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Happy Holidays!

Photo © Ken Carson
"Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse..."
(especially not a mouse ... with three cats in the house!)

Updates -

Photo © Tim Holman
Winter snow scene near Liberty Lake, Washington.

Avery Hope McNeill was born December 16, 2008, at 8:22 a.m., weighing in at a whopping 9 lbs. 11 oz. and 21-1/2" long, to proud parents Roddy and Alisha McNeill and big sister Kylie Grace. She has a lot of black hair -- kind of reminds me of Roddy when he was born. --Peggy McNeill (Proud Grandma, Ashby, MN)

FAMILY UPDATE -- Harold and Carol Printz
by Carol Dake Printz
Sidney, NE

An update for The Bulletin has been on my "To Do" list for some time now, so guess I'd better get one done!

We keep busy with day to day activities like everyone else, and the time flies by! Harold was offered a position with an agricultural cooperative in Haxtun, Colorado, a few months ago and accepted it. He oversees their fuel department, car care centers and convenience stores. His position is called "risk management coordinator," which I suppose is pertinent terminology considering the price of oil bouncing around the way it has been! He enjoyed the opportunity of working for Home Depot, but is glad to be back in the area of work he is more experienced in. He has an hour commute to and from work, but lots of people in this area drive that far, and he has a company vehicle provided.

I am working as a special education teacher's aide again this year. I work one-on-one with a severely delayed 6th grade boy. It is tiring and challenging and frustrating at times, but can also be rewarding when he makes a little progress!

We have lots of company, so life is never boring!

I spent some time in Texas with my mother and the rest of my family last summer. I am especially glad for that now, as Mother has declined quite a lot since that time, and opportunities for meaningful visits seem to be past. Harold's mother is in a nursing home just a few blocks from us. Her physical health is good for her 90 years of age, but she has dementia, which limits many things. Harold and I are conscious that before too much longer we will be "the older generation" in our family!

We got in a few local camping trips last summer. There are a lot of Oregon Trail historical areas nearby, so we visited some of those.

We enjoyed visits from all four of our grandchildren over the Thanksgiving holiday. Austin is 17 (this week), Wade is 9, Callie is 7, and Amy is 4 now. It is nice to live close enough to see them regularly. We're hoping to see them over the Christmas holiday also.

So far, our fall and winter has been very mild, with only a few snow flurries now and then. We often don't get blizzards till nearer spring ... but with the wind we often have, they are severe for a while when they do occur!

Carol & Harold Printz, left; with grandchildren Callie, Austin, Wade & Amy, right.
(Austin is Cody's son; Wade, Callie & Amy are Justin & Melody's children.)

Aaron Blackstone on dirt bike at race, June 27, 2008.

UPDATE -- Aaron Blackstone, dirt bike racer
by Gert Dake Pettit
Howard Lake, MN

I am proud of my great grandson Aaron Blackstone, son of Justin and Amanda Blackstone. This past summer he started competing in dirt bike racing. In the first competition he came in 7th out of 12; all the rest of the races during the summer it was generally 2nd, 3rd, or 4th. Aaron took 1st place in one race. That is the trophy he is holding in the picture. Aaron is 8 years old. We are proud of the good sportsmanship that Aaron showed at the races.

Aaron Blackstone with dirt bike race trophy, August 17, 2008.

UPDATE -- the Chaney/Cheney side of the clan
by Kathy Chaney Newton
Denton, TX

The link to your Bulletin was sent to me by a lady I do not know through She was interested in Isom's wife, Minnie. She e-mailed me because I was beginning a Chaney Family Tree on At the time I received the link, I did not have time to review your newsletters, but now I have reviewed a few and find that you may possess some info that will help me in learning about my dad's (Preston Myron Chaney, son of William Lee Chaney) family.

My brother, Calvin, "Cal," and I came rather late in my dad's life and other than some brief memories at Itasca State Park of his brothers and sisters, some dwarves who were related somehow on a farm near Dassell (a strange memory), I never really knew nor understood "who was who." Dad's mother and father (my grandmother Rosa Burch Chaney from Pipestone and grandfather "Will" -- William Lee Chaney from Kentucky and maybe Missouri) had passed on before I was born and I sensed even as a small girl in Willmar, Minnesota, that there were some questions you "...just did not ask" about Dad's family.

Dad's grandfather, William Preston Chaney, probably was the Civil War veteran who returned blinded from the war.

There are Civil War records which verify his Civil War pension claim and a lady in California, Mrs. Langford, whose mother verified that Sarah Chaney was her mother and that the veteran story is true. William Lee and Isom can be found as being born in Missouri in some records and in some as being born in Kentucky and / or Virginia.

The beginnings of my family tree effort are within There are errors and some info I have attached, even though I know it is incorrect, because I am afraid I will not be able to locate it later.

My dad, Preston "Pat," saved everything. I have found things Dad saved that had names of many of the people I have researched on, "Dake" included. During the school year (I teach high school German), I don't have much time to do family research, but as I find them, I will save then as JPEG files and forward. There are some that you can probably help me with names.

Dad divorced his first wife, Ethel (Reinhart Chaney Church), and married my mom. He received custody of his first three kids, pretty unusual for a man for that time frame. My mom helped to raise Dad's first three and then Cal and I came along. Sadly, my dad, Ethel, their three children and my mom have all passed on. If my dad were still alive, on his next birthday (May 1, 2009), he would be 110 years old. Because he was over 50 when Cal and I were born, we never got to know and keep him long enough.

Please add my e-mail to your list. I would love to receive your Bulletins. If there is more info about my father's family, I would be very interested.

Editor's Note: There is information in the "About" section on Mary Cheney Dake Greer here and other Cheney (Chaney) links may be found using the search feature. The spelling we've used on this web site has always been Cheney. Click here for more information on spelling variants.

William Lee Chaney with his sons and daughters, July 1941. Not long after the picture was taken (1941), "Uncle Will" died. I guess this was a family reunion because Will was ill.

Left to Right, Back Row:
Preston Myron Chaney (1 May, 1899 -- 17 June, 1975)
Andrew "Andy" Chaney (20 June, 1903 -- 2 December, 1955)
Paul Chaney (13 January, 1902 -- 17 April, 1958)
Floyd L. (L. Floyd) Chaney (23 August, 1907 -- 14 June, 1969)

Left to Right, Front Row:
Mary A. Chaney Nelson (29 October, 1906 -- July 1977)
Gladys D. Chaney McLees (20 June, 1911 -- 5 October, 1991)
William Lee Chaney (Father, 18 March, 1867 -- 3 August, 1941)
Anna Chaney Claus Hoffmann (11 April, 1902 -- 17 May, 1966)

Weston, third from left, celebrates a Vikings win with friends.

UPDATE -- here, there and everywhere...
by Weston Johnson
Maple Grove, MN

It has been a while since I've written an update so I figured I better check in. As usual, work has been keeping me very busy lately. I have been managing more of my own projects over the past year, which means I've been doing a lot more traveling this year than in the past.

The primary projects I'm working on have been feasibility studies for a new arena in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho; a minor league ballpark in Sarpy County, Nebraska (suburban Omaha); a renovation of an arena in Worcester, Massachusetts; and a new motorsports venue and an amphitheater in Oklahoma City. I have visited each city multiple times since this spring, along with a couple of other random trips here and there. The travel gets to be a little much at times, but I'm glad to be working for a company that is staying busy, given the current economic climate.

I have been able to find some time for fun and relaxation here and there. I am one of a group of six friends who buy Gophers football season tickets together. Despite the late season losing streak, we had fun watching the games together. In October, I took a trip to New Orleans with three friends to watch the Vikings play the Saints on Monday Night Football. We saw a great game, with the Vikings winning on a last-minute field goal.

The day after the game, I had to be in Omaha for a presentation for the Sarpy County ballpark project. So, after getting to the hotel at midnight after the game on Monday night, I was up at 4:00 on Tuesday morning so I could get to the airport in time to catch my 6:30 flight. I had a flight to Memphis and a short layover before flying to Omaha, where I arrived in plenty of time for that afternoon's meeting. Then I high-tailed it back to the airport to head back to Minneapolis. It was a long day, and I was jealous of my friends who got to sleep in on Tuesday, and still made it back to Minneapolis several hours before me!

My next trip figures to be a little more relaxing. Joanna and I are heading to Tempe, Arizona, to watch the Gophers football team play in the Insight Bowl on New Year's Eve. It will be a quick trip, as we fly down on Tuesday, the 30th, and back on Thursday, the 1st, but I'm looking forward to a brief respite from winter, especially after it has beat us over the head these last few days.

Other than that, I'm looking forward to some time off over Christmas. I can tell it's right around the corner, since my Christmas cactus has been in full bloom for the past week or so. I snapped a picture of it, although some of the blossoms are already losing steam. I am almost done with my Christmas shopping, and am finishing up a couple of projects at work this week, so it will be nice to have a couple of weeks with no responsibilities!

Keep up the great work with The Bulletin. I read it every week, even if I don't check in as often as I should. I hope everyone has a great Christmas and a happy New Year!


Photo © Weston Johnson
Christmas cactus.

Photo © Susie Holman
Snow Loaves -- Winter arrives in Spokane, Washington.

Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
Ashby, MN

Photo © Donna Johnson
At The Mall Of America

Weathering A Storm In The Twin Cities

Last weekend we'd all been invited to the Ostendorfs' for a holiday celebration. As Lori is so close to her due date, they will not be able to make it here for Beaver's birthday celebration on Christmas Eve.

Well, the song with the words, "The weather outside is frightful!" pretty well covered most of the weekend; we extended our stay until mid-morning Monday before we could return home. (It was much worse in our area than in the Twin Cities.) It also made Wyatt and family opt out, which turned out to be a good decision on their part, as Interstate 94 was closed between Fergus Falls and Fargo. That pretty well explains the conditions in that neck of the woods (or should I say flat land?).

On our way down, Lori called and said she was not feeling well. We decided to go on and stay at Weston's. He'd been planning on having Wyatt, Jolene and the three girls there, so he was ready for company anyway.

Lori didn't feel good on Saturday, but Shawn and McKenna joined Weston, Joanna, Beaver, Caity, Jayce and me for a trip to the Mall Of America. Caity and Jayce rode rides for some time. This is rather like stepping into summer and enjoying the fair or carnival. Then we shopped for an outfit for Caity's holiday program at school; who knew a black and white ensemble would be so tough to find? That is all we got done.

Fortunately for Jayce, Weston and Joanna wandered by as we were having a bite to eat. He went with them while we continued what, to him, would have been a very boring shopping excursion!

Shawn and Beaver walked a lot with McKenna and also let her play in the Lego-Land for some time. She had a wonderful time playing there; that kept her happy for quite some time!

Sunday, Lori was up to joining us for a meal at a lovely Italian place in Maple Grove: Biaggi's Ristorante Italiano. They had some of the best bread I've ever eaten; the waitress shared the fact they put garlic mashed potatoes in the dough. There's a recipe a person should try!

We had awakened to rain and mild temperatures. Weston remarked he'd thought it might be his softener recycling, as it's not exactly a common sound, pouring rain toward the end of December in Minnesota! As we left the restaurant, it had all turned to ice, with a very cold wind blowing. Beaver had quite a time getting the van cleared enough for us to make it back to Weston's.

For Beaver it was nice to get away and the rest of us are always up for some fun. We enjoyed our time with Weston and send thanks again, for putting us up and putting up with us! Just sorry it didn't turn out to be much fun for Lori; after all, it had been her plans, the reason why we'd all come down. One of life's lemons!

Photo © Donna Johnson
Jayce, McKenna & Caity.

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 and Gina Henderson supplied last week's mystery photos.

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.

This would be my favorite granddaughter, Abigail May Henderson! (She is also my one and only granddaughter -- so far!)

Curt Henderson
Minnetrista, MN

This week's Bulletin's guess pictures are pretty great! (Great subject matter makes for a great picture!)

The pretty little girl on the left must be my wonderful grandma, Amy May Mellon Dake.

The pretty little girl on the right must by my wonderful granddaughter, Abigail Mae Henderson.

Patty (Anderson) Henderson
Minnetrista, MN

Photo Editor's comment: It's not every day we see two photos spanning five generations!

I will have to take a guess on the pictures that are up for the guessing game...

The little gal in the yard may be Amy Dake and the more up to date one is Abby Henderson. Quite a few years in between the two. Styles have changed down through the years. My girls had "Buster Brown."

Mavis Anderson Morgan
Estero, FL

As far as the GUESS pictures are concerned, I am totally lost again. I do remember there was a few issues back that had that beautiful baby in the pink, pillowy background, and this looks like that same pink. But I will have to pass on this, too. The other picture is so old. Could it be Dorothy? I don't know; that was a guess, seeing it was an older picture. Sorry, Dorothy, no offense. I guess we are what you call old now.

Betty Weiland Droel
MoundsView, MN

Memory Lane

Editor's Note: First of all, please remember that these pictures are old. They were taken in 1942 and put in the annual ... the only one we were allowed to make during the war years. Gert, LeRoy and Dorothy were the Dakes attending the Howard Lake Public School that year. Gert and LeRoy were in elementary and Dorothy was a sophmore in high school.

The Howard Lake Public School, 1942. The part on the right of the picture is where the elementary grades and gym classes met; on the left is the high school building.

Schooling, Howard Lake, Minnesota
by Gert Dake Pettit
Howard Lake, MN

The most important janitor (custodian) of Howard Lake from the time Mom attended until I graduated was Pat. His real name was Alvin Fitzpatrick, but everyone called him Pat, or maybe to be polite, Mr. Pat. As I mentioned, his job included ringing the bell -- but, of course, there was much more than that. He and his helper kept the school clean and safe. He did boiler work with the furnace. He was very well liked, and often teased ... who could help making him laugh when he was so ticklish you only needed to point a finger at him to make him laugh his head off ... just about, anyway.

The picture, taken from Dorothy's Annual (misleading name as we only published that one during the war), is of the staff in 1942. I was in 4th grade, LeRoy was in the 6th grade, and Dorothy was in 10th (sophomore) grade. Note that our "Anty" was a cook that year ... and Dorothy helped at noon hour on a student job. That was neat.

We had hot lunches in those days; they cost a lot less than now and, of course, the meals themselves were not as fancy as now, either. I think we paid ten cents a day. Most of the time it was some kind of a sandwich and, of course, a dessert and milk. The cooks made use of the commodities that were sent to the schools from the government to make the hot things they served.

When I got into high school, we had a new cook. Her name was Ruby. For holidays, Ruby fixed hot meals. School kids got to help her. For noon we had an hour, so in high school if you had a little pocket change you would probably walk down to the drugstore and get a "mud ball" (vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup and Spanish peanuts). Yum!

And to keep our school running, we had three bus routes, three buses and three drivers. In 1942 we had Ewald and two brothers: Gerald and Loren. Ewald was our driver.

When I got into high school, we still had just three buses. I remember one of our drivers then was Gene Barnes and he had moved to Howard Lake from Texas. He didn't know much about driving a bus on the snowy roads. When he would come to a road that he wondered about, he would ask the older boys if he should try it or not. Well, you know how helpful teenage kids can be, sometimes. But they never did get him into any real trouble.

I even got "to the door" service when I was a junior and senior, as he didn't like turning the bus around at the end of the road, so he would drive right up to the door and go around the windmill and head back down the driveway.

To be continued...

School care people, 1942: Ewalt Hintz (bus driver), Mrs. Elizabeth McCalla ("Anty" was second cook), Mrs. Jim Prickett (head cook), Alvin Patrick (head custodian), Gerald Zander (bus driver), Loren Zander (bus driver), Reuben Engel, (assistant custodian).

Homesteading Days at Effie, Minnesota, as toldby Bruce McCorkell

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.

Bruce, David, Raymond, Olive, Edna held by Don McCorkell.


We never had a little coaster wagon like the kids have now. They used them around too, hauling little stuff around instead of a wheelbarrow. My dad made a wheelbarrow. He took a Model T Ford wheel with a hub and all and built it like you could haul a ton of something on the dumb thing. We could hardly push it as kids. It didn't have a tire on it, just the rim. That was something else again. Otherwise we didn't have a wagon as such, but we'd make a wagon.

My dad was a carpenter, a good carpenter, and even a good cabinetmaker in a sense. He was a pretty good craftsman. He never practiced it necessarily, but he had good tools, a drill, a brace and bit of all sizes, and saws and that and he usually had a few bits that he let us use and he kept them in good condition; everything was always sharp. We could use them. He never really said we could use them, but he didn't say anything when we did use them.

We didn't use his very best saws. He had saws he used himself for ordinary cutting. He didn't mind as long as we didn't hit any nails or anything and we were pretty careful. If there was a saw there it had to be in first class shape. He wouldn't think of sawing a board off unless it was just right. We used that. So we used to make toys.

We'd make wagons. We'd go out to the wood pile and find a nice, round, green birch block about six inches in diameter, or maybe even bigger sometimes, for a wheel. We'd bring it in there and he had a big woodworking vise that would open up real big, so we'd clamp that birch block in that vise and take one of his best saws when he wasn't around and we'd get a wheel and we'd have four of those. We could saw pretty straight.

We'd saw a block of off that about an inch long and try to find the center of that as good as we could and drill a little hole through it and we'd find a big spike. There were all kinds of different spikes in those days. We had some monsters, like three-eighths of an inch or five-sixteenths in size and all sizes. I don't know what they might have been used for, maybe nailing bridge planks, I suppose. I don't know what he might have had them for.

We'd saw off a piece of two by four and nail that wheel into the end of the two by four. We'd have an axle that way. We always had plenty of wood around there. Then we'd put an apple box or a board on it. Maybe we'd sit on it and try to steer it with our feet. It never worked really well.

It took a lot of time to make the thing, but we usually had a little fun going down the hills until it broke down or something happened to it. We made things like that. Anything we had we made or he made for us. My dad was good at making stuff when he had time.


Uncle Walt was never married and he spent quite a lot of time at or around our place. One time he was staying there at our place for a little while working some place. He was going to make something and he'd bought some quarter inch bolts and some nails and he'd left them there for a few days.

David was monkeying around there and found those and decided he was going to make a bicycle out of two by twos. Well, even I knew that that wouldn't work. I felt a little sorry for him because he was so enthused about making that bike, I can remember that yet.

I told him, "It won't work. It won't hold together."

He said, "I'll nail it together on the ends."

By the time you got any weight on it, it would fall apart. So he drilled holes and he worked on that bike for a couple of days monkeying around there, I guess.

The next day Uncle Walt came along and he was monkeying around there and said, "Boys have you seen my bolts? I just had them and they were here. I just put them here." So I suppose he figured we must have done something with them.

"Ya," David says, "I used them to make an old trap." That was an expression we used to use, "old trap." Everything was an old trap, an old car, an old vehicle, they used to call it an old trap. That's all they were, a lot of them. I don't know why they called them trap. They made a lot of noise and were ready to fall apart. We called them a trap.

Anyway, David said, "I made an old trap."

"Bys a bys, take that old trap apart." Uncle Walt said. He wanted his bolts.

David grumbled about that. We didn't have any money to buy anything as far as bought toys. We sure spent a lot of time making stuff and had a lot of fun, too.

Travelogue t

Photo © Sheldon Swenson
After climbing the Baranko Wall, Sheldon & Kjirsten are "in the clouds."

Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro
by Sheldon Swenson
Dickinson, ND

Day Four

The trail is indeed fine going up the Baranko Wall, but steep, with switchbacks and occasional easy scrambles and rock climbing. This has to be a lot more difficult for the porters with their heavy loads.

By the time we reach the top of the wall, we are in the clouds with very thick fog. We continue to traverse across the base of the upper mountain and then up a long ridge, having now traversed across the base of the upper mountain from one side to the other in the past two days.

Light rain starts around noon and by the time we reach Camp Four, an hour or two later, it is sleeting and then snowing.

At 15,000 feet, this is our highest camp. There is now no vegetation whatsoever. The camp is located on quite a boulder field, with tents widely scattered up and down the mountain. The landscape has an almost lunar appearance. With the wind, snow and high humidity, it is cold even in the tent. I put on all the warm, dry clothing available and crawl into my down sleeping bag and am still not overly warm.

I check my oxygen saturations and am now down to about 83%. Normal at sea level would be 98% to 100%. We give supplemental oxygen to our patients in the emergency department when they drop below 90%. I wonder what our SAT’s will be when we (hopefully) reach the top tomorrow morning. We have an early supper and hope to get a little sleep before hitting the trail around midnight.

Photos © Sheldon Swenson
High camp at the end of day 4, elevation 15,000 feet. It is a lot more rugged here. There is no vegetation at this location and it is quite cold this evening with prior sleet and snow. Toilets with a view, right, actually just a box around a hole in the ground.

Photos © Sheldon Swenson
Fresh snow on the mountain across the valley, left. Sheldon trying to warm up inside the tent, right. I must have gotten chilled on the last part of the climb through sleet and then snow. I put all of my layers on and crawled into my down sleeping bag to try to warm up. If I am this cold now, what will tomorrow bring -- 4,400 feet higher?

To be continued...

$  A Long Time Ago   !

Photo by Donald B. Johnson
Bobby, Grandpa Bennie Johnson, Kathlyn & Jerrianne, ready for ice skating, winter of 1946-47 or 1947-48. Grandpa Bennie has cleared enough snow on a little pond behind the house where Ben Johnson lives now so we can ice skate with double runner skates for the first time. On this occasion, or one like it, Mom cooks a custard mixture in the kitchen and when the ice skating is done, Grandpa will bring in ice and rock salt for the ice cream freezer. This is my first memory of homemade vanilla ice cream churned in a hand-cranked freezer. In the summer, our mom might add fresh peaches.

Bruce's memory of homemade ice cream for the last day of school brought back early memories of making ice cream in a hand-cranked freezer, which I associate with my very first experience on double-runner ice skates. If this was early in 1947, Kathlyn turned 2 on February 1 (and was probably not quite ready for ice skates), Bobby was almost 4 and I'd be just 6 -- with an upper front tooth missing in the picture ... hard to see at this size, but evident in an enlargement.

Photo by Donald B. Johnson
Ice skating, Christmas 1950, on the slough south of the buildings at Beaver's farm. Dad has cleaned off enough ice for us to skate on. Bobby has graduated to hockey skates, Jerrianne has figure skates & Kathlyn has inherited the double-runner skates. She is holding Sandy, our old orange tabby tomcat, who survived many misadventures. Mother is in the hospital in Fergus Falls where Beaver was born on Christmas eve.

Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of
Hetty Hooper

This Week's Special Days
December 21---First Day of Winter
December 25---Christmas Day

This Week's Birthdays
December 21---Melanie Anderson Shockey
December 21---Jonathan Glen Hill (4 years)
December 24---Ken Hellevang
December 24---Arbor Johnson
December 24---Beaver Johnson
December 25---Angela Stahlecker Roberson
December 26---Koen de Been
Happy Birthday!

This Week's Anniversaries
December 23---Harold and Carol Dake Printz (41 years)
December 27---Earl and Kathleen Dake Stahlecker (34 years)

More December Birthdays
December 3---Twila Aydelotte
December 4---Sonja Dake
December 4---Carol Dake Printz
December 4---Elaine Anderson Wold
December 7---Aunika Swenson
December 10---Ryan Henderson
December 11---Makaila Belle Gordon (1 year)
December 11---Wyatt Wm. Meyer (9 years)
December 12---Sarah Lynn Dake Steinhauer
December 13---Larry Dake
December 13---Derek Swenson
December 14---Kathleen Dake Stahlecker
December 16---Avery Hope McNeill
December 17---Char Morgan Myron
December 17---Austin Printz
December 19---Barb Anderson
December 19---Lisa Boltz
December 20---Jay Pierre Miller

December 29---Mitzi Johnson Swenson
December 30---Travis Quick

More December Anniversaries
December 20---Eric and Melanie Anderson Shockey (6 years)

December Special Days
December 7---Pearl Harbor Day
December 21---First Day of Winter
December 25---Christmas Day
December 31---New Year's Eve

Miss Hetty's Mailbox:

Dear Miss Hetty,

Have you ever heard of a devoted old aunt or great aunt? Well, I am about the worst (or would you call it the best?) example of one.

I have some precious and loving greats and great, greats, and I hope you don't weary of me having to talk about them. I know you like gossip, Miss Hetty, so maybe I can tell you about the birthday party for Shalana Kay Weiland.

She was at her aunt and uncle's, Jon and Glenda Bergh in North Dakota, on her November 27th birthday, so we didn't get to have a cake for her until long after the day had come and gone. But that doesn't matter. We did all we could think of to make a 12th birthday fun and unforgettable.

So, now she is officially 12 years old. She is still a very sweet great niece, and I doubt the years will change that at all.

Now, we have something else about to happen next. Krista Rae Weiland is turning 9 years old on January 5th. We will try to help her have a fun day, too, and will tell you all about it then.

Betty Droel
MoundsView, MN

Photo © Betty Droel
Shalana Weiland turns 12.

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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Hi! Just a quick note to tell you that as I was scrolling down through The Bulletin last week I was surprised to see the wedding picture of Alicia Randall! I went to school with her in Orono. Small world we live in! :)

Kim Johnson
Eagle Bend, MN

Gwen Stucker forwarded one of your newsletters to me and I was surprised how many of the friends I knew and I enjoyed all the news, pictures and recipes so much. I am Heather Henderson's aunt. We met you at Heather and Ben's wedding. I would love to read your weekly newsletters, if you would add our e-mail to your list. Thanks!

Lyn Sorenson

Editor's comment: We will add your name to our list. We have a rule that subscribers need to introduce themselves to the group. You have started that part very nicely ... just let us know where you live and a little about your background. And then to make it easy to know who you are, we would like a photo of you (and perhaps include your immediate family in the photo, too). Thank You! --Dorothy

We had given Diego to a our friend Clara before we left, but life has gotten complicated where he is since Clara's mother (who is staying with Clara now) has become increasingly allergic to cats. So we said we wanted Diego back if he had to be rehomed. They know someone who is flying into Minneapolis on Sunday and are sending Diego with her. I will meet her and get Diego at the airport. I hope it goes OK. The Alaska Air flight leaves Anchorage at 1:30 a.m. and doesn't arrive at Minneapolis until 12:45 p.m. It must pause in Seattle for a while.

The weather has been nasty cold here, 25 below the other night, not quite that cold now, but we are just plain having a colder than usual month here. The cabin house we rented has a cold water line to the kitchen that has frozen twice already.

The good part of being here is having time with Colette and Tim and Ashley and Erik. Ashley and I made chocolate chip and white cookie cutter cookies on Saturday. We had a lot of fun stirring, rolling, cutting and decorating. I am looking forward to more kitchen adventures with the grandkids.

Our birdfeeders were busy before last weekend's storm and have stayed popular with Juncos, Chickadees, Nuthatches, Sparrows, and a Blue Jay. A rabbit enjoys the seeds that drop off the feeder.

Kathlyn Johnson Anderson
Breezy Point, MN

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

A very sharp, impressive photo of the flower on the first picture. I recognize it as some of the arrangement for Vonnie Dake. Immediately following was the beautiful memorial Bitzi created that was so fitting for Vonnie. Vonnie was not frilly, and I don't remember her ever trying to draw any attention to herself, so this simple photo was very lovely. She looked like the Vonnie we remember as sweet looking and never seeming to appear an old lady. We value the memories of her self sacrificing life as long as she could. We think of LeRoy, and wish we were closer to be able to visit him.

The newly married couples pictured were outstanding, and I wondered who they were. Of course, I noticed how pretty the brides were and then I read they were two of the boys from Gert's families. Her family keeps growing.

I am trying to take it in that McKenna is already 18 months old and looks so mature. It will be fun to introduce a brand new sister to her soon, and one that will live right there with her. I know we will get to share in that as Lori is so good to keep us up to date through The Bulletin. For McKenna to be such friends with Hannah and Ozzie at her age is unusual, isn't it? Like my great niece, Krista. She dearly loves dogs, too. I was having to smile myself as I saw the picture of McKenna and Camryn smiling at each other. What a cute picture, Lori. Thank you for happening to catch that at just the right moment.

And Donna Mae, was that ever an interesting update on your latest family affair. The pictures were what I loved as I noticed even the Matriarch is there. Wonderful how Dorothy can get places even if it is with great difficulty. I just hope Don keeps able to maneuver the chair on the trailer. But nice this time he didn't need the trailer as she could drive right into the Community Room at your folks's condo. Their condo has wonderful accommodations for Don and Dorothy's lifestyle and family visits.

That was such a lovely picture of the four girls. Gina fits right in with those sisters. I wonder who was holding Abby about then? Maybe Marlene.

It was nice to see Donnie and Patty, too, with their music. They must have left Hannah home to watch over things. We had some kippered herring for supper tonight, which just fits on that darling little platter we got from Donna Mae that was in the Red Chair Antiques store.

Dorothy, you look thinner on that picture. I know you haven't been feeling the best. Do take care. You are so needed along with Jerrianne. And Donna Mae, there YOU are, too. A very special friend of mine.

If that was the sunroom in that picture with Weston and Beaver on the right, I can't believe you have it finished that much, even to the furniture and all those wonderful windows. I don't even want to THINK about washing those windows, or can you take the squares of wood off?

That was such an interesting story of details about the Memory Lane of the Howard Lake school. Thank you, Gert, for arranging all that you have sent in, which would have required lots of time and searching for photos. There are several things sent in by you, and too bad you can't enjoy seeing the expression on LeRoy's face as he reads this story (and many others).

The Last Day of School was a lot different in the Good Old Days. It was a family occasion with folks that were partaking of the celebration and picnic having taken time off work to enter into that. I remember those games as the ones we played in the yard of our city home. The "Steal Sticks" was not familiar, but the link explained it all. It was so funny that all the equipment needed was "sticks." Nowadays, equipment needed would be expensive and store bought, likely. That site listed a lot of games, and it would be worth your time to click on it, too.

The Travelogue keeps getting more interesting all the time. What strange looking plants! Were they like cactus? I am sure those two trekkers would be geared and feeling differently after so long climbing. One young and agile, and one heading into "middle age" ... how did that sound, Sheldon? Anyway, older than the college student. The pictures were so awesome. One can't find words to describe the impression of those pictures of that area.

Observations by Don Anderson was welcome as it showed that Don is able to laugh, even with his sore back. Maybe they were discussing little baby girl names. Or else watching McKenna catch the ball away from Tate.

Thank you for sharing the birthday news, Elaine. HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Such a beautiful plant. We have one much like that. Our former neighbors came to the door with it. It was a surprise to still be remembered by them. What a treat for your daughter to take you out to breakfast, Elaine. We come to the age when we feel very thankful to be independent, and glad for every day that is ours.

I have never seen a picture from that angle before like Bitzi created of Amy and Sarah. Not a hair out of place, is it? Not a grey one, either.

I'm sure anyone that is a parent will identify with the Quotation for the Day this time. It does take time and experiences to appreciate things.

I like to write a Letter to the Editor as soon as I finish reading The Bulletin, and this time it is still Saturday so all the enthusiasm and fun of reading it is still very fresh. I always wonder if I missed commenting on something very noteworthy, but I don't mean to be partial in any way. I know what an effort our editor and the photo editor put forth to make it so individual each week, and all they need is lots of items to choose from. I have learned that pictures don't even have to be very good, and our photo editor can use her magic and make them look clear and colorful.

I wonder if next week's Bulletin will have some December 2008 snow stories?

Thank you,

Roy and Betty Droel


Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell; photo by Sarah Steinhauer
Levi Steinhauer ... there's never a dull moment with Levi!

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