Sunday, January 18, 2009
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Photo © Sarah Steinhauer
Spruce bud in snow.
Updates -
Photo © Michael Steinhauer
Sarah Steinhauer skis with Kira napping in sled behind her.
Photos © Michael & Sarah Steinhauer
Levi tries Dad's ski poles, left; Kira wakes from nap in sled, right.
Photo © Lori Ostendorf
Kierra Ostendorf, 1 week old.
UPDATE -- Tate takes the rap for Kierra
by Lori Ostendorf
Rogers, MN
Well, one of our big worries about bringing home a new little baby was how our eldest "baby" was going to react to the whole situation. I have to say that Shawn and I have been impressed with McKenna. She thoroughly enjoys her new little sister ... so far, anyway! :) She goes running to her bassinet in the morning to see her and tells us "shhhh" when she's sleeping and even called her "my baby" the other day.
Much to our surprise though, she's becoming intensely critical, and we even think a bit jealous, of Tate, the dog! No kidding.
She's taken to scolding Tate. "No! No! Tate" and waving her little finger at him in disapproval. Her latest thing is that she gets mad when we give him any of her table scraps and also when Shawn called Tate up on the couch to come sit by him, she came rushing over and whining that she wanted to get up there, too. She then plopped herself right in between them and, in a not so nice way, tried to nudge Tate off. So instead of working on jealously issues with the new baby we are working on "be nice to Tate" and "Tate can sit there, too" and "Tate can have your ham. You were all done."
She never ceases to amaze us.
Photo © Lori Ostendorf
McKenna, Shawn & Kierra.
Photos © Adriana Brown
Adriana & Lelan, left; Lelan, Michael, Everett & Sully Brown, right.
UPDATE -- Lelan comes home, meets big brothers
by Adriana Brown
Granbury, TX
Just wanted to do a quick update ... Lelan arrived at 7:38 p.m. on January 8th. She weighed in at 8 lbs. 12 oz. and 21 inches long, with a head full of hair! We are all doing great ... we got to come home yesterday evening. I’ve attached a few pictures.
Photos © Adriana Brown
Lelan, left; Everett, Sully & Lelan, right.
Photo © Verona Burchill
Back row: Nathan Hill, Rick Anderson, Dwight Anderson, Jason Hunt; middle row: Brenda Anderson Hill, Janie Anderson, Tami Anderson Hunt, Barb Anderson; front row: Jaxon, Jonathan & Jazmine Hill, Eric & Melanie Shockey with Greta.
UPDATE -- Dwight Anderson family gathers at home
by Janie Anderson
Wahpeton, ND
Just thought I'd send you a couple of pictures from our holiday vacation when all the kids and grandkids were here. The first picture was taken at Mom's. So we had someone to take the picture of all of us! The second picture is how we "contained" the grandkids.
Photo © Janie Anderson
Rub-a-dub-dub, 4 grandchildren in a tub: Jonathan, Jazmine, Jaxon & Greta.
Freesemann Five, Daytona Beach: Alyssa, Troy, Angel, Marlee, Jettison.
UPDATE -- Freesemann winter getaway
by Marlee Morgan Freesemann
Burnsville, MN
The Freesemann Five enjoyed some time away this winter visiting family in Georgia and Florida. We flew to Atlanta on Dec. 19th to spend some time with Troy's brother and his family. His parents were visiting there from South Dakota, also.
Jaxson, Corinne, Kaitlyn, Ryan, Brooklyn & Ashlyn Freesemann.
We enjoyed the weekend in Atlanta, taking in the Puppet Museum before we all headed to Orlando for Christmas week. The cousins had fun exploring Hollywood Studios, swimming, and watching the horses at the Arabian Nights Dinner Show, as well as being spoiled by Grandma and Grandpa Freesemann.
Freesemann Cousins with Buzz and Woody.
It was a year ago in Orlando that Ryan and Corinne shared their secret about Ashlyn and Jaxson coming home to them from Ethiopia in February.
Cousins Ashlyn and Alyssa Freesemann, left; Jaxson Freesemann's first time at the beach, right.
We had a few days at Daytona Beach before heading down to Fort Myers to be with Grandpa Tom and Grandma Mavis Morgan. There we watched Char and Tim paint the Myron condo, went mini golfing (I gave up after Angel's third hole-in-one!) and went to our favorite spot on Fort Myers Beach -- a lot. I think Mom covered all that. It was good to get away and make some memories with family as well as feel the warmth of the sun again!
Photo © Mavis Morgan
When the Myrons and the Freesemanns visited Florida, the heat got to them and they didn't know which end was up. Trying to find air in the Myrons' pool are, left to right: a friend, Ty, Zach & Tim Myron, Troy, Alyssa & Angel Freesemann.
UPDATE -- uh oh, sorry about that very wintery weather
by Miss Kitty
Anchorage, AK
We're really sorry about that awful weather that landed on you. It's true that we were really tired of way-y-y-y below zero temperatures that hung on here for weeks, but we're sort of used to it, you know. And we didn't really mean to sock you with it, but Hawaii just sent us a big heap of their left over weather -- and our ice and snow and cold just slipped away. Now we've got high winds and rain and all our beautiful snow is running down the street into the storm drains. What a mess!
We were so happy that Snowzilla was still doing OK and now this. We can tell you that he is not a happy camper. We suppose there will be another update when the winds and rain let up, but it doesn't look very good for the big guy. We'll keep you posted. If we don't just give up and go to Hawaii ... or maybe to Florida to visit the Morgans. (Well, we can dream, you know!)
Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
Ashby, MN
Photo © Donna Johnson
Engaged: Freddie Shelton, Sr. & Linda Knutson
I have the privilege of introducing Linda Knutson's fiancé, Freddie Shelton, Sr.
Freddie has a home in rural Cullman, Alabama. He has two boys, Tommy and Freddie, Jr. Tommy is married to Tammy and they have two children: a 4 year old girl, Jordan, and a 1 year old boy, Jaxon. They have all been so very kind to Linda and she is very excited about this next step in her life.
Linda and Freddie have so many things in common and enjoy a long list of like activities. They feel so very comfortable with one another, like it's a "perfect fit" for them. Linda said she's never felt like this before. Freddie lost his loving wife of 40 years, three years ago, from cancer. She had given him her blessings, to find a new woman for himself.
Congratulations to Linda and Freddie!
Photo © Donna Johnson
We were invited to Peggy & Eddie's last weekend, so got to meet baby Avery McNeill. Here she is with Grandma Peggy. She was absolutely adorable!
Photo © Donna Johnson
Jayce had several mini-celebrations for his 10th birthday. Jayce & his friend Christian Koefod went to a movie, bowling, played arcade games & ate pizza.
Photo © Donna Johnson
Jayce also went to Chuck E. Cheese with Becky, Caity & myself. We all had fun playing the games, surprisingly enough, even me!
Photo © Donna Johnson
We met Uncle Weston at Fudruckers for their yummy burgers & toppings & Jayce enjoyed his gifts from Weston.
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 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.
I believe the mystery pictures this week are Aunt Dorothy Dake Anderson, and Carolyn Miller Dake.
And as to last week's picture ... now Adriana, how could you not recognize your mother? Oh ... you never saw her when she was that young ... so we'll not hold it against you. (Smile!)
Carol Dake Printz
Sidney, NE
The mystery pictures are Aunt Dorothy [Dake Anderson] and Carolyn [Miller] Dake. What great pictures!
Shari Miller Larson
Litchfield Park, AZ
Wonderful to see some of our friends that we grew up with and learned to appreciate in the days gone by! That is our Editor, Miss Dorothy Mae Dake [Anderson] on the left and I'm sure the cute little girl is Carolyn Miller [Dake] on the right. I think I will always remember her smile!
Tom Miller
Madera, CA
The cute little girl in the photo is my mom ... Carolyn Dake. I love that picture of her.
Jennie Dake Horne
Madison, AL
I see Carolyn Miller in that GUESS picture. The older lady looks so familiar. I will be disgusted when I find out who she is and I couldn't guess it.
Betty Weiland Droel
MoundsView, MN
Memory Lane
A new series of recollections, of the five years when Bill and Lois Dake and their family lived in Minnesota, began with last week's episode in Bulletin 343. It's too soon to tell just how many parts there will be in this series, but we still have a couple stories to go on the winter they lived with our folks, along with Jim Miller and my sister Blanche Dake Miller, just after World War II.
Lois & Bill Dake, about 1943.
Settling In -- Winter 1946
by Dorothy Dake
Howard Lake, MN
Billy is having nightmares! It is no wonder, but it is frightening for Lois. Mom was telling me about it. She noticed a bruise on Lois's arm and wondered about it. Lois explained that when Billy gets into one of his bad dreams he thrashes and moans and fights invisible enemies. Usually, she wakes up before he gets too deep into the dream and wakes him up. She wakes him up as gently as possible, but this time she got too close before he was awake, and she became "the enemy." It is frightening.
Mom and I discussed the possibility that he should go to the hospital at Fort Snelling and see if there is help available, but Mom says that is out of the question. Lois told Mom that she had told Billy that maybe he needs some help to sleep easier and his answer to her was very definite:
"I am not going to any therapy. Not any kind of doctor ... I have had entirely too much ARMY and will not have any more in any form! I WILL get over this!" We hope he is right!
They visit in the time that follows a wake up. He is telling her more than he did at first about his experiences, but he would much rather talk about how things are now and then they make plans for coming days. Really, I think living close together like we are now is soothing to him. Lots going on (we girls keep it lively, no time to mope!) and activities include lots of fun and frolic.
I wonder if the trauma that our boys have been through has to be put aside and only relived when things seem safe and solid again ... when problems are solved and life moves on to new levels. Well, we try!
We are beginning to see our "Billy" coming back to replace "Motor Sergeant Dake"...
We take turns doing the shopping for groceries. This week it was Lois and Billy's week. They headed off for Howard Lake to see what Mr. Pudlitzke had gotten in to feast on. Most of the essentials are available now, but not much in the way of luxuries. Every once in a while there are good things available (and they usually are really good about finding them for the returned soldier in their midst, so it is a good idea for Billy to go shopping). Then Blanche and Jim do their shopping in his home town of Dassel -- better luck where they know who you are!
Now, tonight at the supper table, we got our "Billy" back, telling us the newest cute thing his bride had done! Here is his little story:
"Do you know all those little outhouses on our lake? Do you know Lois thinks we ought to get rid of them before people get an idea that the Howard Lake guys are "white trash"? Do you think we should set up a committee to have the toilets pulled out behind the woods somewhere? The two holers might be pretty hard to move now they are frozen in!"
"Bill Dake, you know I didn't say that ... but I surely never saw little houses sitting out on our lakes in the winter. And really they do look like outhouses, so there!"
Of course we all broke into laughter...
Now Jim added his two cents to the teasing, about "one holers" not having enough room, and he added a story about Lois on the trip home from Texas, until things went from funny to hilarious. Billy laughed until he sounded just like he used to.
Every day gives another day of healing.
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.
Photo © Virginia McCorkell
Buttons
BUTTON BOX
The button box story was just a dream. Ma had one of those little low cedar chests. It was just about the same height as the bed. I think she still has it. It's that one that's in the bedroom there. Those old sewing machines had button drawers on the side. They're pretty big. They must be over a foot long. It was about three fourths full of buttons. She had a little scarf on this chest and this drawer was sitting on there.
I was dreaming, and about every other night I'd dream something was after me, like a bull. We always had a bull that was kind of ugly. I'd have to go over to the pasture to get the cows. That stupid bull would act up about every time I'd go over there, just about. I used to carry a club and wallop him every once in a while. I was having a dream and I was running for the barn door to get into the barn. I just got to the barn and jerked open the door, but I got a hold of that dresser scarf and jerked that whole thing off on the floor.
Raddlety clatter! That whole bunch of buttons. Pretty soon I could hear Ma come shuffling, "shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle." I don't know. She thought the world had come to an end, I guess. Middle of the night. All that racket. Oh, brother.
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Photo © Sheldon Swenson
On Safari in Tarangire National Park.
African Wildlife Viewing Safari
by Mitzi Swenson
Dickinson, ND
It was about 75 miles from Arusha to Tarangire National Park, where we would begin the safari. Joseph, our driver and Rama, our cook, picked us up. When we got to the park, Joseph raised the roof on the land cruiser so when we stopped we could stand up and there was nothing but air between us and the animals.
As soon as we entered the park there were zebras. Usually, we didn't go five minutes without seeing something -- zebras, wildebeests, warthogs, impalas, elephants and giraffes in great numbers, lions, cheetahs, leopards, hyenas, monkeys, baboons, gazelles, hippopotamuses less frequently. There were lots of interesting birds, too, ranging from small, colorful songbirds to huge storks, vultures, flamingos, etc. Often there would be many animals to see if you looked every direction. It was truly amazing to see all the animals in their natural habitat.
Joseph was quiet spoken but had a wealth of knowledge; he could answer every question we thought of asking. For eight years he'd been a guide and it was clear he enjoyed what he was doing. He was very patient and would spot hidden animals and then point them out to us. Once we were about 25 feet from several lions that were totally unconcerned with our presence. We rarely spoke above a whisper so we wouldn't disturb the animals.
We spent parts of three days in Tarangire National Park and then half a day in the Ngorongoro Crater. From the top, the crater didn't look like much, but it was there where we saw the hippos, flamingos, gazelles, and hyenas which we hadn't seen in Tarangire National Park.
Rama, our cook, was fantastic. We feasted every meal and probably gained weight, not what we expected to do in Africa. Breakfast was always fresh fruit, eggs with veggies and toast, sausage, tea, and sometimes crepes or oatmeal. Lunch was packed in a white bakery box and contained a juice box, banana, muffin or empanada, piece of fried chicken, hard boiled egg, a bag of peanuts, a bag of potato chips, triangle of cheese and a chocolate bar. It was way more than we could eat.
When we got back to the campground in the evening, there was tea and popcorn or warm peanuts. Dinner was great; it started with delicious soup -- cream of leek, cream of zucchini or pumpkin (from scratch, no cans!). I would have been happy to eat just soup and bread but Kjirsten and Sheldon warned me there would be lots more food coming. Main dishes were pepper steak with fried potatoes accompanied by green beans and carrots or chicken stew with rice or spaghetti and meat sauce. Dessert was always fresh fruit, banana pudding or a banana fritter. Yum, Yum.
Kjirsten had her own tent and we were in a tent next to her. The campgrounds had several groups of people, each with their own cook. There was a warm shower available, which was great because we were very hot and sweaty and dusty by evening. Evenings were cool but comfortable.
The last night we were camped near the crater, Joseph warned us to look around before going to the bathroom in the night because elephants occasionally pass by the campground and there was evidence of animals everywhere. We ate our lunch the last day while driving because the picnic area had a troop of baboons who sometimes steal people's food. Naughty.
Now Sheldon is on his way home and Kjirsten and I will fly to Zanzibar to spend a few days in Stone Town and on Paje beach! This has been an amazing experience.
Photo Editor's Note: There are many photos (more than 200) and there will probably be a web gallery of the safari soon -- but not this week.
Where In The World Is Weston? S
Sports Giveth And Sports Taketh Away
by Weston Johnson
Maple Grove, MN
Last week I wrote about my trip to Tempe, Arizona, to watch the Gophers football team play in the Insight Bowl. As it turned out, that was only the beginning of a week filled with live sporting events. Joanna and I flew home from Arizona on New Year's Day. The following day (a Friday) I went back to work, where I was offered use of my company's Gophers hockey tickets for that night's game. We have four tickets, so I rounded up three buddies to head to the game. Our group included Shawn Ostendorf, who appreciated the opportunity to get out of the house on his last free weekend before Kierra's arrival.
The Gophers played the Brown University Bears, an Ivy League school whose players are apparently better at academics than they are at hockey. The Gophers won handily, but Brown could take pride in their team's clever nickname: the Bears. Get it? The Brown Bears? Ha!
I woke up on Saturday morning with no particular plans for the day. However, that would change soon, courtesy of a 9 o'clock phone call from my friend Isaac. He had tickets to the Gophers basketball game, which was to begin at 11 o'clock that morning. His brother had planned to attend, but backed out at the last minute, so he had an extra ticket. One of the advantages of having a reputation as a sports fan is I have become one of the first people to come to mind when one of my friends is looking to unload a ticket. I gladly accepted Isaac's invitation and headed back to campus, barely 12 hours after I had left it the night before.
The Gophers had an important conference game with Ohio State, and played one of their best games of the season, easily defeating the Buckeyes. It was great to watch the Gophers get a big win, and I also got to catch up with Isaac and his father-in-law, who happens to be my high school basketball coach.
At this point, I had seen three different University of Minnesota teams play in a span of four days. The Gophers combined for a 2-1 record, with the hockey and basketball wins offsetting some of the pain of the football team's loss in Tempe. I was done with Gophers games for the week, but had one more big game to attend the next day.
The Vikings had qualified for the playoffs with a win over the Giants the previous Sunday, and would host the Eagles in the first round of the playoffs the following Sunday afternoon. That Monday, the talk of the Minneapolis sports papers and radio talk shows was the possibility that the game may not be televised if the Vikings were not able to sell tens of thousands of tickets to the game within the next few days. I sent out a few emails and made a few phone calls, and soon had a group of five guys (myself included) who would do our part to stave off the TV blackout. We got our tickets ordered on Monday, before I left for Tempe on Tuesday.
The game was scheduled to start at 3:30 on Sunday afternoon. Our group decided to head downtown early to eat lunch at one of the restaurants near the Metrodome. We felt it was too cold to tailgate, although several hundred hardy souls were proving us wrong in the area parking lots by the time we arrived. We decided to eat at Matty B's, which seemed appropriate since it is owned by Vikings center Matt Birk. While I love tailgating for Gophers games, I was happy to eat my burger in the warmth of the great indoors.
Once we had finished our lunch, we headed to the Dome early to avoid getting stuck in a long security line. Since 9/11, security has increased at stadiums throughout the country. Every fan who enters the Metrodome for a Vikings game is subject to a pat-down and bag search, which allows the security guards to check for weapons and other contraband. The security personnel typically fails to keep up with the rush of patrons entering shortly before game time, resulting in a glut of fans waiting for their turn to have their personal space invaded. Standing in a slow-moving line didn't seem like a good idea in the cold weather, so we beat the rush and made it inside well before game time.
For the next hour or so, we watched the teams warm up on the field and participated in the taunting of the handful of brave Eagles fans who showed up for the game. The catcalls were generally good natured, as the Eagles are not natural rivals of the Vikings. However, I was particularly offended by a couple of Philly faithful wearing Reggie White Eagles jerseys.
Reggie White was a Hall of Fame defensive lineman who played several years in Philadelphia. An ordained minister, he was generally regarded as one of the true "good guys" in the NFL. Unfortunately, following his stint with the Eagles, he made the mistake of signing with the hated Green Bay Packers, who he led to a Super Bowl championship. As a Vikings fan, I have an irrational hatred of the Packers, to the extent that not even the universally beloved Reggie White escapes my wrath. The combination of Reggie White's name and number on the jersey of the day's opponent was almost too much to take. I had already wanted the Vikings to win. Now I REALLY wanted the Vikings to win.
By the opening kickoff, every seat in the Dome was filled and the decibel level was rising. Vikings fans had waited for several years for the chance to see the team in the playoffs again. When the Vikings defense took the field, the noise was deafening as the crowd tried to disrupt the Eagles' offensive signals. It was fun to be a part of a crowd that brought so much energy to the game.
Unfortunately, the Vikings didn't seem to match our energy. While the defense generally held the Eagles to field goals, the offense couldn't muster much of an attack. Our young quarterback, Tarvaris Jackson, was struggling and the fans were getting restless. I happened to be wearing a Jackson replica jersey, and I hoped the crowd's building hostility toward our quarterback would not be directed at me in the form of a hail of hot dogs, drink cups and other makeshift projectiles.
Despite the Vikings' struggles, they managed to keep the game close until the bottom fell out in the fourth quarter. The Eagles outscored the Vikings 10-0 in that final period. When an Eagles field goal gave them a 12 point lead with two minutes remaining, my friends and I had seen enough. We headed through the turnstiles into the crisp air of a December night. A day that started with so much promise ended with a long, cold walk to the parking lot.
In retrospect, I should have known what I was getting myself into. While I love to watch the Vikings, they have a history of breaking my heart. This past Christmas, I received a very appropriate gift, a book titled My Least Favorite Team is My Favorite Team. I can relate to the sentiment. Written by a fellow long-suffering Vikings fan, the book recounts the many low points in Vikings history, from the merely disappointing to the truly gut-wrenching.
I can't say the Vikings are my least favorite team -- the Packers have a solid claim on that position, as I mentioned earlier. But the Vikings may very well be my second most hated team, despite their paradoxical standing as my favorite team. As it turned out, that Sunday was a perfect reflection of this phenomenon. I had a great time hanging out with my friends, I enjoyed being part of a raucous crowd. But, as is usually the case when it comes to the Vikings, the day ended up cold and dark.
Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of 5
Hetty Hooper
This Week's Special Days
January 19---Martin Luther King Day
January 20---Inauguration Day
This Week's Birthdays
January 19---Trevor Jayce Roberson (8 years old)
January 20---Lois Dake
January 22---Timothy Mellon
January 24---Marloes de Been
Happy Birthday!
This Week's Anniversaries
January 24---David "Beaver" and Donna Anderson Johnson (15 years)
Congratulations!
More January Birthdays
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January 3---Brandon Hellevang
January 3---Virginia (Dake) McCorkell
January 4---Harry "Junior" Anderson
January 4---Nathan Hill
January 5---Jayce Michael Chap (10 years old)
January 5---Krista Rae Weiland (9 years old)
January 6---Sean Thomas Cannon (10 years old)
January 6---Kierra Elizabeth Ostendorf (newborn)
January 7---Logan Benjamin Henderson (1 year old)
January 8---Rosanna Miller Dahlinger
January 11---Brandon Harvey Lehtola (6 years old)
January 13---Russ Riesenberg
January 15---Shea Ashley Birkholz
January 30---Whitney Johnson
January 30---Madilyn Mae Larson (2 years old)
January 31---Larry McCorkell
January Anniversaries
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January 24---David "Beaver" and Donna Anderson Johnson (15 years)
January Special Days
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January 1---New Year's Day
January 19---Martin Luther King Day
January 20---Inauguration Day
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?
Everyone!
Miss Hetty
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I'm getting ready to check about some things to send you about your future memoir article. This week's installment is so interesting ... thanks for taking the time to do this; it will mean a lot to all of our family.
Carol Dake Printz
Sidney, NE
HI! I am in middle of cleaning but I had to stop and bring up The Bulletin!
I was just sliding through it -- knowing I'd come back later -- all of a sudden I stopped!
"When was that picture taken?" Not looking closely -- and THEN! I saw it was YOU, NOT ME, after all. So I left it up and called to Ken to come in and see a picture.
Then I asked him, "How old do you think I was on that picture?"
He sat down, looked the picture over and said, "Well, quite young." And then I told him it was YOU ... and he was embarrassed to not guess.
Anyway, we dressed alike, even -- I had a dress something like that.
Also, he was talking to son Brad in Boise as I was doing this 'n that -- and then he called out to me to tell me that "Brad says he really appreciates the Johnson family!"
"Of course," I replied. "Naturally -- they're from Minnesota!"
We joke about Minnesota quite a bit. But I am thankful not to have your winter; it is not so much winter here -- but chilly -- 59 degrees -- the sun is shining.
Ruth Kitto
Apache Junction, AZ
Hi Mom: I just now finished reading The Bulletin. What a very, very good idea it was for you to write this new series. Reading about all of you at that time in your lives is so priceless. I enjoyed it so much and I'm sending you a big thank you and encouragement to write lots more!
Marlene Anderson Johnson
Boise, ID
I SO enjoyed your writing, Mom! That was FUN! I had a chuckle, thinking about Grandpa not liking the "new" song running through his head. Guess I'd agree with him, with this kind of weather we are having.
I also want to mention how beautiful Sarah's "highbush cranberries" was. I'd love to do a print of that picture (as well as MANY of Ginny's!). Is that a possibility?
Donna Anderson Johnson
Ashby, MN
Photo Editor's Note: Photo files in The Bulletin are designed for screen viewing; the files are much too weak to print well. If you want good prints, you should arrange it directly with the photographers, who have larger, original files. The © sign under photographs is a reminder to check with the individual photographers if you want printed reproductions of their pictures.
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by Betty Droel
MoundsView, MN
The most outstanding thing to me this time was the color of the word The Bulletin, and the color of the beautiful highbush cranberries that were also that shade of red. Colors fascinate me, but numbers do not. I know personalities tend to lean more to one strength or the other, but a few people are both. So, this first picture impressed me with the color, but if I have to find out what 2 x 2 is, I ask Roy (smile). Actually, I worked as a bookkeeper for many years, but with the help of a calculator.
I was very happy to see the dining room picture at the lunch for Lois, as those children have certainly grown since they were in The Bulletin last.
The picture of Lelan Elaine Brown showed she is looking just like her brother, who was lying beside her. So, Sully and his brother have a sister now. Wonder if she has blue eyes?
Our Bulletin announces all the arrivals with a fanfare, and next we get acquainted with Kierra Elizabeth Ostendorf. That looks like a very happy and excited mom and dad, and such a perfect little baby. Do I see a little red heart on her forehead? I hope we get an update after McKenna is introduced to her new sister.
Looks like the Mellon family is about ready to disturb that lovely table setting and casserole -- good thing they got the picture right then. The Mellon relation will be so happy for those good family pictures.
Tom and Mavis will never be lonesome, even if they are way down there in Florida. We wouldn't mind visiting them ourselves. Our zero weather and all the snow keeps us confined these days. Both Roy and I enjoy just being home and quiet and peaceful, so when it's a real Minnesota winter day we don't plan to go anywhere.
Thank you for the very nice update of Krista's 9th birthday. I had sent such dark pictures; how our photo editor lightened them to see all the details is a mystery to me. Both Shalana and Krista are so sweet and appreciative that it's fun to remember them on their birthdays, or any other time, too.
Memory Lane was a very precious feature in this Bulletin. At first I wondered about all the blue lines in the story, and then I realized that each one led to more details in the archive. It would be nice to think back on all that family history and renew memories again, especially of those that have been gone now for so long. These experiences are all long before I ever became acquainted with the Dakes and Millers, but it was fascinating to me to have this part of their life's story.
It was nostalgic to see that picture of Jim and Blanche's wedding, which had Dick and Dorothy on it. We don't ever forget those who have gone from our midst.
It was quite thrilling to me to see our editor, our Matriarch, standing there in her loveliness, not ever dreaming how polio would soon change her life forever. We love her, Jazzy and all; it is the inward beauty we have learned to love.
That was a lot of snow! Not often we have such a snowfall, but anything can happen in a Minnesota winter. I have a wooden figurine of a snowman that Oscar and Jean Lund made, and the slogan on it says "Let it Snow." I remember that song, too.
The Tote Roads story by Bruce would be very interesting and understandable to someone from that era, but I can only try to visualize what such roads would be like. I remember driving up and down Highway #1, so the story held some interest for me.
Well, a lot happened between last week's Travelogue and this week's Travelogue. Mitzi has joined the hikers, and they look like twins in their outfits. Actually, triplets, if you look at Sheldon in the web gallery. That would have taken a lot of time to put the web gallery together with the captions included, etc., But thank you, as it was most interesting to study each picture.
Where in the world is Weston? Yes, we do wonder that! We found out, and once again he came through with his creative ability to draw scenes with words for us to enter into their trip and excitement and disappointments. I guess I was most happy for Weston not to be alone. What a happiness to be able to share with someone, and that there is a common interest in the same sports. Thanks for the picture, Weston, and I read between the lines with the plans to go each year to the Gopher's bowl game.
How fitting to have Madi Larson's expression following Weston's story! The extreme fan frustration. You really have to laugh at that.
The CHUCKLES was so cute, with brand new Kierra's big yawn. This is only the beginning, little girl -- Lots of excitement ahead!
The Bulletin was full and captivating again, which means the Editor and Photo Editor spent a lot of time gathering up and sorting out and placing stories and pictures in their strategic locations. Thank you again from hopefully, loyal subscribers.
Betty Droel
CHUCKLES
Photo © Troy & Marlee Freesemann
It isn't easy being green; Jett's a bit uneasy, too.
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