Sunday, November 30, 2008
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UPDATE -- Yvonne Dake passes away very suddenly
This is just a quick message to let folks know that my mother, Yvonne Dake, passed away Thanksgiving evening ... November 27th, 2008, at 8 p.m.
She had a good day at Larry and Sherry's for Thanksgiving. Ernie and Carolyn were there, as well. In the evening, she wasn't feeling well and requested that she be taken to the hospital. She passed away in the ambulance ... we think of a heart attack.
The funeral is to be at Pioneer Memorial Care Center Chapel at Erskine on Saturday (today). There will be a visitation at 1 p.m. and the funeral at 2 p.m. Interment will be in Oakland Cemetery, rural McIntosh ... so that Dad could visit the grave.
Editor's Note: Larry Dake called this evening and he told me the finalized details ... Ginny and Larry McCorkell had met Suzanne at the airport and they were on their way to Erskine as we talked. He said Jenny Dake Horne had arrived already. Click here for full obituary, online register book & family condolences.
UPDATE -- Morgan cousins moving to USA
The North Dakota/Florida Morgans were very happy to get some exciting news recently. Frank Morgan (Tom Morgan's cousin) and his wife, Sandra, from London, England, have informed us that his employer, United Airlines, has transferred him to Chicago, Illinois. He will be coming to start work in February, or when his work visa has been completed.
After getting some things in order in London, Sandra will be joining him in about July. As it looks now, they will be on this side of the Atlantic for seven years, and then Frank will be able to retire from the airlines.
They, and we, are looking forward to seeing more of each other in the future, as now they will be in the USA.
UPDATE -- a successful elk hunt in Montana
Tim and his hunting buddy, Richard Rutherford, took a trip out to Montana this past week to do some elk hunting. They went south of Livingston to a little town called Gardner, right near Yellowstone Park. They were all geared up to hunt the entire week, but as luck would have it, they both shot their bulls only 1-1/2 hours into the hunt!
UPDATE -- how to keep your dolls healthy
As we see a new generation of girls arriving on the scene, I think it is a great time to pass on the advice to these "Little Mommies" that was given to my generation.
When Marjorie and Betty would come visit, they were always so interested in my "doll family" ... inquiring as to the health and happiness of each doll. If any of my dolls were ill, they would refill my prescription of "red hot" pills ... and if none were ill that day, often they would refill the prescription as a preventive measure.
The real health that was attended to was how special it felt to have a busy grownup take time to hear about my much beloved dolls. That special attention let me know they loved and cared for me!
Thanks to all the "grownups" who took time to ensure the health of my dolls ... and now it is up to me to be sure that all the "Little Mommies" I know have healthy doll families.
UPDATE -- Thanksgiving, 2008
What a lovely Autumn day ... our first Thanksgiving held right on the day and at our condo. Of course, this is a "downsized" holiday, as our official winter family holiday is planned for December 6th.
Then why the celebration today? We are being fed by Patty and Marlene ... neither one had family home for today so they came here to Hawthorne Condo to get together and to feed any who were free to come and wanted to get together and play games, visit, and some to spend the night with us. I must say I feel this a great tradition to launch.
Noon dinner people present were: Marlene, Whitney, Mark, and Kimberly Johnson and Shari Stamps; Patty and Curt Henderson, Grandpa and Grandma Anderson.
Then, for afternoon games, visit, and pie break: Beaver and Donna Johnson, also Caity and Jayce Chap, in addition to the noon dinner people.
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?
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.
I guess I'd be amiss if I didn't make a guess this week! It's our firstborn: Benjamin John Henderson ... a few years have passed since that time of our life!
The guess who? That's my little nephew Ben.
The cute little chap in the guess who is Ben Henderson in my books.
Mavis Anderson Morgan
I already give up on the Guess picture, but the eyes look like it must be one of Don and Dorothy's boys. Maybe Donnie?
Betty Weiland Droel
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.
I went to school, grades one through eight, in the Northland School that was about a mile and a quarter west of our place. It was a one-room school. Our coatrooms, as they were called, were in the front of the schoolroom as we came in, the girls' on one side and the boys' on the other side. There was an inside toilet but we never used it because the system didn't work. There was nothing to pump it outside so we had outside toilets.
In the back of the school, there was a big old wood stove as you came in. It took four-foot cordwood wood. There was a metal shell around it that got good and warm, but you couldn't get on the stove. There was a big door you opened to get inside this shell and then you opened the stove door so the teacher could throw in wood. That took up about half of one side of the back.
Half of the corner behind the stove was the library. We had books there. There was a partition there. One corner was partitioned off and in that was where we were supposed to take hot lunch. They had a hot lunch program then and all it was, was an old kerosene cook stove that stunk like everything. I don't know if they ever created such a thing that didn't stink. It was an awful stinking thing. Fortunately there was a door in that corner so the teacher could open the back door and some of that smell would go outside.
What they usually did is brought a little soup in a pint jar or brought some cocoa or something like that. There wasn't a well there. One of the bigger boys carried water from home. At one time there were only eight kids in the school, so you could see it wasn't very much. We never did have over maybe 15, at the very most, in all eight grades. She'd have a kettle with some water in it and we'd set our hot lunch in that, like a little jar of soup or cocoa or something like that.
A while before lunch, she'd fire up that old kerosene stove. A lot of the kids didn't want to monkey with that hot lunch, so it wasn't always used. There were a few maybes and the rest of them didn't. That was our hot lunch.
Peanut butter used to come in little pails. I wouldn't know how big they were. They were maybe a two-quart size and were tapered down like a regular little milk pail, smaller at the bottom. They were kind of a neat little pail. They had a metal handle on them. Smaller kids used those pails for picking berries. They weren't big enough for adults.
We put a couple of sandwiches in there. We never had much for fruit. Ma usually didn't send blueberry sauce and that stuff because we'd have that at home for supper. We just had sandwiches and have a tomato when the tomatoes were ripening and once in a while she'd have a pickle in there or maybe a cookie or something. That's about what we had.
Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro
Kjirsten feels that one rest day after Mount Meru is enough, so Tuesday morning, September 9, finds us on the road to the Machame Gate, one of about four routes up the mountain. The most popular (tourist) route is shorter and more direct, with cabins to sleep in. The number of trekkers on that route is limited to the number of cabin rooms available per day. We will be sleeping in tents on this longer route but will have more time to acclimatize.
There are supposed to be limits on the number of trekkers per day on this route but they appear to not be enforcing that at the entrance gate. At the gate there is a real carnival type atmosphere, with a lot of vehicles coming and going and a huge number of trekkers, guides, porters, and stacks of gear piled everywhere, as the various groups get organized for the start of their treks up the mountain.
We learn later that at this peak season about 150 trekkers start up the mountain each day on this route alone. There are around four support people for every trekker, so that means there will be about 700 or more people at each campsite and on the trail with us. We have our guide Dismus, a cook, an assistant cook and four porters to carry our gear, plus food for six to seven days for the whole group. This is a lot different from the solitude we experienced in Peru.
We begin at elevation 6,000 feet and start out hiking and climbing through rainforest. Once again, there is a lot of moss on the trees. Everything is very green and lush, with scattered colorful flowering vines. We hear occasional monkey chatter and at one point we see a couple of monkeys high in the trees on our way back down. We will pass through four more climatic zones by the time we reach the top.
It is interesting to watch the porters with their heavy loads. They have their personal gear in a backpack and, in addition to that, a load of camp gear or food, often balanced on top of their head as they would cruise up the mountain. The porter's load is limited to 50 lbs., plus his personal gear. Due to the weight, they would walk faster than us but stop more often to rest.
One porter smiled at us as we walked by and yelled, "Obama." I saw one porter go by with a full sized cooler on his head. Others are carrying folding tables and chairs for groups traveling in more luxury than Kjirsten and I. Most are carrying a gunnysack with a combination of gear and/or food.
Camp One is at 10,000 feet and, fortunately, is very spread out, with many small clearings separated by trees with large groups of tents and an outdoor toilet (hole in the floor) for each clearing. Once again, popcorn and tea is served while dinner is being prepared. Dinner is outstanding and there is way more food than we can possibly eat.
Right after dinner, the clouds lift briefly for our first closer up view of the upper mountain. It still looks very far away, with the summit still close to two miles higher than us. I am surprised but pleased to see a lot of glacier visible. The glaciers are shrinking rapidly and are expected to disappear completely within the next 10 to 15 years due to global warming.
To be continued...
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+ LETTERS TO THE EDITORS?
Thanks for The Bulletin!
I especially enjoyed your "Thankful" write-up. Made me smile.
Just re-read The Bulletin and was so impressed with those pictures of the Dakes in that cozy setting enjoying that meal. What a setting that house is! How nicely decorated! I am guessing it is at Sherry and Larry Dake's with their families.
I really enjoyed it! It is so nice to see some of those old things preserved, from the olden days... Yet how refreshing to see all the cute pictures of the young ones in The Bulletin again, too. Aren't they all so cute?
Editor's Note: You're right. Larry and Sherry hosted the meal; Sarah Steinhauer confirmed it:
The photos were taken by Michael at Dad and Mom's house on September 14, 2008. It was the first time we had everyone in my family -- all four generations -- together.
Grandparents: Leroy and Vonnie Dake, Earl and Bergit Swenson
The story as it appeared in The Bulletin is just like I wrote it and Jerrianne did a good job with the two pictures to show how Jake sits up there and then how far down it is to the chandelier and table! The other picture is of Jake in Jeana's bedroom. I should have dated the story as it was written last March.
Now we're flying to Phoenix this week again to have Thanksgiving dinner with Jeana.
Judy Miller Riesenberg
Miss Kitty and Mai Tai send greetings to Jake, the flying tiger. What a daring leap that was!
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
OK, so that is the coloring of the North Carolina leaves. HHHmmmm ... they do look a bit vivid. Oh, that's right. We are dealing with professional photography here, and between Bitzi and our photo editor, Jerrianne, the pictures come out absolutely breathtaking. Like even the design with the beauty of the tree against the even more beautiful leaves. Very interesting photo, to say the least. Thank you for taking time to stand there until you got just the exact angle and position of the tree a bit to the right like that. I loved that.
It was especially interesting to me to see the Update of the early Thanksgiving Dinner as all at that table were special old friends. Except Levi and Kira -- they are special new friends. I spent a lot of time searching the dishes on the table, and the background. What a cozy old woodstove that must be. And the spinning wheel. All so homey and quaint and easy to relax in. Also, fun photos of the huge rabbit and curious children.
I can't believe that is a real baby, but I know it is. The setting with the luscious pink and white soft blanket -- no wonder she has that million dollar smile already. Dan and Gina, you must hardly be able to contain all the love you would feel toward that precious little doll, Abigail Mae.
A cat story seems to find its way into The Bulletin quite often, but we all enjoy the stories and pictures. Thanks, Judy, for that story of Jake.
I missed something here. I don't know where Greta Veronica Shockey comes in at. Isn't that a cute pose with the pinks again? ... and the smile! (Greta is the daughter of Eric and Melanie Anderson Shockey; grandparents are Dwight and Janie Anderson. --Ed.)
Oh, Miss Kitty, we don't want to overlook all your effort to tell us that story about Simon. You and Mai Tai have had some severe training or you would be out there filling up on birds. I'm sure Miss Jerrianne hardly dares turn her back. I would guess you have gourmet cat food, though.
It was actually a feeling of excitement to see the photos Ken Carson took of the three famous cats. The grandkittens. What a great gift they have to play with, and no wonder it's already a favorite toy. They look well fed and happy. It doesn't take much to entertain us readers of The Bulletin. Just give us three cats in a basket and we're content.
So Donna Mae went to Duluth this time. Good excuse to go as long as Beaver needed to be there, anyway. We drove by the Timberlodge Steak House this morning here, near us. I was thinking that we should meet you there sometime if it's that good.
That was such a special THANKFUL writing you included, Dorothy, Our Matriarch. Seeing the good side of what could spoil the day if you just concentrated on the negative. The main thing is that the electric blanket is on. If your feet are warm, especially with polio effects on the limbs, you can manage to keep smiling and thankful in spite of it.
What a good photo of the McCorkell family! A hungry boy the age of Bruce on that picture would love the fried partridge, no matter what it tasted like, but in those days they likely fried it in butter.
The Travelogue gets more interesting all the time. We are glad you have such an excellent camera, Sheldon. Just look at all the details in the far distance at that market. What an experience to be able to see all the things that the pictures were of, even to the smoky hut, which is a normal way of life for those people. I guess I will stick to Cub and Rainbow and Byerly's and Bob's.
What a great occasion for Koen's family and friends to welcome him home from Afghanistan. Not everyone gets to welcome their sons home, and it would be a joyous few moments watching him exit the plane. So, going to Florida is on the calendar. I hope it's as successful as you hope it is, and that it works smoothly to include all your sightseeing in just 14 days. At least you won't have snow.
Elaine, we were impressed to see you in that field with the colorful trees in the background. Looks like a frame Bitzi made, and it is so appropriate. Autumn truly is a beautiful time of year.
I enjoy reading every single word of the Letters to the Editor, and I want Kathlyn to know we did get her address now. Just to use it! Being so close to Ashby would be different after so many years so far away. I hope all goes well for you now that you're here.
What a funny/cute picture of Hunter Holman. On the phone, backwards, giving his dessert order. It looks like that's exactly what he's doing.
Very good advice for this week. To be thankful for what we have. We hope to be at our grandson Tim and Heather's home in Eden Prairie for Thanksgiving. Our son Darrel and his wife, Jo, planned to come from Virginia, but it sounds like Jo might have a pinched nerve so, as of now, won't be able to come. Hope all have a very nice day Thursday, and whatever you do and wherever you are, may it be a special occasion. Maybe even just having a quiet day at home.
Well, Editor and Photo Editor, if you are still reading, I want to say a special thank you for The Bulletin again as I realize it is a LOT of work.
Roy and Betty Droel
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