Sunday, September 19, 2004
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||Brianna and I were married on Wednesday, September 1, 2004, on the banks of the Mississippi River in Sauk Rapids, Minnesota. Present were two witnesses, the Justice of the Peace, our dog Otto and the bride and groom. The sun was shining and there was a pleasant breeze that reduced the humidity considerably. Otto enjoyed chasing rocks in the river during the simple ceremony that was mercifully short and to the point. All in all, it was a beautiful way to start our new lives together and we enjoyed it very much.
At left: Brianna & Douglas Anderson-Jordet Wed
Once I Was A Writer
by Larry Dake
Once, I was a writer. Not a good writer, but a writer nonetheless. Writing was an affliction. Not a gift. A desperate euphoric need. A blank sheet of paper? More exciting than a good book! Pen in hand, ink would flow. I would write feverishly, allowing no story to go untold.
But that was then. Today, I sit motionless before another blank sheet of paper. Not a writer. But a vegetable. The vastness and the emptiness and the whiteness of the virgin page lies before me. My pen, an old and dried out sponge. My brain, a really-ripe zucchini squash.
Wait! Did I really write "...the virgin page lies before me"?
Hey look! The ink's beginning to flow!
To be continued...
Photo Editor's Note: Larry sent us this little teaser and we wanted to see more, so we added To be continued... hopefully... The editor decided it was time to introduce us and bring Doug into the discussion, so she wrote an e-mail that resulted in the exchange excerpted below. We thought you might like to see it, too. Of course, we are also hoping there might be some more contributors out there who will be inspired to join the Tom Sawyer picket fence whitewashing editorial crew that brings you The Bulletin each week...
Dorothy said: His sister told me once that Larry did free lancing.... I decided the author should meet the other editor, so this is a little introduction --
Jerrianne is co-producer of The Bulletin. She lives in Alaska and has done professional photography and writing there. The way she and I got connected was through family. Donna is married to her brother Beaver, and Donna sent The Bulletin to Jerrianne, who had just been given an orphan kitten by another sister who lives in Alaska. Donna loved Jerrianne's account of that event and sent me an episode. I asked her if I could publish it in my little paper and that is how it all started. Jerrianne and I are thrilled whenever we find new talent.
A little synopsis of Larry's background:
Larry, Donnie, and Shari [and Genelle] were best of buddies growing up. Larry married a girl who exactly suits him. They have been to lots of interesting places and he has had lots of varied work. Most of it has been near to nature and also very well done -- a cobbler, a shepherd, a free-lance writer, and now a job whose title I forget, but a manager of people who are disadvantaged but have jobs they are able to do. I am sure he has had many other experiences.
One more comment -- from Doug (after he got a sneak peek at the above submission):
Doug said: We must coax him to write a genuine story! We could use some help!
Larry said: Thanks Doug! I want you to know your stories have inspired me. And, wow, what an illustrator you have! You guys make a great team.
Hi Jerrianne. Nice to meet you. We visited your great state in July this year. What kind of photography do you do?
I started out doing stock photography, primarily of sheep and sheep dogs. The sheep publications ran out of places to use my pictures so I started writing as a way to sell more pictures -- as illustrations for the articles. I sold roughly ten sheep and sheep dog articles. In addition, I sold several articles to Back Home magazine. One on remodeling a house with recycled materials and one about rural septic systems -- not your family letter sort of thing.
However, there are some sheep and sheepdog articles and a few e-mails that could maybe be reworked a bit for your readers.
To make a long story short -- there was so much lag time from conceiving an article to getting paid for it (often over a year) that writing for part of our income was unfeasible. I must confess I also became frustrated with editors who neglected to return photos or returned them damaged.
I got full time work that was full time and overtime and no time for writing. My pen and the writing spirit really did dry up. I'm also sitting on 100's of very high quality slides of sheep and sheep dogs.
I would like you to be clear that I am giving only one-time-rights. In the back of my mind I'd still like to write a collection of stories for a book, or break into a major market. (Dreamers dream!) So I want to be free to use anything I've written previously.
If I send anything that doesn't fit, or you just don't like it -- feel free to reject it. You can be sure when you send the rejection slip that it is only the latest one of many that have come before. I don't take them personally. In fact an outside opinion on occasion is often a great learning experience.
I'm interested in writing recreationally (or call it therapy). As the lumberjacks would say -- to keep my saw in the wood. Let's wait and see if I can write something your readers relate to. And see how much time I can commit. I'll see if I can find something to forward to you.
Jerrianne said: You have my interest. I grew up on a sheep farm ... long since converted to pigs and cows when the economics of wool and mutton went negative. We spent a lot of our youth chasing sheep from one pasture to another, fencing them in, rounding them up and feeding, shearing, worming, dipping and babysitting them during lambing season. All with the help of trusty sheep dogs. Though when I saw sheep dogs in action in New Zealand I realized we had never seen anything remotely like them in Minnesota. You must have an abundance of wonderful material to adapt, at the very least.
The Bulletin is exactly the sort of place where writing and photography become fun again. The Bulletin, as far as I know, is recreational writing and does not require any specific commitment to multiple submissions. We do appreciate it when people follow through with sending in articles they've promised for a specific issue, or at least give timely notice if they won't be able to send the material by our deadlines, so we can fill in the gaps. However, we love getting lots of material that we can use for the current issue or hold for a future issue if the current one becomes unwieldy. (It happens!)
We haven't done a lot of rejecting here ... except for a few photos that were unredeemable, even with Photoshop CS ... but are more likely to suggest tweaking to make a piece work for The Bulletin. This has been a weekly variety show with all kinds of things ... a little something for everybody without worrying that every piece suits every reader. It's free, so everybody gets their money's worth and they can choose to read it or not.
The whole project is a labor of love by people who love doing it. Dorothy doubles our "pay" every so often, but the truth is we can't kick about the money because there isn't any. Dorothy does the coaxing and cajoling and collecting. I resize and optimize the photos and place it all on a web page, which she then copies to create the e-mails.
We'd love to hear from you ... and we hope you'll write, just because it's a joy to do so ... that's what keeps us motivated. We'd love to have you join the party. And... that goes for the rest of The Bulletin readership, too!
VACATION UPDATE -- alligator wrestling
by Weston Johnson
As reported in a previous edition of The Bulletin, I took a vacation in New Orleans this past April. During my time in the Big Easy, I had an adventure that I didn’t mention in my first report. It made for such an unbelievable tale, I wanted to wait until I had photographic proof to dispel any potential doubts about the veracity of my story. Since I tend to go through film about as fast as Michael Jordan goes through hairspray, I only recently developed the film used to take the amazing picture you’ll see below. Now I finally have the long awaited proof I need. So without further ado…
On one day of my vacation, my friends and I signed up to take an airboat tour of the Bayou region south of the City. After about a half-hour bus ride, we reached the tour headquarters and boarded the boat. Our tour guide took us out on the Bayou, showing us alligators and other wildlife, while filling us in on the history of the area. It was a fun trip, and when we returned to the docks we thought our adventure was over. But that was when one of us noticed a nearby sign:
(no experience necessary)
Needless to say, this caught our attention. We followed the sign and soon came to a demonstration of alligator wrestling: a man wrestling an alligator in a small ring in front of an attentive crowd. We were pretty impressed at his bravery as he grappled with the gator. Soon he had the animal subdued, much to the delight of his captive audience. Once the cheers of the crowd had subsided, he asked who among us was man enough to step into the ring to square off against the mighty beast. He warned that this activity was not for the faint of heart. It could be deadly, or even fatal!
Disregarding his dire warnings, I stepped up and volunteered to fight. Doubting my sanity, my friends tried to stop me. But as I proved that time when someone bet me I couldn’t pat my head and rub my belly at the same time, I’m never one to back down from a challenge.
As I stepped into the ring and eyed my opponent, a mean, ugly reptile with razor sharp claws, a whip-like tail and teeth as sharp and jagged as broken glass, I began to question my previous bravado. But this was no time to back down. I made my move on the deadly beast, using one hand to grab its snout while attempting to wrap its body with my other arm. He snapped his head mightily to the left, throwing me across the ring. Now I knew I had a fight on my hands.
Next, I tried a new tactic: I leapt onto his back, wrapping him with both arms. He struggled but couldn’t break my grip. That’s when I knew I had him where I wanted him. I quickly released one of my arms, using my now free hand to grab his snout and pull it back. This caused his head to arch toward his back, taking away his leverage. He struggled a bit more but couldn’t shake me. It was then that he knew he’d been beat and I knew I was victorious.
As the crowd cheered and the ladies in the audience swooned over my courage and manliness, one of my friends snapped a picture of me subduing my mighty foe, providing me with indisputable proof of my accomplishment. In case any of the readers are dubious of my story, I have attached that picture below…
Photo Editor's Note: Miss Hetty fell in love with this picture, grabbed it and wouldn't let go. Scroll down to her column to see the conquering hero and his wily reptilian opponent.
FINE DINING UPDATE
Patty and Curt visited The Chanticleer with some friends Tuesday night and enjoyed a sampling of fine cuisine that I had cooked up just for them. Patty had the Alaskan Halibut that was pan seared and served over a wild mushroom ragout of Golden Chanterelles and Hen of the Woods mushrooms with a purple rice risotto. Curt enjoyed a pancetta-wrapped filet mignon with the same assortment of mushrooms and garlic pomme purée. They opened with grilled portabella mushroom caps, chilled white shrimp and vegetarian spring rolls in a spicy Thai dipping sauce.
It was fun to feed family and friends, although I was a little nervous. I think I pulled it off, because everyone seemed quite pleased.
Executive Chanticleer Chef
Curt, Patty, Doug (center) & friends at The Chanticleer
Curt and I had a fine dining experience this week that I would like to share with The Bulletin readers. We were treated like royalty on Tuesday night. Two couples, and Curt and I experienced dining at its best at The Chanticleer in St. Cloud. We have been trying to make this evening happen since this past spring, and I have to say it was worth the wait.
We arrived a little before 7 and a very beautifully prepared table was waiting for us. We started with coffee and iced tea. (I must say, they even know how to brew the coffee ... you coffee drinkers know how important that is!) The head chef appeared in a stunning black chef's coat and explained to us the evening's special. I'm thinking that he doesn't do this for all the tables, but we, of course, being the royalty that we felt we were, had the opportunity to meet him in person.
He explained that he had just received his order of a very rare mushroom that is only available for three weeks out of the year. I now know why he was excited about the shipment. I can say I have never enjoyed mushrooms like that ever before! He explained the evening's special of halibut, prepared so perfectly. He also recommended the filet mignon.
We started with an appetizer "sampler." It was quite a feast in itself, but amazingly enough, we ate the platter clean! The portabello mushrooms with cheese was a true favorite; however, the spring rolls (is that fresh ginger I taste?) didn't get left behind and the gigantic shrimp were gone. We were also served a variety of warm breads that were marvelous. Then came the mountain of food.
The halibut was served with those glorious mushrooms, fresh asparagus spears, perfectly steamed baby carrots, and bok choy, all atop a glorious serving of wild rice. The filet was perfectly prepared and instead of rice was served with the most generous, sinful portion of mashed potatoes --- and not just your "normal" potatoes, I might add.
When we could no longer feel our legs because our belts were too tight, the dessert tray came to our table for viewing. Glorious cheesecakes, but the dessert that caught my eye was a deliciously prepared chocolate bread pudding swimming atop a Crème Brûlée that was laced with raspberry, I believe. One of the men we were with had all he could do to not pick up the plate and lick it clean. (His wife finally took the spoon out of his hand so he'd quit scraping the plate!)
If any of you would like to experience dining at its finest, make reservations at The Chanticleer in St. Cloud. The creator of this feeding frenzy was my own brother, Doug Anderson-Jordet! He makes a gal proud!!! (and fat!) Hats off to you, Doug; keep up the great work. We'll be back!
by Kim Johnson
I actually do Like my classes this year. It's pretty easy. What else can you expect from a Senior?
I have Videography, which consists of the morning announcements on video (for the school) and then another area that we touch on is Black and White Photography ... which, of course, I'm thrilled about. We have already taken pictures, turned them into negatives and then developed about five of them. I hope that it still stays as fun as this ... because it sure is interesting to me. I like my teacher, as well, because he's pretty laid back. We can pretty much make up our own ideas, and that's a plus! ;)
I also have Humanities 1 and 2, Statistics 2, study halls, band, and then Ceramics. It's not too complicated ... but tons of fun. It's kind of a nice way to end my school career.
Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
by Weston Johnson
The World War II Memorial
As Donna reported last week, she, along with Lori, my dad (Beaver) and I, spent several days vacationing in Washington, D.C., over Labor Day weekend. We saw and did so much that it's tough to cover everything, so I'll try to narrow it down and write about one thing at a time.
We spent much of the day Friday on foot, touring the various monuments and memorials located along the Mall, including the World War II, Korean and Viet Nam War memorials. Each of three war memorials we visited have very different layouts and features, so it was interesting to see how the designers of each chose to commemorate the wars and those who fought and died in them. Each memorial has its own way of conveying the overall impact of the war, while also reminding visitors of their personal costs.
The Vietnam War Memorial consists of a black granite wall, into which is etched the name of each American dead or missing after the war, a total of over 58,000 names. When we visited, much of the wall was covered as the result of renovations currently being completed, but even the partial section we were able to view included thousands of names. Being able to view all of those individual names really individualizes the losses, rather than just stating them in terms of a number that is hard to comprehend.
We also visited the World War II Memorial, which just opened on Memorial Day of this past year. The World War II Memorial is set on a grander scale than the others, covering a large area of the mall near the Washington Monument. The picture below gives some idea of the large scale of the Memorial. It consists of a ring of pillars (one representing each U.S. state and territory) surrounding a large pool with spectacular fountains. Within the memorial is a field of 4,000 gold stars, each of which represents 100 American deaths. On the day we visited we saw a number of World War II veterans at the Memorial, many visiting with their families. They looked like they were proud to have a memorial after so many years, and a very impressive memorial at that.
The Korean War Memorial is probably the least famous of the three we visited, but I found it to be the most interesting. The dominant features of the Memorial are 19 life size statues of soldiers in a triangle formation, as though they are trudging through an unfamiliar battlefield. Next to the soldiers is a black granite wall with actual photographs of soldiers etched into the surface, which you can see in the picture below. The surface of the wall also reflects the 19 statues, creating the appearance of a 38-man formation, representing the 38th parallel, which separates North and South Korea.
Ahead of the soldiers is an American flag, and a pool. On the edge are notes on the number of dead, missing and injured among the U.S. and U.N. soldiers. Those numbers convey the number of losses suffered, while the pictures help you visualize their personal stories. Meanwhile the soldiers remind one of the reality of the war. Although they are only statues, their faces and poses convey the worry and fear of being at war in an unfamiliar land. When we visited the Memorial after sundown, the statues lent an almost ghostly presence to the grounds.
Next week I plan to write more about our trip, when I will explain how we visited the homes of all 43 presidents in just two days, with a special appearance from the next Miss America.
The Korean War Memorial
The Bolivian Beat
By Mitzi Swenson (Kjirsten's mom)
Kjirsten returned to Bolivia at the end of July, and in August her older brother, Shane, and his friend Jayna Lee from Santa Barbara, California, and Kjirsten's younger brother Derek, and I joined her for almost two weeks. We spent time with her Bolivian host family in Cochabamba, visited the village of Morochata where she's been volunteering, and traveled to La Paz, Copacabana, Lake Titicaca, Sucre, Tarambuco, Potosi and went to a huge Bolivian festival. I'm filling in for her until she resumes writing. Currently, she's off on a vaccinating adventure in some isolated villages with the hospital team.
Switchbacks along the road back to La Paz
We have just returned to Sucre after spending a night in Potosi, the highest city in the world! It was cold here, even snowed a couple of flakes for us today. The airport runway is 4 kilometers long but I wouldn't want to fly there. It's sketchy enough going in and out of La Paz. It felt like we would never stop and never take off in the thin air.
We contracted a taxi for the $2.50 an hour ride there Monday morning. After lunch we visited a cooking competition in the plaza and feasted on things like cream puffs drenched in honey, banana bread soaked in something sweet, api -- a hot corn drink in yellow and purple varieties, etc. We puffed to the top of a church for great views of the city and then Shane and Jayna left for Sucre to catch the first of their four flights back to Santa Barbara.
Last evening, we listened to live Bolivian music in a converted church. It was cold and by the time we returned to our room in a converted monastery, I was shivering. Three layers later, from head to toe, and under five heavy wool blankets, I warmed up during the night. No temptation to shower. Today, we toured the former mint. Tons of silver are still mined there in horrible conditions. Now we're back in Sucre, the proud owners of some beautiful weavings.
Driving is an adventure; they drive on the best side of the road, usually the wrong side or middle. In their defense, they beep their horn before blind curves, or when about to hit someone or an animal. This is the last city on our adventure, but the location of the store for a great brand of Bolivian chocolate. Stop by for a piece next week!
Left: decorated vehicle near a church that conducts the blessing of the cars.
Right: street stalls with some things to buy for decorating the cars.
Home Cookin' H
by Jerrianne Lowther
The season on Concord Grapes is very short -- a couple of weeks, in my experience. I've never canned grape juice like my mother did and I haven't made grape jelly in years, but seeing Concord grapes in the store makes me hungry for grape pie. More than 20 years ago, we hosted annual grape squeezing parties in September to process grapes and freeze them for pies. We made the pies and served them at get togethers during long Alaska winters. It's a rather tedious and messy process and it was a lot more fun with a group of friends. I think of Concord Grape Pie as the ultimate berry pie, well worth a little extra effort, and so rich you'll want to share it.
In honor of Miss Kitty's first anniversary here, I bought some grapes and baked a pie today. We've invited my sister Kathlyn and her husband, Argyle, and Pretty Kitty to tea. After all, if they hadn't rescued Miss Kitty from the dog park and given her to me, we'd have no anniversary to celebrate!
Remove and save skins from 5-1/3 cups Concord grapes (a 12 oz. container is about right).
Put pulp into saucepan without water and bring to a rolling boil. While hot, rub through strainer to remove seeds. (My old fashioned fruit press works perfectly for this.) Mix strained pulp with the reserved skins. You should now have 2 cups of prepared grapes.
Mix 1-1/3 cups sugar with 1/4 cup flour and mix it lightly through the grapes.
Sprinkle with 1-1/4 tsp. lemon juice and 1/4 tsp. salt.
Pour grapes into pastry-lined 9" pie pan and dot with 1-1/2 tsp. butter.
Cover with top crust with generous slits cut in it. Bake in preheated 425 degree oven for 35-45 minutes, until crust is browned and juice begins to bubble through the slits. (I place the oven rack on the bottom shelf to make sure the under crust gets done.)
Serve small slices cool or slightly warm, not hot ... with vanilla ice cream. It's rich!
This and That
by Elaine Wold
This is a poem I wrote some years ago. It was published in the North Dakota Rural Electric magazine and in our county newspaper.
DAKOTA AUTUMN DAY
It's autumn in Dakota! what pleasantness to know
The beauteous hues of nature from God's palette now bestowed.
The reds, the golds and ambers display the various hues
As brilliant leaves reflect against accent of skies of blue.
The goldenrod is whispering in the breeze-swept prairie grass
To Black-eyed Susans, answering, by bowing as they pass.
Lazy , fuzzy caterpillars, sleeping in the sun--
Squirrels gathering , hoarding, friskily they run.
Distant sound of tractor brings the smell of new-plowed earth,
With bounteous harvest ended, and gratitude its worth.
The fragrance, too of burning leaves as smoke curls to the sky,
While long-necked geese make silhouettes as they pass, honking by.
The corn hangs ripe. Its rustling leaves are crisp, and crackling dry.
And down the lane the apple trees with red-cheeked fruit hangs high.
Bright plumaged pheasants darting as yellow school bus passed,
While warmth of autumn's sun recedes as lengthening shadows cast.
A chilly breeze in evening comes, with spiders spinning webs,
And darkness comes more easily as shorter days now ebbs.
It's autumn in Dakota! See the sun's last sinking ray!
A tranquil, restful feeling comes to end a perfect day!
Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of 5
This Week's Birthdays:
September 19---Nathanial Kurtis Seaman (3 years old)
September 21---Jessica Aydelotte
September 24---Wyatt Johnson
More September Birthdays:
September 2---Patty Anderson
September 2---Brianna Jordet
September 2--Stanley Dake
September 3--Eric Printz
September 3---Charlie Quick
September 4--Wiley Nelson
September 5---Lori Chap
September 5---Genelle Mogck
September 7---Brendan Aydelotte
September 12---Lindsey Hellevang
September 15---Shari Schweiger
September 15---Carolyn Dake
September 28---Donald L. Anderson
September 30---Sheldon Swenson
September 1---Doug and Brianna Anderson-Jordet (next year!)
September 4---Carolyn and Ernie Dake (33 years)
September Holidays & Observances
September 6---Labor Day
Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Thank you for the smiles!
Thanks so much for the e-card for our anniversary. That was so thoughtful of you. Also the only card we got, so it seemed extra special.
Yesterday was my birthday. I share one with Sharon. :) It has been many years since we celebrated together but it would be fun to do so sometime again in our lives.
I just looked on last year's calendar and today is another "anniversary"! Miss Kitty came home with me a year ago today (September 17). I didn't even know whether I'd get to keep her then, but what a "keeper" she has turned out to be! We'll have to figure out a special way to celebrate. Whoever heard of an anniversary with a cat? But she's a perfect companion for me.
That Weston! Don't you just love his stories? The editors insisted they must have Doug & Brianna's photo for the top of the page and the Chanticleer photo for the Fine Dining Update, so I said this photo of a handsome, eligible Minnesota bachelor with a great sense of humor ought to run in my column.
Weston & Conquered Alligator
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?
+ LETTERS TO THE EDITORS?
Hey Don, I remember all the gadgets you used to tie on to your cars. And I do believe the reason we had an artesian well was so you would have plenty of water to wash your car. You always had it so clean. (Our muddy roads didn't help any.) The white side walls were always white. No black curb marks -- of course with those curb feelers you were saved from getting too close to the curb. Now we have a sensor that rings when we are getting too close to something (curb or car behind).
You should write about Carl's funeral and the snowplow; did it break down or did the path storm in again, or both? I kind of forgot that chapter.
You didn't make yourself clear on Carl. Carl Grob? Carl Anderson ??? maybe? funeral?
I was not here for Carl Grob's funeral; I had surgery at that time. If you meant Carl Anderson, that was in 1946 February; I was in the Navy and in San Diego at the time he died. You can see this in the Anderson History.
It was nice to be able to finally sit down again and give The Bulletin the attention it deserves. I almost prefer a shorter issue so I can really take it all in, not that I don't enjoy the epic issues!
It was also neat to finally see the Travelogue masthead; the train looks pretty snazzy! I also finally looked at the link that Jerrianne made for my stories; what a good job she did with that!
Dad's column was funny; I think he should do a weekly called The Nostalgic North Dakotan. What do you think?
Thanks again for the first rate reading material!
It is really weird to e-mail on a new computer... It is so instant! I feel like Tarzan with an electric carving knife! I am happy to finally have time to get back in the e-mail routine; it is relaxing and calms my nerves.
Photo Editor's Note: for a few short stories written by Douglas Anderson-Jordet and illustrated by Brianna Anderson-Jordet, collected from past editions of The Bulletin, click here:
I enjoyed reading The Bulletin. I read it before I read the Star Tribune. This news is so much more relevant!
Bravo to another Bulletin. I've decided I already know most of these people or at least try to figure them out. I really enjoy all your stories, your dad's, etc. You guys have a very special thing going on here, wish everyone was as talented as your family!
Anyway, just wanted to thank you again for including me in your Bulletin.
I have enjoyed the Bulletins so much. It was so fun to see the post from Uncle Tom a few weeks ago. He mentioned how he and my Dad were close to the Dakes. Grandpa and Grandma Dake were always very loved and respected in our household as we were growing up.
You need not apologize in any way for questionable dates. You have done a great job and I am sure many others feel as I do. Your e-mail brings the family back together in a way we could never achieve without it. We are all so spread out for many miles and with such diverse lives.
Thanks for the weekly mail!
Editor's Note: We've corrected the anniversary date for Carolyn & Ernie to September 4 in Miss Hetty's Birthday & Anniversary Calendar.
I hope this letter is on time for The Bulletin. I just wanted to say thanks to Doug and Brianna for their story. It's amazing how well those two work together. It's wonderful that they found each other. Now they can entertain for years to come! Great job, you two.
Observation to Dad: I remember calling the gas pedal the foot feed and I'm not even all that old. Just thought you should know. :-)
How much does it cost to run an ad? :)
I was wondering if there is any way I might be able to find a brooch of Grandma Dake's? I've started to wear them a lot and I thought it would be nice to have one, if anyone had one that they would be willing to give up. I'm sure anyone who has one is pretty attached to it, but I thought that it would be worth a shot! So if you could run this in The Bulletin, that would be wonderful!
Be Careful, Your Sins May Find You Out.
Have you ever told a white lie? Then you are going to love this. For all ladies who bake for church events...
Alice was to bake a cake for the church ladies' group bake sale, but she forgot to do it until the last minute. She baked an angel food cake and when she took it from the oven, the center had dropped flat. She said, "Oh dear, there's no time to bake another cake." So, she looked around the house for something to build up the center of the cake. Alice found it in the bathroom ... a small roll of toilet paper. She plunked it into the middle of the cake and then covered it with icing.
The finished product looked beautiful, so she rushed it to the church. Alice then gave her daughter some money and instructions to be at the sale the minute it opened and to buy that cake and bring it home. When the daughter arrived at the sale, the attractive cake had already been sold.
Alice was beside herself. A couple of days later, Alice was invited to a friend's home where two tables of bridge were to be played that afternoon. After the game, a fancy lunch was served, and to top it off, the cake in question was presented for dessert.
Alice saw the cake, she started to get out of her chair to rush into the kitchen to tell her hostess all about it, but before she could get to her feet, one of the other ladies said, "What a beautiful cake!" Alice sat back in her chair when she heard the hostess (a prominent church member) say:
"Why thank you; I baked it myself."
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