Sunday, January 14, 2007
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UPDATE -- plenty of snow in the Southwest
I just have some time here after my first day of the winter semester to write you a note to let you know how Ryan and I are doing. I hope that you are doing well and keeping busy!
Ryan and I had a nice winter break. We both took off the week of Christmas to relax and do some fun things besides work and school! The holiday season is not kind to Ryan at work; UPS runs over 60,000 packages a shift the few weeks before Christmas day, so needless to say he needed a vacation.
We started the week off in Flagstaff, Arizona, with Ryan's grandparents, parents, siblings and a few uncles from Idaho and California. We headed back home on Monday and 3 a.m. Tuesday morning headed to Wolf Creek Ski Area. We met the Minnesota Hendersons there and had an awesome day of powder and exhilaration!
We then had Rorke and Leatha Murphy stay with us Thursday night -- the night the storm that stranded the Hendersons in Albuquerque started. Friday we had dinner with the Henderson clan at El Pinto and then proceeded to build the biggest snow man I have ever seen. We think it is about 9-10 feet tall. That was only after we popped the tire on Ryan's truck right off the rim fooling around in the snow. We had Rorke and Leatha with us until Sunday afternoon because of the snow.
After that very busy week, it is back to work and school. I am taking Accounting 101, Intermediate College Algebra and Geography. Should be a busy year, to say the least. We also had our Albuquerque special meetings last Sunday and will be heading to Santa Fe for special meetings this coming weekend.
We are planning our next ski trip to the Taos area, so anyone who wants to, feel free to join us!
UPDATE -- another ski vacation in the works
Adriana's family and Aaron will be going to Taos this next week. Adriana's will leave on Thursday, 11th and drive straight through. Aaron will fly up Friday morning of the 12th into Albuquerque, New Mexico. He has a football banquet the night of the 12th he needed to attend (and at this stage he does not need to miss school). He then will shuttle to Taos.
They will ski for a few days and come home Monday, January 15th. Aaron is out of school on the 12th and 15th. They got him hooked last year on skiing. They had invited him to go with them to Red River. He and Michael were going to snowboard. But they did not do too good at that on a short amount of time, so they went back to the skis.
I really hope that it is through snowing in that area for a while, or at least until the kids get back home safe and sound. Of course, Adriana and Sully will not be skiing any as she is due the first of April, but her doctor said it was okay to go. Some of Earl's sisters plan to go over that way for the weekend, as they are only about 90 miles from there.
We all stay fine. Everyone is busy with work and school. Aaron is doing paperwork for colleges, and starting to get things together to apply for scholarships. He is interested in four different colleges. One of them is where the girls went, one is about 20 miles from us, and the other two are within four hours of us. He would like to play football at the college level. But we will see what all falls into place. At this time he is looking at teaching and coaching or becoming a sports trainer, possibly.
UPDATE -- Jayce celebrates the big "8"
Friday, January 5th, Jayce turned 8 years old and chose to celebrate that event at Chuck E Cheese in Fargo. Wyatt, Jolene, Rylie and Brooklynn joined us there to help him do so in style. Katie Hoffman came along with Beaver and me. Caity, Jayce and Becky rode to Fargo in Ben Olson's big 18 wheeler ... which the kids love.
Jolene, Becky and I even got to sneak off for a little shopping while the guys rode herd on the children. (Just ask Beaver -- he'll tell you all about that part.) At Chuck E Cheese that isn't too difficult. There are so many things for them to keep busy with that they were still not ready to leave at 10 p.m.! The adults were, though ... it does get a BIT loud!
UPDATE -- more holiday birthdays
Thought I'd send you a few pictures...
Top of page: Jazmine, Jaxon, and Jonathan on New Year's Day. Barb "enhanced" it!
Above photo represents the "holiday" birthdays in our family. Barb's birthday is December 19th, Melanie's and Jonathan's are December 21st, and Nathan's is January 4th.
Below is our whole family, except Rick, who was here at Thanksgiving time, so he didn't come now.
UPDATE -- Krista celebrates "best birthday" at 7
The long awaited birthday party on everyone's calendar for January 5, 2007, was getting closer and closer. Then a dear friend passed away after a long illness and the funeral was January 5, 2007. We couldn't imagine how gracious and sweet Krista was, knowing this great birthday event was to be postponed to another day.
The hour did finally arrive, and she was surrounded with very special gifts, but there was one mystery gift that she had to follow clues for all over the house. Finally, someone was prompted to tell her to look in the tub. There she found this huge box. She was so excited -- and had no clue as to what would be in it.
She tore it open in seconds flat, to find a beloved American Girl doll that she had been wanting. She was saving every penny she could get to buy it. Her mother and dad decided that she needed the doll right now, while she was just at the age to love and care for it. So, they surprised her with it, and as you can see, she hugged it to her heart. Krista already had a name picked out for whenever she did get her: Kristina. She never laid her down all evening.
We almost cried to see the old fashioned excitement and happiness and love for her gift. She kept saying "Thank you," and "I'm so happy, happy," and "This is the best birthday of my whole life."
Every year, the girls get to choose what they want their birthday cake to represent. This year Krista had chosen "Licorice," which is an American Girl little dog, so that is the little black dog on her cake. And now our dear great niece has finally become seven years old.
FAMILY UPDATE -- the Indermarks
Happy New Year!
What a year it was for us! My daycare has grown from 6 to 16. I have a full time assistant (Jamie). Jamie's husband, Travis, works with Jim at the GM dealership.
Jordan is now in ballet and will be starting preschool next year. She has such a big personality and keeps us laughing every day. Tyler is 1-1/2 already and growing like a weed. He is almost as tall as Jordan already. Tyler is really into Thomas, the Train. He got a train and a train table for Christmas.
Mom (Shari Larson) came to visit for Christmas along with Mike, Kelly, Nathan and Devan. It was a wonderful holiday for us. Santa even came to visit the kids at the house on Christmas eve. Mom headed home on Christmas day and Mike and Kelly, along with the boys, headed to Minnesota to spend New Year's with Dad (George Larson). We spent Christmas day with Jim's family, then the kids and I headed to Minnesota for the week.
We spent most of the week in the cities, then headed out to Dad's for a mini family reunion on Friday. I picked up Samantha (Kurt's daughter) in the cities before heading out to Dad's. We had a wonderful snowball fight and of course rode horses with Grandpa George.
Grandpa (Jim) came out to visit along with Duane, Ingrid, Ashlee, Penny, Candice, Jay, Rosanna and baby Ava. We all had a wonderful steak dinner and a great time visiting and catching up on each other. Friday night I drove home because Jordan and Tyler both had colds. We arrived home in Portage at 2 a.m. What a week it was!
This year we are looking forward to meeting Kurt and Jeni's little baby girl that is due the end of this month. I am very blessed to be able to stay home with my kids, and then some. Jim is enjoying his job. Jordan is very excited for school to start, even though it is a few months away.
Hope all of you have had a wonderful year and holiday season!
The Indermarks -- Jim, Kristi, Jordan and Tyler
UPDATE -- trending in the right direction
Just a quick update on how my doctor appointment went on Friday. There seems to be little change, one way or another, since July. In other words, the cancer has not gone away, or shrunk, but hasn't grown larger, either, except one really good sign ... it looks like the lymph glands are better, so I'm back on chemo for another two months, at least; then we'll see where to go from there.
Pretty good news, overall, to start the New Year with! I have also had a couple of serious lookers at my cabin, so let's hope the good trend continues!
Day to Day R
Girls' Basketball Tournament
Saturday found us all on our way to Sauk Centre for what turned out to be a three game tournament. We'd rather griped about having to drive so far for one game! We had invited Lori and Shawn, so they joined us during the first game. Our girls did quite admirably, coming close to winning two of the three games. Caity even made a basket!
Meredith Turner rode with us, so she came along to eat afterwards. Talk about a couple of hungry girls! Three games in a row really worked up their appetites.
A Scary Episode For Jayce
On Tuesday, things turned a little sour. Jayce went in to have his tubes out Tuesday morning. He was home around noon. Around 2:30 or so, Becky brought him over here. He ended up passing out twice here and once on the way to the hospital, which caused Becky to call the ambulance. He passed out once more in ER and had another episode, where he came close, in his room.
They kept him overnight for observation. His blood pressure and heart rate were low; he was sweaty, he said he was hot, yet his skin was cold and clammy. They determined he was reacting to the anesthetics used for his surgery. After time, fluids and rest, he was allowed to come home Wednesday, around noon.
In the afternoon, Becky took him to Alexandria to see his own doctor. (He'd ended up in the Fergus Falls hospital, as that is where he'd had the surgery.) She agreed that is what happened to him. It was very scary for us and we are happy that things turned out fine.
I found this man, Michael, from my "Kidswarmer" site. I've read some of the things he's written. (There are MANY more to tap yet.) I thought some of you might enjoy reading his writings, too.
Michael lives in New Jersey with his wife and son. He works as a project manager in the telecommunications industry and writes in his spare time. His stories will be part of a collection to be called, "From My Heart To Yours." You can read more of Michael's stories and sign up for his twice-weekly posts at http://archives.zinester.com/86758/
The Matriarch Speaks W
Who Is This?
Let's Play a Guessing Game: Whenever it is handy to do so, we will run a picture of someone of the subscribers or staff members of our e-magazine. Tell us who you think it is -- we will let you know who was the first to guess it right -- and the correct guess -- in the following week's Bulletin.
How many can you identify?
My guess is Blanche Dake, Elizabeth Bakke, and Dorothy Dake on those "PARIS" looking young ladies. Pretty sharply dressed there!
Mavis Anderson Morgan
I spent a lot of time trying to put names to the faces on the GUESS picture. Of course, the one on the right is Dorothy, but the middle one keeps coming up Elizabeth Bakke, and the eyes on the one on the left are so familiar that it just bugs me not to think of who it is. I was wondering if it might be Vivian Russell. I hate to wait a whole week to find out for sure, but I can't find anyone who will cheat and tell me, ha.
Betty Weiland Droel
Editor's Comments: I agree that the center one does indeed look like Elizabeth Bakke. Unless Jim Miller sends his guess, I doubt anyone else is going to guess the middle lady. I would think that Jim, Blanche, Gert and I are the only ones of us who have ever met her. Lillian Tepe lived in Beloit, Wisconsin, near the camp where Jim trained during World War II. She had many of the soldiers for Sunday Meeting and then for dinner at noon. This picture was taken when the three of us visited her after the war was over and Blanche and I had finished teaching a year.
I don't know how many flat tires Jim changed on the way there -- but his uncle got him a pair of black market tires for the trip home from Chicago. A couple of years later, Gert and I made the trip to visit Lillian and we went by bus.
I talked with Jim this afternoon. He said Tom had wanted to know who the tall lady in the center was. He thought it might be their sister Lenore ... but Jim told him he was pretty sure that it was the lady in Wisconsin where he went for meeting in his soldier training days. He wondered how I ever got there but the minute I mentioned the trip to Beloit he remembered the flat tires involved (and how his uncle found him some black market tires in Chicago) ... and when I mentioned Lillian he added "Tepe." --DMA
The mystery photo would be Mom (Blanche Dake Miller), Grandma Miller (Olive Quarnstrom Miller, Jim and Tom Miller's mother) and my favorite aunt, Dorothy.
After the last presenter at the ACC Symposium had finished his speech, I said goodbye to the new friends I had met that day in Phoenix and soon I was pulling onto I-17 North to begin the long drive home. As it turned out, I was also saying goodbye to warm weather for about seven months. By the time I stopped for gas in Flagstaff, darkness and cold had set in.
My next stop was Albuquerque. I arrived around midnight and pulled into a truck stop to fill my tank again. I decided to catch some sleep but didn't want to pony up for a hotel room for what I intended to be a short night of sleep, which would allow met to get right back on the road. I found a parking stall outside of the truck stop and got as comfortable as I could in my tightly-packed car. It had been a long day, so I fell asleep quickly despite my less than ideal accommodations.
I woke up after a couple of hours, a victim of a flaw in my plan I had failed to consider in advance: sleeping in the car in Albuquerque in late October is COLD! Although I was wearing a long sleeved shirt and a jacket and was draped in a blanket, I had to turn the engine on so the heater would do its trick.
After a few minutes of warm air blowing into the car, it reached a comfortable sleeping temperature again, so I turned the ignition back off. All in all, I got a decent night of sleep, interrupted by periodic re-heating sessions.
I woke up for good at around 6 a.m. and hit the road again. I had decided to take a different route home from Albuquerque so I could see some different country. So instead of heading north toward Colorado, I drove west toward Tucumcari, New Mexico, and the Texas panhandle.
I had traveled this stretch of road before on the way back from my legendary road trip to El Paso when the Gophers football team played in the Sun Bowl in December 1999. OK, so it may not have been a legendary trip, but my fellow travelers and I still look back on that trip as one of the greatest memories of our college days.
It was fun to recollect that trip as I drove across northeastern New Mexico. But I have to say that was the ONLY fun aspect of this long stretch of highway. Eventually, I crossed into Texas, then Oklahoma. Soon, the seed would be planted for my next adventure.
I had grown bored with my music CDs and the books on CD I had borrowed from the library prior to my trip, so as I drove across the desolate plains of western Oklahoma that afternoon, I began searching through the AM dial on my radio. Eventually, I recognized the sounds of a football pre-game show.
As it turned out, the University of Oklahoma had a home game versus Colorado that evening. Kickoff was scheduled for 6 p.m. By my calculation, I would be arriving in Oklahoma City at around 5 o'clock. I had intended to drive straight through, possibly making it as far as Kansas City before stopping for the night. But then an idea dawned on me. When I reached Oklahoma City, instead of driving north toward Kansas, I could make the short drive south to Norman in time to catch a game at Memorial Stadium, one of the classic college football venues in the country.
As I reached the outskirts of Oklahoma City, I stopped at another truck stop for gas. When I got out of the car, I was immediately buffeted by a strong, cold wind in the 40-something degree air. I decided to search the truck stop for warm weather gear, which I figured I would need if I were going to spend three hours sitting outside in those weather conditions. All I could find was a pair of brown jersey gloves. I decided they would have to be enough. I hoped I wouldn't freeze my ears.
I got back on the road and followed the signs directing me to Norman, then to the university and finally to the stadium. I exited the freeway and began driving down the street toward the stadium. Soon I noticed a friendly fellow waving at the passing cars. Then I realized he wasn't just waving; he was waving tickets. I pulled off the street and procured my pass to the evening's game, then found a parking spot in someone's front yard, which was converted into a lucrative little parking lot on game days.
As I made what ended up being a long walk toward the stadium, the cold wind stung my face. I noticed the gray clouds overhead and the sun beginning to set and I wondered if it ever snowed during Oklahoma football games.
Eventually, I made it to the stadium and found my seat. I was wearing a University of Minnesota hat, so I figured I should prove to the Sooner fan sitting next to me that I wasn't totally out of place. I utilized the one piece of Oklahoma football knowledge I had: "So is Peterson still out?" I asked, referring to the Sooners' injured star running back.
"I don't know, I guess he must be," was his reply. It turned out he was an alumnus who now lives in St. Louis. He only makes it back for one game each year, so he was about as clueless about the home team as I was.
We settled in for the game, as Oklahoma jumped out to a 10-0 first quarter lead. After the first Oklahoma score, a white covered wagon pulled by two white ponies emerged from the tunnel at the corner of the endzone to my left, drove a figure-8 across the endzone, then quickly disappeared into the tunnel.
"What the heck was that?" I asked my alumni neighbor.
"What was what?"
"That wagon train thing!"
"Oh, you mean the Sooner Schooner," he clarified, with a voice inflection that implied I was the world's biggest idiot for failing to identify the "Sooner Schooner." He went on to explain that it was a tradition that after every Sooner score, the Sooner Schooner makes an appearance.
When I thought about it, I did recall seeing a covered wagon on TV during Oklahoma football games. I had always assumed it was driven by great white stallions, not two tiny white ponies. The sight of them chugging their stubby little legs as fast as they could, pulling a small covered wagon while the crowd roared, made me laugh -- although I wasn't about to admit that to anyone else in the crowd, lest I offend them by belittling their storied tradition.
After clearing up the covered wagon mystery, I returned my attention to the action on the field, which slowed considerably as the crowd shivered through scoreless second and third quarters. The Sooners added a couple of touchdowns in the fourth, setting off two more inspired dashes by the Oklahoma ponies.
With the game nearing its end and the home team holding a comfortable 24-3 lead, I decided to beat the traffic out of the stadium and was heading back north on I-35 by 9:30. It had been a long day and I was getting tired, but I had one more stop I wanted to make before saying goodbye to Oklahoma...
To be continued...
Photo Editor's Note: Last year Greg and Sonja Dake visited China for three weeks and kept us entertained with firsthand reports and photographs for several months. Two weeks ago, Eric Bergeson, a nurseryman from Fertile, Minnesota, set off for China. He has posted many new photos from Beijing on his web log, The Country Scribe, as well as a new report from Beijing in his weekly newspaper column. I thought you might find them interesting, too.
Oh, to have the gift to put some amusing things down in print -- the old times of hand gas pumps, of whitewall tires, of vacuum windshield wipers. To awaken the nostalgic memory of one who's been there -- icy sheets to crawl into on a winter's night, stoking the pot bellied stove that burned North Dakota lignite coal. On a cold night, 20 below, one would postpone making a call of nature until morning.
Now, 2007, we have no snow, it stays around 30 degrees and is a far cry from when I was growing up!
I remember the cold winter of 1947. To keep warm we had a wood and coal parlor stove as they were called. You were burning in front and froze what was behind you. Warming half-frozen fingers on a cow's tits at morning milking, leaning your shoulder against her flank for warmth. Getting the eggs out of the nest before they froze and burst and digging kindling out from under a snowbank.
Back during early World War II, I well remember cold winters, mainly because we were not prepared for it. Our homes were not warmly built, not insulated like today.
Try putting chains on the '31 Chevy when it's 20 below and you have to get to town to get groceries. Pulling the old Chevy with one horse to get it started, same ordeal again tomorrow. Then, getting stuck in the half mile driveway into school where the old pot bellied school stove was plastered with mittens drying out during classes. Our dinners were brought to school in an old syrup pail. No hot lunch program -- except what we set on the stove to heat up!
But there is also another memory: summer swimming in Antelope Creek's moving water -- downstream from the cattle feed lot. Firecrackers and watermelon and ants invading your picnic dinner. Baseball games in blistering heat but, please, don't ask me to work in this weather!
It was the good old days... Honestly, I don't think they were so bad. We learned and have made good use of the experiences we never will forget.
Farming was simple then, compared to today. I drove a 1927, 10-20 McCormick Deering tractor that Dad bought for $225 at an auction. We used it quite a few years. Steel rear wheels and rubber front. As I have told before, Dad made over farm machinery from horse machinery, a disc and drill, I recall. Money was hard to come by. I remember taking old machinery apart to get bolts for repairing use. I guess you would call those experiences the "School of Hard Knocks."
Christmas Day On A Deserted Hawaiian Beach
We were with our dear friends, the Clementes, for Thanksgiving. They were so good to us. There is only ONE man alive who lived there when we did -- and he is not well. He and his wife were very good to us, too.
We were by ourselves over the Christmas holidays. It was chilly! But I was from cold, wintry MINNESOTA -- and so we DID go to a beach! And I did get my feet in the water -- but a too cool breeze prevented any more than that. I had to tell everyone in Minnesota that we went swimming on Christmas! After all my winters in Minnesota, this was indeed a thrill! And just in case you are wondering -- WE WERE QUITE ALONE on that beach!
One Sunday we went to some friends' home -- it was called "the other side of the island," Nanakuli, and we got to swim most all afternoon! Guess who got burned to a crisp? One young boy said to me, "You look like a lobster!"
To be continued...
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+ LETTERS TO THE EDITORS?
Oh, the last Bulletin makes me yearn for the San Luis Valley in Colorado. Patty and Curt's vacation toward that direction reminded me of the one we took for our 25th wedding anniversary a few years back. We also rented a 15-passenger van, and took the kids and the grandchild we had at that time, and went off in search of snow. Most of Earl's family live in Alamosa, Colorado, so we would enjoy time with them also at the same time.
The main purpose of our trip was to go to where the kids and grandkid (I think we only had Tracer at that time) could enjoy some snow. Well, that Christmas was one of the driest ones there had been and there was no snow on Wolf Creek Pass nor anywhere else in that vicinity. So we just enjoyed the scenery.
The people that Patty's family went to see, we know, also. Doug and Vivian Murphy went to meeting with us when they lived in Creede when they were first married. Rorke was born there, or he is who I remember, so to see pictures of him tells me I am getting OLD! Then Owen went to meeting with us, and then was in our field after he went in the ministry. His wife, Susan, we knew here in Texas; she was in our field one year before she had to take out for her health. So, we actually know several of Curt's family. I think his brother Doug, if my memory serves me right, lived also at Creede for a while when Doug and Vivian did. So, we knew him, also.
You know Angela's little Trinidy is named after Creede, Colorado, also. Wish we had lived closer to Amarillo, and could have seen all of them as they passed through. But, we are about 9 or 10 hours. from Amarillo. Although, if a person had known it was going to turn out the way it did, Earl's mom now lives just a little way from Amarillo at Canyon, Texas. So, we could have visited her and seen them also.
The little ski area that Patty mentioned out of Taos we have been by several times. It is truly God's country through that area between Taos and Las Vegas, New Mexico. Too bad that Aaron could not have met up with Patty's and then some of her bunch could have given him some lessons on snowboarding. Aaron is 6' 3" and about 250 lbs. I was concerned about him skiing but he took to it pretty good, I guess.
I really need to run. Just had to drop a line when I saw Patty's article. Hope all are well, and we wish everyone a HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Kathleen, Earl and Aaron Stahlecker
The Bulletin is such a delight ... and I can't even imagine the work you put into doing such an effort every week! We all enjoy it so much!
Love to one and all........Diana
Diana Mellon Martin
To Dorothy: I miss you being here in Missouri. But you are with your family. I will always love to hear from you. We had fun in the hospital ... after we got to know each other.
The Xmas of 2006 picture of me was taken at the Dillon Grocery store. I am sitting in Santa Shawn's lap. [Shawn is her grandson.]
I hope that the New Year will be great to Don and You...
Editor's Note: Dene, as she likes to be called, had a birthday party last October. I was invited but, sad to say, could not attend. I hear they really had fun for her 90th birthday. I have just opened a Bulletin account for her as a very dear friend of mine. Sometime we will tell you the story of how and why we met ... but for the time being, just thought you would like to know that Santa visited Springfield, Missouri, as well as Portage, Wisconsin. --DMA
Good morning and belated Happy New Year. I hope your year is off to a great start. Things are returning to normal around here after a very wonderful but busy holiday season. At some time during the holidays all four of the kids and families were home and over Christmas weekend all were here at the same time. A lovely time was had by all (except the cats -- which aren't used to five active, noisy, cute, wonderful grandkids!) Now that winter has settled in, here is something to stir up the ol' grey matter:
I once made some remarks about hidden books in the Bible. It was a lulu; kept some folks looking so hard for facts and studying for the revelation they were in a jam especially since the books were not capitalized. But the truth finally struck numbers of our readers. To others it was a real job. We want it to be a most fascinating few moments for you. Yes, there will be some really easy to spot; others require judges to determine. We admit it usually takes a minute to find one and there will be loud lamentations when you see how simple it is. One lady says she brews coffee while she puzzles her brain.
Well, there are 15 of the 66 books of the Bible tucked away in this. See if you can find them.
While I was going through a box of old papers searching for something, I came across this Hidden Books story plus a couple of other little ditties. This has been around for over 40 years because I was in high school when I first saw it.
P.S. I'll send the answers next week.
Editor's Note: Steve, your sister Shari beat you to it -- she sent us a version of the puzzle with 30 books. It ran in Bulletin #38 on April 24, 2003 ... the answer follows in #40. It's a tricky puzzle and I don't remember that anyone sent me the answer. I did work it and could only find 29.
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
I was thinking that The Bulletin being published is much like preparing a big feast of a meal.
First, all the shopping to gather in the articles and pictures -- then deciding just what to serve. Preparation of whatever the menu might happen to be may take a few days, but as the deadline nears, all is in order except a few last minute things.
All the planning, preparation, and publishing on the Saturday morning schedule takes some exciting last minute rushing, and all the while the Editor and Photo Editor are anticipating each great issue to be a total success -- which it always is.
Then, just in a matter of a little while, we subscribers invited to The Bulletin feast have it read. The process starts all over again, to be served the next Saturday morning. All that preparation, and so little time it takes to read it. Just like the feast devoured in such a little while, but they all leave the table happy and satisfied. Please know that we loved every single word, and it just creates an appetite for more.
After looking at the first picture on the first page, I was thinking of how fast the time will pass until those two boys are driving for real. One's children are little for such a short time. I went up into our cold spare bedroom, where I keep the photo albums from past years, and searched and searched, hoping I could find a picture of Ernie and Larry when they were that age. Just to impress on us what happens when time passes -- but I couldn't find any. I do remember them at that age, though, and I am so touched to think of this picture being their future generations.
No one would have to wish for more snow for skiing in Colorado these days. Our son Rodger and his wife, Claudia, have a winter home in Steamboat Springs, just to be where skiing is so perfect. They were thrilled to be buried in snow this year -- but Roy and I said they were welcome to it.
We loved the travel diary through Taos. Roy and I had driven that route, so it was very interesting to us. (At that time, we didn't know where Doug and Vivian Murphy were living, but we heard later that we had driven right past them.) The best part of their trip account was that sentence, "We are all back, safe and sound in our respective homes."
Well, Miss Kitty finally got a chance at the keyboard so we learned that Snowzilla II got his hat. If you need an extra snow shovel, let us know, as we have one we aren't even using this year.
It was so interesting to read about some more of Gertie's family -- the ones in Ashby.
No matter how much or how little, it's always special when the Netherlands' correspondents send in something. Sounds like their new year's was more exciting than ours. We slept it in.
Carrie Horne is so photogenic, and it seems Bitzi knows just how to enhance her sweet pictures.
Of course, I quickly looked to see if my sister had written the next chapter of her Pearl Harbor Days. I know she was running out of time to get it sent in, but I see it was there, and that very good picture of Ken and Ruth. It could be titled "Happiness is growing old together." I see Kenny's tie matched his shirt. Coordinating colors always impress me.
We were so sorry to hear Caity had a hospital stay. I was trying to figure out what was on the picture on the wall behind them? Looked like a comic or something. My magnifying glass revealed it was something about the reindeer and a sleigh.
It was special for the Matriarch to finally write something, too. Thanks for taking time for that. We loved seeing Jim Miller and his family. When he sees our great winter, he might just choose to return to Minnesota to be amongst his relations and many old friends that are getting older, too. At least there wouldn't be a hurricane as in his Florida home area.
I was so shocked that the bright socks were on Jerry Smith in that picture last week. I still can't believe it, although I knew him when he looked like that, too. That was almost a lifetime ago.
Thanks, Weston, for another detailed, easily visualized, account of your time in Phoenix. As you say, you really can't tell those people are that sick. They would be so thankful to express their hopes and fears with others that understood.
I was glad you put in about China Revisited. I looked at his web log, and at the newspaper column. I know where Fertile, Minnesota, is so was very interested in all he wrote and about his nursery and flower pictures.
The Pearl Harbor experiences were so interesting to me, being it was about my sister and her new husband in Hawaii. It held my interest to the very last word, and then again I was thankful to see it is to be continued.
Well, Donnie, that looks like a very healthy cat you're getting tired of holding. And McDouglas, isn't that just a perfect combination for the creator of Foto-funnies?
We always look at the Quotation of the Day, too ... thanks for thought provoking as well as humor and education and heartwarming memories in this Bulletin #238.
Editor and Photo Editor, as you begin your "menu" for Bulletin #239, please know we are eagerly looking forward to it. We know it will be "good."
Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell & Douglas Anderson; photo by Donna Johnson
To search a name in Who's Who or Who's Where: click on the link to open the page, then use CONTROL F on a PC or COMMAND F on a Mac. To search for a second occurrence of the name, use CONTROL G on a PC or COMMAND G on a Mac. (This works on ANY web page with text, unless the text is converted to an image. Chances are, it works in your e-mail, too.) HINT: Search by first name only, as most entries list the family name once but do not repeat the last name for each family member. In Who's Where you can search on state or city names, too.
Quotation for the day: One's philosophy is not best expressed in words; it is expressed in the choices one makes. In the long run, we shape our lives and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And, the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility. --Eleanor Roosevelt
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EDITOR'S POLICY: If you wish to subscribe to The Bulletin, simply send me a statement of that fact. If you wish to keep receiving it I hope you will contribute to one of the columns that are running in this family epistle (at least occasionally!). My e-mail address is email@example.com
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