didn't see a lot of new homes. There were many VERY BIG older homes.

Our visit to South Mountain, Ontario, Canada, was really the best part of our trip. That is the part of Canada where our Grandpa Alonzo Mellon was born. Ward and Margaret Mellon (his father, Alex, and our Grandpa Mellon's dad, John, were brothers) had invited us to spend our Canada time with them. We were grateful for the nice time they showed us. We saw their two sons and one of their daughters. One day Freda Mellon (Freda was married to a Mellon) took us all out for dinner. She is 90, lives by herself, and arranges bus tours and sometimes goes along on the tours.

The part of Canada where they live I like very much, because it is farm land. Ward and Margaret were remembering about when Jim and Blanche were up to see them. And I am sure thankful for the daughter who asked me to go traveling with her so I could meet them, too.

Photos © Ardis Quick, left & Gertrude Pettit, right
Gert Dake Pettit, Freda (Loren) Mellon, Margaret and Ward Mellon. Ardis and I met these Mellon relatives in 2001 when I was invited to the Mellon Family Reunion at South Mountain, Ontario, Canada, left; Ardis Quick & Harold Mellon (one of the sons of the Ward Mellons), right. In 2002, Harold rode his motorcycle west across Canada and then came into the United States; on his way back east, he stopped and spent the night with Ardis and Charlie Quick.

One other thing that we got to do, that I wouldn't do by choice. The airplane out of New York had some mechanical difficulties, so we were late getting into Chicago, so they assigned us to first class seats going into Minneapolis. Always heard they were the best seats; other than a little extra leg room, and a free small bag of potato chips, I didn't see much difference, When I was asked if I would like a drink and I said a cup of coffee, they probably wondered.

Life is so busy, we seldom think about our relatives from the past that we never met, but if it wasn't for them we wouldn't be here.

Photos © Earl Stahlecker
Justin & Melody Printz with Callie, Amy & Wade, left; James Dake with Kathleen's dog, Taquito, right.

Update -- "Bill" Dake family visits to Texas
by Earl Stahlecker
Gatesville, TX

We have had a few out-of-state visitors in Central Texas recently, partly to see Lois Dake, and hopefully with some interest in seeing the rest of us. Carol (Dake) Printz was with us the middle part of July while Lois was staying with us and while we were relocating her to the nursing home. Carol's visit was thoroughly enjoyed by us all, although we probably became a quite dependent on her in helping us care for her mother.

Carol and Harold's son Justin Printz and family came to visit in August for a week. They spent some time with Grandma Dake (Lois) every day and were able to fit in some sightseeing and even a day at a local water park with a lot of cousins. Wade did not know he was related to so many people.

We were able to get James to fly here last week from Arizona. He spent time with his mother every day and spent quite a lot of time sleeping. He said he needed to catch up on lost sleep from working 10-12 hours every day the past several weeks on the ranch.

Photos © Earl Stahlecker
James Dake's tricycle with a Corvette 350, V-8 and Chevrolet Powerglide. James has added quite a lot of chrome and class to this.

Update -- Lois Dake
by Earl Stahlecker
Gatesville, TX

I do not know what information in reference to Lois Dake has been posted in The Bulletin so I will start back a ways. Lois has shared living residence with the Patricia (Dake) Meyer and the Kathleen (Dake) Stahlecker families the past several months.

This continued until July 17, 2008, when it was determined by herself (Lois) and the rest of the family that she would need to enter a nursing home, because she would not be able to take care of all her needs when everyone went back to work after school vacation and personal vacations.

She will receive mail at: Westview Manor, 414 Johnson Dr, Room 521, McGregor, TX 76657. Lois's general health has deteriorated fairly rapidly over the past few months and more so the last eight or 10 weeks. Her muscles have become really weak in all her limbs. She can walk with the aid of a person on each side of her.

She spends most of her time in bed, wheelchair, or a rocking chair. She requires help in eating because of the weakness and arthritis in her wrists. She has not had a very good appetite for quite a while. It is a battle to get her to eat sufficiently. Stanley and Janice live very close by and see her and help with her almost daily. Patricia and Kathleen stop to see and help her three or four days a week.

E-mail can be sent to us at and we will get it to her. We help her by reading the mail to her, as her thoughts cannot keep up to her reading. She enjoys very much hearing from all of you.

Photos © Earl Stahlecker
Lois Dake with James' son Jeremiah Dake, June 2007.

Photos © Brenda & Nathan Hill
Jazmine, first day of kindergarten, left; with Jaxon & Jonathan, right.

Update -- Jazmine goes to Kindergarten
by Brenda Anderson Hill
Dwight, ND

Nathan took Jazmine to her first day of kindergarten today! She has Mrs. Sedler for a teacher, two doors down from my classroom. Kindergarten is full-day, every day now. She was VERY excited to go to school! Nathan said she skipped down the sidewalk going into school.

They first dropped off things at her locker, went for breakfast in the lunchroom, and then came back to her classroom where she started her first assignment and got to use her new crayons! Jazmine came home very tired but excited to go back again tomorrow.

Photos © Jerrianne Lowther & Barbara Hedges
Barbara gets a riding lesson from Greg, left; Jerrianne at Ship Creek, right.

Update -- Anchorage Segway Tour
by Miss Kitty
Anchorage, AK

Miss Jerrianne has been longing to drive a Segway "human transporter" ever since it was invented ... which was in 2001, before I was born. Then, a couple of years ago, she learned that there were Segway Tours available right here in Anchorage in the summer -- but she couldn't find anyone who wanted to go along ... and who wants to go touring alone?

Problem solved! She found a friend, Miss Barbara, who thought it sounded like fun and off they went. They loved it. First they had to put on helmets and get driving lessons. Then they had to practice, zipping around the plaza next to the tour office at up to six miles per hour. And then they were off! They toured Town Square with the pretty gardens full of flowers. The tour guide adjusted their machines after a bit and let them drive at up to eight miles per hour. What fun!

So they zipped down the big hill to Ship Creek, where anglers were fishing for salmon. They threaded their way through the pedestrian gates across the railroad tracks and headed for the fish ladder. They had big silly grins and had to watch out that their ears didn't fall in. They took pictures to prove they had been there and done that. Then Greg adjusted their transporters again and they sped back up the long hill by another route at up to 12 miles per hour.

Off they went to visit the statue of Captain Cook -- and the most intrepid of them even scooted down the curving ramp and back up. They repaired to the courthouse parking lot and raced and chased and talked about how much fun it would be to take their kids on a Segway Tour. (As far as I know they didn't say anything about taking cats along.) Then Greg got all his ducks in a row and led them back to the tour office. Check one more item off the "bucket list" ... but that won't stop them from trying to figure out a good excuse to go Segwaying again. It was that fun!

Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
Ashby, MN

Photo © Donna Johnson
Beaver, second from left, marches with Ashby Color Guard.

Vining Parade

Vining, Minnesota: home of 68 people and one astronaut -- more than most of us can boast.

I went along with Beaver when he went to march in the Vining parade, so had to take a snap of their town sign as we walked by at an abnormally fast clip for me. We were running late and it was 10 minutes to parade time. I finally told Beaver to just take off ahead of me; I was starting to hurt from trying to walk that quickly.

Photos © Donna Johnson
Fred Hanson & Beaver Johnson, riding in style in Vining parade.

I made it to a shady location, set up my chair and sat back to enjoy the beginning of the parade. I ended up sitting between former owners of the Battle Lake bowling alley and an author (of one book printed thus far). We had lively, animated conversations and enjoyed our time together, as well as the parade.

Beaver decided to not only march with the color guard, but to ride in one of the old cars, along with another legion member. I almost missed getting their picture as they went by. So, that would be Beaver and Fred Hanson in the convertible.

I was surprised at what a wide assortment of entries they had, as I found it a much better parade than the Elbow Lake parade. I enjoyed the boys and girls doing basketball tricks, the old fire wagon, the water park entry (no picture) and many others, including the astronaut!

Even though I couldn't convince Caity and Jayce to come along, I enjoyed myself -- even got a couple pieces of candy from the author's daughter! What's a summer parade without a little candy?

I just wish we were able to attend the Alaska State Fair with Jerrianne. We've done that once and it was so memorable; it was like stepping back in time. Very enjoyable!

And, now summer is drawing to a close. We'll miss the Minnesota State Fair, by the sounds of it, so look forward to a report by someone, hopefully? And, school, right around the corner! The school clothes have been purchased and the bank broken getting school supplies ... ouch!

Lori said, "When McKenna gets to school, we'll probably have to rent the desk!" She could be right ... we are "renting" Caity's fancy calculator from the school for $40!

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

Photo illustration © Rachel Henderson
Rachel Henderson is taking a year of college in Quito, Ecuador. Her whole experience will be in Spanish. I am not sure of all of the details, but it has started...

Quito is beautiful. The weather is incredibly temperamental right now. Here's how Patricia, the daughter of my host parents, explains the typical day: it's very windy in the morning and coooold until, suddenly, the sun comes out and you strip down to the lightest T-shirt outfit you have, until evening hits and it starts raining. So you need three outfits each day.

The flights were fine. We had issues in Atlanta, which led to an arrival two hours late in Quito. Carlos (a son) and Patricia were waiting in a mob of people after customs holding the sign:


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. The Matriarch 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.

In the Guess picture we find mother Amy Dake with four of her children. Left to right: Blanche Miller, LeRoy Dake, Gert Pettit and Dorothy Anderson. A very nice picture to have.

Mavis Anderson Morgan
Hope, ND

Hi Dorothy, sure loved the picture. Even after 56 years together, the family still are very important. Blanche and I really enjoyed time with any or all who were left; little by little one disappears and is missed. Thanks for this picture. It is of Mom Dake and Blanche, LeRoy, Gert, and you [Dorothy].

Jim Miller
Bradenton, FL

Bottom row (L to R): Aunt Blanche, Great-Grandma Amy Dake, Aunt Dorothy; top row (L to R): Uncle LeRoy, Aunt Gert.

Adriana Brown
Granbury, TX

The guess photo is none other than Mother Amy Dake and her little chicks ... Leroy, Gertie, Blanche and Dorothy. When I saw this photo, I thought of Amy, always so motherly; we remember her as the one who always had room for one more in her home and in her heart!

Even when my girls were little, they had this feeling about how welcome they were to come to Amy's house. I am sure there are some of her African violets blooming somewhere in that room too.

Elaine Wold
Wahpeton, ND

The mystery picture is of my mother [Blanche Dake Miller], Uncle LeRoy, Aunt Gert, Grandmother Dake and Aunt Dorothy ... what a nice picture! However, it will be interesting to read about the year and the occasion.

Shari Larson
Litchfield Park, AZ

Editor's comment: This picture was in a stack of photos I have here. Gert must have sent it ... and I seem to remember that Jim took it. It was taken at Gert's house on Mom's 94th birthday, which would have been March 28, 1992. It shows LeRoy Dake and Gert Dake Pettit in back and Blanche Dake Miller, Mom -- Amy Dake -- and Dorothy Dake Anderson in front.

Those pictured this week, beginning at the top, are Uncle Leroy, Aunt Gert, Aunt Blanche, Grandma Dake, and Aunt Dorothy. I think this may have been taken at the nursing home that your mother was in? I regret that I did not respond to the last two mystery pictures. I recognized Beaver in the last one and I DID recognize the three of you in the former one.

Earl Stahlecker
Gatesville, TX

A flood of nostalgia went with that GUESS picture this time. Blanche, LeRoy, Gertie, Dorothy and there is that dear friend, Amy, the mother.

Betty Weiland Droel
MoundsView, MN

Larry McCorkell sent us a manuscript he transcribed from his father's tape recorded memories and made it available to The Bulletin for a series of excerpts. These stories were originally tape recorded by Bruce McCorkell of his growing up days on the homestead near Effie in northern Minnesota. They were recorded from a period of the mid 1980's until the early 2000's. These are Bruce's words of happy, sad, funny, good, and hard times.


In order to survive during those depression days, people would just have a little of everything. You had a few chickens. You had a couple of cows. There was always somebody in the community somewhere that had a litter of pigs. They had a sow or two and so they had pigs for sale. If this old pig had a litter of eight or 10 little pigs, after they got about six weeks old or two months, then my dad would go and buy a pig. Old Frank Storest would buy a pig. Oscar Jensen would buy a pig or two.

Sometimes we'd have two little pigs. You'd raise them up until fall. We never kept them over winter. He'd buy a sack of cracked corn once in a while, and especially towards the end there. We'd feed them slop. We usually bought a wheat mixture, something like bran. We'd feed them that.

We usually made a three cornered pen. We made three sides out of 16-foot boards and wired them together at the ends. Every day we'd go out and lift that thing and move it. We carried it around so the pigs had fresh grass. They eat a lot of fresh grass. A little later on, we fed them corn. We usually gave them a little corn just to keep them going. It was hard to buy corn in those days, too. My dad was doing a little logging maybe, and a little carpenter work, and we just had enough to feed the pigs and us too. That's the way people had to do.

We used to get the biggest kick out of watching the little animals and the chickens and whatever. I remember when I was a kid, when the pigs got a little bigger in the summer, they'd come round the rose bushes Ma would have in front there and lay down in the shade. If there was a mud puddle, they'd get in that. I'd ride that pig around. There was one pig I could ride around all over. That was fun. I don't know how I got on pigs; I was going to talk about chickens.

As far as the chickens go, it's the same thing really. We always had a few chickens. Ma would set a few hens. I can't remember how many, but those were setting hens. Ma usually had no less than a dozen Rhode Island Red hens. They were good old hens. They weren't like Leghorns, who were so wild. These are a larger bird and real tame, gentle birds. In the wintertime, especially, I remember one winter she'd get 12 eggs a day and sometimes 11 off of those 12 old Rhode Island Reds hens all winter long. Those old hens were really something.

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Photo © Sheldon Swenson
Lourdes, our guide for the day.

Huayhuash Trek Of Peru
by Sheldon and Mitzi Swenson
Dickinson, ND

Alternate Trail

On day three, we take an alternate high route closer to the main peaks, some high mountain lakes and glaciers we would not otherwise see. This trail is not marked in any way so we hire a village guide lady to lead us up this route. She is wearing the traditional, colorful Peruvian clothing and large hat that these ladies seem to prefer. She seems rather disgusted at my frequent stops to take pictures. I think she realizes, after a while, that I am just trying to catch my breath.

I go to Plan B and munch a few chocolate coffee beans. After a while the caffeine, or something else, kicks in and I am keeping up with Kjirsten and manage to leave Mitzi in the dust, for a change, as we climb higher and higher. It is cloudy so we do not get the views of the high peaks we are hoping for but do have great views of high some high mountain lakes and glaciers we would not have seen from the main trail.

I had previously told Mitzi not to worry about rain or snow. On our trip three years ago we never did see daytime rain or snow, so I was confident that it just doesn't do that during the "dry season." Unfortunately, after crossing the pass, it starts to sleet and then even snow a little. My rating goes down a bit as Mitzi mentions something about her being glad I promised we wouldn't see rain or snow.

The next morning finds continued heavy overcast. It starts to rain a bit and then, as we gain elevation, it becomes more atmospheric, with quite heavy snow. Before long, there is 1-2 inches of snow on the ground. Fortunately, our layers include a waterproof outer shell so we keep fairly warm and dry. We are not impressed with snow in June but it does make for some interesting photos.

Photo © Sheldon Swenson
Mitzi & Kjirsten going up the high pass between Laguna Mitacocha and Laguna Carhuacocha in snowstorm.

Mitzi's Journal

Rodrigo had recommended we hire a local guide for two days when the mules would need to take a low route but we could hike up a higher pass for great views. Lourdes was our guide for the day, a local woman in her 30's. She took off at a good pace and Sheldon was soon taking pictures, maybe to slow her down. We stopped at a place where she waited while we climbed up a moraine to see a lake. Coming back, we saw a photogenic cow [published last week] and a few nice wildflowers so I borrowed the camera to add some photos that weren't mountains to our collection.

At the top of the pass, Lourdes smiled shyly when we shared mandarins and a chocolate bar with her. There was a testing with the pulse oximeter and she won! Her oxygen level was similar to ours, but our pulse was around 100 and hers was around 60.

The weather soon became atmospheric, snowing, raining and foggy, so Lourdes got us started down the correct trail before turning around to return to her home.

To be continued...

Photos © Sheldon Swenson
It's freezing at night! But we are cozy in a four-season tent with down sleeping bags. Boy, right, came with a ziplock bag, hoping for candy.

$  A Long Time Ago   !

Photo © Jerrianne Lowther
Kyra crawls toward rocky summit, left; "hut boy" hauls 96 lbs., right.

Appalachian Trail Trek: August 1973
by Jerrianne Lowther
Anchorage, AK

I can't tell you in a few words what it was like to hike through "the Presidentials," the White Mountains named after United States presidents, mountains with signs warning that they were known for "the worst weather in North America." Turn back NOW, if the weather is bad, the signs said. People had perished from exposure, lost in rain and mist and fog on the peaks, sometimes just a few feet from safety. Alternate routes at lower elevations provided a way to escape the worst of it.

After all the rain we had endured on lesser mountains, we walked the highest trails across "the Presidentials," enjoying spectacular views, in the three most perfect days of summer. The route was long and steep over these rugged mountains and every day we did all we could do, though our burdens were lighter than usual, thanks to five nights spent in Appalachian Mountain Club "huts" that provided dormitory bunks and hot breakfasts and dinners, which saved us from having to carry so much food. "Hut boys" (and girls!) supplied the huts with food, packed in on their backs in up to 100 pound loads, and they cooked and served it, too.

"Kyra became quite a hit among the many hikers we met. A youngster -- a girl! -- with full pack was curiosity enough, but one that had walked from Georgia proved more than many could resist. We would sometimes find her surrounded by young and old alike, fielding questions with relative ease and telling of things that to her had become second nature.

"'How long have you been walking?' asked a man one day, his two young daughters in tow.

"'Since March,' Kyra answered.

"'Where do you get food?' a lady wanted to know. 'I've heard some hikers bury it along the trail.'

"'We don't do that. We go to town every couple hundred miles and pack supply boxes and mail them ahead.'

"'My, how clever.'

"'Don't you meet bears and things?' asked a girl, whose pack was a plastic wastebasket strapped to her back.

"'Sure. And skunks and raccoons and porcupines. They come through our camp while we're sleeping sometimes.'

"'Aren't you afraid?'

"'They don't bother us much,' Kyra answered, nonchalant.

"'What about snakes?' asked a lad hiking in sneakers, T-shirt, and shorts.

"'I don't like snakes....'

"'Does it ever rain?' a young girl asked.

"'Does it ever!'

"'What do you do then?'

"'We just keep going.'

"'Isn't your pack heavy?' asked another girl.

"'It's twenty pounds, twenty-five sometimes.'

"'Mine's less than that and it hurts!'

"'The straps are loose,' Kyra said. 'Tighten them like this....'

"We also noticed her wide-eyed looks at the hut boys. One, packing supplies up the mountain, carried boxes and crates of food lashed high on a wooden pack frame that towered above his head. I asked what the load weighed. Ninety-six pounds,' he replied. Tall, muscular, wearing shorts and no shirt, sun-tanned shoulders held rigid in the pack straps, he moved steadily forward under that load -- and passed us by." --from Walking North, by Mic Lowther.

Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of
Hetty Hooper

This Week's Special Days
September 1---Labor Day
September 2---VJ Day
(Victory over Japan, World War II)

This Week's Birthdays
August 31---Devan Alexander Seaman (6 years)
September 2---Patty Anderson
September 2---Vicki Anderson
September 2---Stanley Wm. Dake
September 3---Jacob Mendoza Dake
September 3---Eric printz
September 3---Charles Quick
September 4---Wiley Nelson
September 5---Genelle Mogck
September 5---Lori Chap Ostendorf
Happy Birthday!

This Week's Anniversaries
September 2---Michael and Sarah Dake Steinhauer (6 years)
September 4---Ernie and Carolyn Miller Dake (37 years)

More September Birthdays
September 7---Brendan Aydelotte (9 years)
September 12---Lindsay Dawn Hellevang
September 15---Carolyn Miller Dake
September 15---Shari Miller Larson
September 19---Nathanial Kurtis Seaman
September 21---Jessica Aydelotte
September 24---Wyatt Johnson
September 25---Keith Mason
September 26---Jaxon Dwight Hill (2 years)
September 28---Donald L. Anderson
September 30---Sheldon Swenson

More September Anniversaries
September 7---Tim and Colette Huseby (12 years)
September 18---Jay and Sandy Miller Smith (9 years)

September Special Days
September 1---Labor Day
September 2---VJ Day
September 7---Grandparents' Day

Miss Hetty's Mailbox:

Dear Miss Hetty,

The phone rang, and an unfamiliar voice invited us for dinner today. I was so totally surprised. It was Marci Glidden Olsen, who was one of Bill and Carol Glidden's little girls that we knew so many years ago. She was just wanting to invite us because of the years that have passed, and we were thrilled to go.

We had a most delicious ham dinner, and I didn't even want the recipe for the indescribably delicious mashed potatos baked with a cheese topping as I just might have made them too often! Then the dessert was an unbelievable Chocolate Cheesecake that Rick made. He used to be a cook at Perkins, so he has lots of good ideas. Now he is writing computer programs for companies.

Now, what I really wanted to send you this letter for, Miss Hetty, is that while we were at the table visiting, Marci said, "What is The Bulletin?" She told us she had run across it on the Internet, and she said to herself, "I recognize some of those people."

So, she has been following along with The Bulletin each week.

What a surprise! So, we talked in detail about The Bulletin and discussed the Appalachian Trek story. She couldn't imagine that Jerri in that story was the same person Jerrianne is now. (Well, I can hardly, either.) She asked about Donna and Beaver, etc. She knew so many names of the ones that she had read about and was curious where they came in at.

For some reason she had remembered Doug. Maybe met him someplace at some time. Her widowed mother, Carol Auld Glidden, is married to Jack Simm now, in Rochester.

So, I wanted to share this with you. Miss Hetty, please pass on this information to the Editor and Photo Editor. Thank you.

Betty Weiland Droel
MoundsView, MN

Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell; photo by Sarah Steinhauer
Kira Steinhauer kicks up her heels in the car.

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


Click here to review last week's Bulletin

We just had too much stuff going on this week, so I didn't get part three of the New York trip done. I'll get it in next week, hopefully!

Wyatt Johnson
Moorhead, MN

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

Of course, the first picture was spectacular, as usual. I had never seen that lighthouse on Artist's Point so it was amazing and hard to imagine just where that was taken.

The trip to Duluth area would have been so meaningful, being that Eric and Leona were reliving their wedding trip of five years ago. Things change so soon, as they were finding out. Sounded like it was disappointing to find some of their special stops not quite up to their expectations. As Eric said, in another five years, if they do make the trip back again, it will still be almost unrecognizable. Just being together and away from it all would be a great getaway trip to commemorate that special day of August 16th. We wish them a happy year ahead, although it will be varied experiences, as is the usual.

I was so happy for the beautiful flower pictures through out The Bulletin. For one, the fireweed in all its color and beauty, nearly hidden at Gooseberry Falls.

That was a very nice memorial for Herb Douvier, Shawn's grandpa, relating such lifelong memories; it was touching to read. The time comes when we have to part with even the dearest ones, but as Shawn mentioned, we can benefit by the example and influence they leave behind.

Another Wyatt and Weston story. I was wondering whatever the end of that shopping tour would be, going into the spooky purse store, and even being invited further into the unknown. I can about imagine they were glad to get out alive. I'm glad they actually felt it was a fun experience.

I am bewildered at the picture of that building. It looks paper thin on the picture, but there must be some supports for it to be so tall. That was some excellent photography to have taken that picture.

Sounds like they had a great time, mostly enjoying the food stops, and sounds like they had time with Sindy again..

Somehow, it's hard to picture Anchorage, Alaska, being a place where flowers are so abundant. I know Miss Jerrianne does her part to make them flourish and bloom cheering the short summer season. I gave up trying to figure out how splash plates are molded from rhubarb leaves. The flower carpet slide show was a wonder, also the Begonia Festival link. The Bulletin is always full of educational, fun and unusual links.

Thank you Donna Mae, for always having some interesting picture to share of your family and the kids and the dads and uncles and aunts.

I thought the Homesteading Days was pretty true to life with the cat running around with flour flying off of it in all directions. What a mess! I remember going to my aunt and uncle's farm and watching them "separate," and the sound of the whirring centrifuge and the clink clank of the individual discs that all had to be washed perfectly clean. I can smell the warm milk as it separated right now when I write this. A teakettle of boiling water was needed to rinse off the many, many parts.

The Peru trek is getting too wild for my city bred imagination. I can't imagine hiking in that vast length and breadth of miles and miles of nothing. The pictures of them looked like it was a great experience, and they were enjoying it. Glad for all the pictures of it they took and are sharing with us. It seems unbelievable they would find their way out of that maze of mountains. So people and animals actually live there?

Then A Long Time Ago came next. Another unbelievable, but actually happened, hike. I read in Walking North about the long way they had to hike on the rocks, but didn't realize what it really looked like until I see the pictures of it now. The challenge that Kyra had outrunning those boys on the slippery, steep rocks probably was just plain adrenalin. Something different than just seeing Mom and Dad ahead and more rocks. As I read it and see the pictures they took, it seems like it could have happened not too long ago. Surely not back in 1973. Such events would remain vivid for a lifetime. As I was mulling how to word some of this LTTE, the expression "gifted literarian" came to mind. A brand new word, but fits Jerrianne.

Fun to see a picture of Ken and Amy. We haven't heard much about them since the wedding coverage. Are they near LeRoy and Vonnie? [Yes, in Crookston, Minnesota. --Ed.]

I couldn't quit looking at that darling little girl (Carrie Horne). She is getting so big, but still has her sweet cuteness. Such a perfect caption trying to get this straight that Great Grandpa is her Mommy's Daddy's Daddy. Very unbelievable to a little girl, I'm sure.

I loved the Quotation for the day. "To see a flower takes time." There are so many details in the most simple blossom. That unusual sunflower looks like a dandelion at first, but Ethan says it's not.

Time to quit trying to tell all the things we enjoyed and noticed on Bulletin #323 this time. I am sure we missed a lot, but once again we want to thank you for the untiring dedication to develop each issue.

Betty Droel


Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell; photo by Melody Printz
Clayton Willliams, left, complains to "the boss," J.D. Williams (his dad), as Wade Printz, right, looks on. His triumphant little sister, Callie Printz, smirks behind him.

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