The Players...
Photo © Julie Sandon
Dwight Anderson & Chuck Anderson make music together again.
I remember so well when we would go back to North Dakota for summer trips and we would go to Dwight and Janie's. Dad and Dwight would play and play ... what precious memories! --Julie Sandon

Updates -


Photo © Janie Anderson
In front: Donna Jacobson Anderson and Gloria Jacobson Anderson, sisters of Virginia Jacobson Peterson, whose funeral was last week. In back: Chuck Anderson (Donna's husband), Duane Anderson (Chuck's brother), Julie & Don Sandon and Mary and Ken Desch. Julie is the daughter of Chuck and Donna Anderson; Mary is the daughter of Gloria and the late Harry Anderson, brother to Chuck and Duane.

UPDATE -- old friends gather to say goodbye
by Elaine Wold
Wahpeton, ND

This morning we had visitors at meeting ... Gloria Jacobson Anderson, her daughter Mary and Mary's husband, Ken Desch; Chuck and Donna Jacobson Anderson, their daughter Julie and Julie's husband, Don Sandon; also Chuck's brother, Duane Anderson. (Although longtime friends of "our" Anderson families, these Andersons are not related.)

For noon lunch, Janie Anderson had made a pot of barbeque ... and with it had chips and potato salad. I made brownies, fruit salad and slaw. We had a quick lunch for all of them before they left -- some for Minneapolis and Chuck, Donna, Julie, and Don for Alexandria for the night, and then on to Arizona by plane on Monday.

We had lots of catching up to do. We reminisced over past events. Gloria was telling about when Hannah Carlson got the new Chevy. She took Emma Brandon with her; going over the overpass at Wyndmere, she shifted down to low gear and stripped the gears. I told of the time she ran it into the granary on the farm.

Chuck and Dwight even gave us some piano and guitar music for old time's sake.

Dorothy finishes up the account:

The Andersons have known the Jacobsons for about 60 years. I first met them when I moved to North Dakota after my wedding to Don. Virginia will be missed so much -- but her love is still here with us in our hearts.

To let you know just who is being talked about in the letter from Elaine ... the oldest and youngest Jacobson girls, Gloria and Donna, married two Anderson brothers: Chuck and Harry (deceased), and Virginia married Richard Peterson.

We were so glad that Chuck wanted to stop and see his sister (whom I do not know) and so he got Don's cell phone number from Dwight and made contact with us Monday morning. Although we had not been able to go to the funeral, we did get in a visit with our good friends, Chuck and Donna Anderson and Julie and Don Sandon. It was a very special privilege!


Photos © Julie Sandon
Left photo, clockwise from left: Julie Sandon & Scott Anderson and their parents, Chuck & Donna Anderson; right photo: Don & Dorothy Anderson, left; Chuck & Donna Anderson, right.


Photos © Julie Sandon
Don & Chuck Anderson, left; Mary Anderson Desch, her mother, Gloria Jacobson Anderson, and Mary's husband, Ken Desch.


UPDATE -- Mason's first haircut
by Heather Henderson
Hastings, MN

It's been a long time since we've contributed anything to The Bulletin. Needless to say, we have been busy with Mason and life in general, but that's no excuse not to drop a line or two!

Nothing's new here -- yet everything's new, if that makes sense. There isn't really anything new or exciting with Ben and me, but everything is new with Mason.

He's 10 months old on the 30th and I cannot believe how fast time has gone. He is now standing up on his own and thinks he's the coolest baby around. He's loud and proud ... emphasis on the loud part. Goodness, he has a set of lungs!

He also got his first haircut, which is very exciting to Ben. He's been begging me for months to give him one. So last Sunday, right before meeting, Ben gave him a little trim. We thought he might be nervous or scared from the buzzing sound, but he wasn't. He was just so curious about what was going on.

This is all for now. Hope to see you soon!


Photos © Ben & Heather Henderson
Ben gives Mason his first haircut, left; Mason with Ben & Heather, right.


UPDATE -- visitors came from Ireland to sunny Florida
by Mavis Morgan
Estero, FL

We are going to a picnic here in the park but thought I would send some of our latest pictures and company. Victor and Alma Bryan visited with Tom and Mavis Morgan, for two weeks in sunny Estero, Florida. They brought gifts from Ireland -- bags of Toffeepops cookies (our favorite), calendars, a decorated cake and a huge box of fine chocolates, as well as kitchen linens with shamrocks on them.


Photos © Mavis Morgan
Victor & Alma Bryan and Tom & Mavis Morgan, left; Lorna Bryan, who visited with her parents, and Mavis Morgan, right.


UPDATE -- new e-mail address for Don & Patty
by Don and Patty Anderson
Isanti, MN

Hi All,

We have been dragged into the 21st century kicking and screaming -- we now have DSL. Consequently, our email address is changing, effective immediately, to DandP444@msn.com .

Please update your address book.



Photo illustration © Kimberly Johnson

Mount Rainier in the Fog
by Mark Johnson
Tacoma, WA

We knew it was there. All the signs said it was.
Mount Rainier. Scenic drive ahead.

How, we wondered, did they hide a mountain?
But when the fog had lifted, I could see it from my bed!

This was just for school ... just so you know I don't sit around writing poems all the time! :)

Mark Johnson
Long Lake, MN (for now)


UPDATE -- we're buried in snow!
by Miss Kitty
Anchorage, AK

We are renewing our offer of all the snow you want -- free! We watched three intrepid snow shovelers unburden the roof across the street just after sunrise on Monday. We've had at least five or six inches of new snow since then. We're up to 76 inches officially (and more on our side of town), at the foothills of the Chugach Mountains. This is well ahead of a normal year to date snowfall of 42 inches. And the snowiest months (usually) are still to come.

So if you're short on snow, we've got plenty to spare -- starting with the snow on the roof. Miss Jerrianne says she isn't going up there -- and I'm not going up there, either! Now it's breezy and 40 degrees. Icicles from the heat tape are collapsing and falling off the eaves. What a mess!

And we've had a visitor that left tracks in the yard and the driveway. Way too small for a moose. Although blacktail deer are reported to be moving into the area, they are rarely seen. Apparently, one came right through here. The little deer must be having a terrible time with all this snow.


Photo © Jerrianne Lowther
Too much snow! Roof shovelers uncover the house across the street.


UPDATE -- Caity plays in Basketball Tournament
by Beaver Johnson
Ashby, MN

Saturday morning Caity and I were on the road at 8 a.m., heading for Underwood for a 4th and 5th grade girls' basketball tournament. When we arrived at the gym in Underwood, it was filled with excited girls, siblings, parents and grandparents.

The first opponents were from the Brandon-Evansville School. Ashby had enough players so the coaches could platoon, using two teams. Caity was on the starting team for the first game, which was close all the way, and ended in a tie.

The Underwood team was next, and again it was close all the way, with the score tied at 18 when the final buzzer sounded.

The third game was against Fergus Falls, a much larger school. They had lots of talented players who proved too much for the Ashby squad. But Caity was learning to get rebounds and put three rebounds through the hoop for field goals.

Ron Shebeck, who was Chris's and Weston's baseball coach when they played Legion baseball, showed up during the last game. A friend asked him what he was doing there, since he had no kids or grandkids playing. His reply was a classic: "This is the best basketball there is. It's the most fun to watch of all, and as the kids get older, it just goes downhill." I had to agree.


Day to Day R
With Donna Mae
Ashby, MN

Let's Talk Soon!

I would love to hear from you. I have plenty of time for messages, as I lay here with my knees elevated on a pile of pillows. I can read e-mail messages on my laptop, but it is a bit of a problem typing from this position. I can also receive calls on my cell phone. (Ask the editor for the number if you do not have it.)

I am relatively pain free now and I am home from a week's stay in the hospital, where testing found two bulging disks and a torn one. The treatment in the hospital included an epidural and the use of steroids and regulation of muscle relaxing, and pain relief medication. They also used heat packs on my chest and ice packs on my back. My knees were elevated to take the pressure off the injured disks.

After that course of treatment, I had to be weaned from morphine before I could come home. I am now at home, continuing with the same type of treatment. Here at home, not having the bed to raise my knees, I use a huge stack of pillows for that purpose.

If you are wondering why I am in bed ... it is a long story. One that, if it weren't so painful, you might call a comedy of errors. Briefly, this is how it happened:

As I came up to our first floor a few weeks ago, I forgot to unlock the door where the parents bring the day care children. I heard a running car on the playroom side of the house, so I thought I would go there and open the door for them.

The way leads down three steps from a landing to the laundry. On the landing sat Beaver's clothes basket. How it happened, I really don't know ... but I caught the toes of my left foot in the bottom horizontal slot and jumped down the steps trying to shake it off ... twisting to kick and finally landing and yanking it off (managing to make it look a lot like hamburger).

I trailed across the floor, bleeding along the way, to let the kids in. Those injured toes, so mangled and sore, kept my attention on them. Thinking the injury symptoms I was suffering were caused by my toes, or maybe my twisted knee, or perhaps a chronic fibromyalgia flare up, I did not really notice the worse injury that had occurred to my back.

The next weeks were spent suffering with the bad knee, numbness and tingling in my legs, tightness in my chest, and then, finally, unbearable pain at the base of my spine. I doctored with my chiropractor, general practitioner and, finally, with the special spine people that Bridget Larson has mentioned in her Updates. (She is employed there and helped me get help from a doctor without the usual long wait. For that, and for bringing me home and setting up my medications, Thanks, Bridget!)

It seems that it may be a while before I am able to take on my daily tasks. Beaver is filling in for lots of my duties. Becky is my Day Care administrator and she now has two assistants: Amy Desrocher and Linda Knutson. Without their assistance, my Day Care doors would have to be closed. So thanks to them, too.

I did want some rest and relaxation -- but certainly not like this! Thanks, everybody, for all the kindness shown! Do keep in touch, as I love mail and calls!


The Matriarch Speaks W
by Dorothy (Dake) Anderson
Alexandria, MN

The "Traveling Johnsons" Just Passed Through

The "traveling Johnsons" spent a couple hours here with us on Thursday. They are returning with both vehicles as Rich goes on to another job and the family stays here for a while; they are not sure just how long.

They are getting settled in with shoveling, buying groceries, cleaning house, etc. No time for an Update this week, but we do have a poem from Mark and a photo illustration from Kimberly.


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. Thanks to Kristi Indermark and Ginny McCorkell for sending last week's mystery pictures.


How many can you identify?

Answers to last week's mystery pictures (click here to review them):

Look at those adorable faces! Undoubtedly, the first picture in the guessing game is of my sisters-in-law, Kelly (Larson) Seaman and Kristi (Larson) Indermark, and my handsome husband, Kurtis Larson. Aren't they cute?

Jeni Larson
San Diego, CA


Kelly, Kristi and Kurt (well, Larson, and others!). Sorry, I can't remember my own name at times! But they will come back. Thanks! The fellow on the right looks familiar, but there again, the name is not ready to be exposed!

Tom Miller
Madera, CA


I don't have to guess this week -- those cute kids are Kelly, Kristi and Kurtis Larson!

Mitzi Swenson
Dickinson, ND


Once again I will pass on the GUESS pictures. I have seen the girls pictured before, but I have no idea now where I saw it or who they are. The man doesn't look at all familiar to me.

Betty Weiland Droel
MoundsView, MN


In the first picture that is Kelly Larson, Kristi Larson and Kurtis Larson ... and in the other picture that is Larry Dake's friend Jim. (I'm not sure of his last name.)

Donna Johnson
Ashby, MN


I think the "Guess Who" picture is of Jim Ryan ... Larry Dake's good friend.

Marlene Johnson
Long Lake, MN


Photo Editor's Note: My longtime Milepost colleague Earl L. Brown, who wrote The Subzero Samaritan (Bulletin 138), has a new enthusiasm: digital doodling. A week or two ago I began receiving cryptic e-mail messages with even more cryptic photos attached. Earl has now added doodle hunter and doodle wrangler to his resume, which also includes author, photographer, publisher, post card entrepreneur, tax accountant and "Milepost Man" -- in British Columbia and the Yukon. I have suggested a couple of weeks of relaxation on a sunny beach might be overdue...


Photos © Earl L. Brown
Baby Doodles, just starting to crawl, left; Happy Doodle Dance, right.

Doodlebugging -- or is it Flapdoodling?
by Earl L. Brown
Fort Nelson, British Columbia, Canada

Did I tell you about the L Y M adapter I picked up for my Nikon digital camera? It plugs into the camera and can scan your mental images. Behold the results. (L Y M = "Losing Your Mind.")

"It isn't often one has the opportunity to see baby doodles, just starting to crawl ... with a great big ol' doodley world before them." And "Have you ever seen a happier doodle dance?" This message brought to you by "doodle-a-day" inc. (another of Earl's wacky ideas gone amuck).

Note: the attached "doodle a day" art has been lovingly crafted in Fort Nelson, after midnight, when it was really cold -- like -23C (-9.4F). Creator Earl L. Brown was completely sober at the time. That's the story and ... that's the story.

Please note: Only "free range" doodles are used in this project. No doodles were tested upon cute and cuddly small animals, political prisoners, small children or endangered species. All doodles are certified as trans-fat free. Creator will not be held responsible for any LSD flashbacks, or other weirdness, arising from exposure. Remember -- "doodle responsibly."


Photos © Earl L. Brown
Bad Hair Doodle, left; nameless doodle, right.

I knew a doodle
Who had no name,
Wasn't that
A doodle shame?

Please Help. --Earl

(Extra credit for figuring out how Earl makes his photo-doodles. Hint: No Photoshop.)


Travelogue t

A Solitary Journey -- Yet Never Alone
by Weston Johnson
Maple Grove, MN

After visiting the Memorial in Oklahoma City on Saturday night, I drove another 160 miles to Wichita, where I found a hotel room and a much needed bed.

I awoke to a crisp, clear Sunday morning and got an early start on the last leg of my trip. I passed the time by finishing my last book on CD, then listened to the pre-game show for the Chiefs football game that was to be played in Kansas City that afternoon. I briefly entertained the thought of making one last sports-related detour, but even I have my limits.

The afternoon's football broadcasts provided the soundtrack to the final afternoon of my drive: a Chiefs game through Missouri, a Packers game through southern Iowa, and finally, as I neared the Minnesota border, my hometown Vikings, who were playing a late afternoon game, as luck would have it.

I finally reached the southern outskirts of the Twin Cities metro area early in the evening. By the time I reached my home in Maple Grove, dusk was beginning to darken the eastern horizon. I pulled into the garage and turned off the ignition, giving my car a well earned rest. As I spent the evening unloading the car and unpacking my bags, I slowly came to terms with the realization that I would have to go to work the next day.


Prior to leaving for my trip, when I informed people of my travel plans, the two most common responses were: 1. "You're driving? All the way to Phoenix?" and 2. "You're driving? All the way to Phoenix? By yourself?"

I guess in retrospect it was not a completely normal thing to do, but I don't remember ever really feeling alone at any point during those 10 days. I encountered many friendly people -- some friends and some strangers. My Uncle Will and Aunt Mary Jo in Colorado. My friend Phil and his girlfriend Emilie in Albuquerque. The despondent season ticket holder seated next to me at the Cardinals game. The friendly Chase Field tour guide. The Suns season ticket holder who provided me with company while I provided him with a distraction from his kids. The man from Chicago with whom I shared the rare treat of a Thursday afternoon baseball game. All of my new friends at the ACC symposium. The Sooners fan from St. Louis.

And when all else failed, the words of writers ranging from Dave Barry to Hunter S. Thompson to Anderson Cooper being read to me over my car stereo. (By the way, I'm fairly sure that was the first time those three names have been mentioned in the same sentence -- yet another reason never to miss an issue of The Bulletin!)


As I am writing this, trying in vain to find a way to wrap up my ongoing Travelogue with a nice little bow, it occurred to me that it has been exactly three months and two days since I returned home from my Phoenix adventure. And as of that day, it had been exactly three months and two days since Coni passed away. It is strange how quickly time can pass, even while memories remain so vivid.

As I look back, I believe there is a reason why I never felt loneliness during my long journey, a reason beyond the cast of characters I encountered throughout the week. Even while driving down deserted highways in the middle of the night, when I had tired of my books and my music CD's and the radio played only unfamiliar tunes. Even during those long hours, I never really felt alone. And the reason is I never was alone. After all, I had an angel riding shotgun.

Editors' Note: Click here for links to this 14-part series and other stories by Weston Johnson -- or click on the "Stories" link at the top or bottom of any recent Bulletin page for a story menu.


China Revisited

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. Eric Bergeson, a nurseryman from Fertile, Minnesota, has just returned from China. He has posted more new photos and stories from China on his web log, The Country Scribe, as well as a new report on Chinese traffic in his weekly newspaper column. I thought you might find them interesting, too.



Photo © Angela Stahlecker Roberson
Lois Dake with some of the grandkids who LOVE her Peanut Butter Pie. Clockwise from top right: Aaron Stahlecker and De and Patricia Dake Meyer's kids: Ashley, Wyatt, Hannah and Dusty.

Requested Recipes

We grandkids often request Grandma Dake's Peanut Butter Pie. It is a huge favorite in our family. The pie has a thin peanut butter layer between the pie crust and the creamy, custard-like filling in the middle. Then, you have a meringue layer on top with crumbled peanut butter finishing it out. It has just the right hint of peanut butter to make it delicious! --Angela Stahlecker Roberson.

Lois Dake's Peanut Butter Pie
Base:

1 cup powdered sugar
1/2 cup creamy peanut butter
1 BAKED 9-inch pie crust

Meringue Topping:

3 egg whites, room temperature

Filling:

1/4 cup cornstarch
2/3 cup sugar
1/4 tsp. salt
2 cups milk, scalded
3 egg yolks, beaten
2 Tbsp. margarine
1/4 tsp. vanilla


1. Combine powdered sugar and peanut butter. Mix with a fork until mixture resembles coarse meal. Spread half the mixture in the baked pie shell -- set remaining mixture aside for topping.

2. Combine remaining ingredients, EXCEPT the egg whites, in a sauce pan. Cook over medium heat until thickened, stirring constantly. Spoon filling over peanut butter layer in pie shell.

3. Beat egg whites until stiff and spread over the filling. Sprinkle the remaining peanut butter mixture over the egg white meringue.

4. Bake at 325 degrees for 20 minutes until meringue is firm and lightly browned. Let cool before serving.


Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of
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Hetty Hooper

This Week's Special Days
February 2---Groundhog Day

This Week's Birthdays
January 30---Whitney Anne Johnson
January 31---Larry McCorkell
February 1---Kathlyn (Johnson) Anderson
Happy Birthday!

More February Birthdays
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February 4---Cameron Birkholz
February 6---Melody Printz
February 6---Kelli Nicole Mellon (8 years old)
February 7---Rylie Johnson (4 years old)
February 28---Eric Anderson

February Anniversaries
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February 18---Roy and Betty Weiland Droel (14 years)
February 24---Jess and Louise Cloyd (62 years)
February 26---Tim and Char Morgan Myron (24 years)
February 28---Junior and Doris Anderson (45 years)

February Special Days
February 2---Groundhog Day
February 14---Valentine's Day
February 19---Presidents' Day
February 22---George Washington's Birthday

Miss Hetty's Mailbox:


Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell
Levi Steinhauer and his mom, Sarah Dake Steinhauer.


Keep Us Posted!

Please drop Miss Hetty a line and tell us who, and what, we've missed. And how about a report (photos welcome) of YOUR special celebration?

'Many Thankse
Everyone!

Miss Hetty


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How wonderfully whimsical to open to Whitney and her entourage of snowpeople! Kimberly and Whitney sure make a great team!

No paintbrush? No Problem! How clever to make use of a clothes pin and a sponge to get the job done!

Only one little peep out of Rufus? Did you use duct tape to keep him quiet?

You got your grin and a chuckle thrown in for good measure, Capt. Jack. (Your oatmeal story reminds me of a story about making bread and the effects of yeast... I might have to see if I can pull that one together sometime to share with you.)

Great job on the cartoon ... seems to me that poor guy might need speed dial...

I really enjoyed Weston's account of his visit to the Oklahoma City Memorial ... would be quite a thought provoking experience to see it at night.

If variety is the spice of life ... you might say we have a Spicy Bulletin!

Ginny (Dake) McCorkell
Blaine, MN

Photo Editor's Note: Does "Spicy Bulletin" explain why my whole house smelled like cinnamon the next morning? It's either that or the apple crisp I baked the night before.


Re: Bulletin #240, Weston's visit to Oklahoma City's Murrah Federal Building Memorial at night --- VERY IMPRESSIVE -- A CLASSIC!

[Surrealism: a modern movement in art and literature that purports to express subconscious mental activities through fantastic or incongruous imagery or unnatural juxtapositions and combinations.]

Congratulations to Weston, who has succeeded in lifting his armchair travelers into a surrealistic word picture so perceptively as to illuminate the ethereal scene right before the mind's eye! Descriptive writing of this caliber should lead to recognition by literary scholars!

Jess Cloyd
Hot Springs, SD


Hope you have a good day. I have enjoyed looking over your Bulletin; would love for you to keep sending it.

Julie Sandon
Phoenix, AZ


Just read The Bulletin where you talked about your scare at the apartment, and how difficult it was for them to get you downstairs. You must have been so frightened! Of course, I'm delighted it all worked out well, but still, that kind of thing is awfully scary.

I am so glad to hear Donna is home from the hospital. I pray for her fast recovery.

I would also, like to thank Betty Droel, "publicly," for her unwavering kindness and thoughtfulness in mailing me weekly copies of The Bulletin. That is a kind and caring heart. Thank you!

I hope this finds you all doing well, and hopefully Donna will recuperate quickly!

Diana Mellon Martin
Coon Rapids, MN


I've been wondering about Grandma Dake's Peanut Butter Pie since Angela Stahlecker Roberson mentioned it was among the most requested foods on Thanksgiving. Can you publish the recipe in The Bulletin?

There is no snow in sight. We went to some friends' home near Regent for lunch today, about 60 miles south, and didn't see any snow. We did see several pheasants, antelope and a bald eagle!

Mitzi Swenson
Dickinson, ND

Editor's comment: I was most happy to request it -- and you'll find the recipe in this issue.


One reason why we were so glad Weston took pictures and gave us such an excellent description of the Memorial in Oklahoma City was because we had seen it nearer the time of the event. It was very meaningful to see the reverent way they treated the area, and the remembrances attached all along the fence. Across the street were buildings with every window gone! It was very impressive.

So, thank you Weston, for what you shared that helped us to see, in our mind's eye, how it is now.

Roy and Betty Droel
MoundsView, MN


Photos © Betty Droel
Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building Plaza soon after the 1995 bombing.


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

Thirty-three pages on my printer. I just love sitting down in my chair and reading The Bulletin word for word, page for page, and I come to the end all too quickly. Then I scan it on the screen as the pictures are so much more vivid and colorful and clear. Jerrianne said that's because the light is coming through the screen from the back that makes them that way.

The first picture on the first page has always intrigued me. I just know it's the most noteworthy, but maybe I'm the only one that thinks so. The photo editor likely has other reasons for the choice of the first picture, but I smiled at Whitney with her little snow people.

You can take Whitney out of Minnesota, but you can't take Minnesota out of Whitney. Did you notice how red her fingers were -- also her cheeks -- from all that time out playing in the snow for us to have this collection of mini snow persons? Thanks, Kimberly, for the pictures and the Update -- and I remember, too, being in Washington and thinking it was so funny that just an inch or two of snow paralyzed the city.

What a great paint brush! A sponge in a clothespin. It works! That was a long attention span to paint the life size portraits.

Was nice seeing the picture of Tom and Mavis's company, Jan and Dwayne Weeda. I met them when they came to visit Jan's sister, Arlene, here in the Minneapolis area.

I did a double take to see the name Lorraine Slotten. Lorraine and Brent. I don't know who Brent belongs to; I wonder if it could be Wally and Ruth? I wish I had space to tell you about the Lorraine Slotten I know. When I was just a teenager (I am 76 now), I saw this other girl about my age and I thought she was the most beautiful and sweetest person I had ever seen. I can still remember the feeling when I saw her at Eagle Bend, Minnesota. I learned she was from Wahpeton, and we became fast friends.


Photo © Richard Weiland
Lorraine Slotten Jacobson & Betty Weiland Droel.

Through the years, I have followed her life and family, and I will try to find the picture taken of us just a couple of years ago. She still is just as beautiful and just as sweet -- even more so now that she is older. We young folks never appreciated her husband, Lloyd Jacobson, for taking her clear over to Montana, so far from us, but she has been such a happy and useful person that everyone immediately loves, and we have learned to feel thankful to Lloyd for giving her such happiness. I had no idea there was another Lorraine Slotten until I saw her in our latest Bulletin.

Capt. Jack, We well understand your effort to find a picture of Jerrianne and Miss Kitty. It wouldn't be easy, as she keeps a very low profile, and yet how would our Bulletin be what it is without her? Whoever was the clever one that put your picture in that frame so artistically? It is just great, and who knows when an audio file will appear so we can hear that famous Capt. Jack and the Alvarez.

Diana, we were very glad to hear you have enlarged your heart and home to include two new dogs. For some reason, I feel they will fill a necessary place in your life after your losses and health issues. The opportunity to live for others (even your pets) helps one to forget themselves, which is often our greatest healer.

Roy was so relieved to know Don has made handles for Dorothy's non-motorized wheelchair so it can be more easily transported up and down a stairway in case of an emergency like you just experienced. We held our breaths until you were back up in your home, safe and sound, in your Jazzy.

Capt. Jack, we needed that oatmeal story. I think we can all identify with a failure, but not having been so successful (temporarily) to get rid of it. The story left me with heartfelt sympathy for that little boy having to fend for himself like that, and it not being forgotten over a whole lifetime proved it was not a good experience.

I see McDouglas is getting tough competition by this Capt. Jack Adair and the elevator.

I wish Weston knew how much we appreciated his story about the Oklahoma City Memorial. It was written so well that we felt we were standing right there in the dark and cold of the night, observing the results of that fatal event. I read that over and over, not wanting to miss any details. We had seen the area before any of the memorial work was begun, so we were mesmerized, seeing it now through Weston's account. I was so relieved to know that series will be continued. Weston has to get back home yet!

I don't see a "to be continued" on the Pearl Harbor Days story. I suppose, eventually, they had to return home, too. I do remember some things that took place after their return to Minneapolis, but hopefully there will be a "last chapter" coming about it, so I won't say anything and spoil it.

Lois Holman holding Hunter, her grandson, was kind of a shocker. I remember her looking like Suzanne does about now. Where is Lois's gray hair? Pretty proud grandma, I'd say.

I was impressed! The Foto-funny has a new look. Is that for real? or just for this time? Even new fancy colors and fonts. I realized that the "pilot" was bewildered at all the instruments, and seeing I've never ridden in a Ford Explorer I couldn't relate. I could ask Rod Martin who sold them, but he likely wouldn't know what all those buttons and gauges are, either. Pretty Funny Foto-funny. Kim had better not start that up or she'll fly away.

Very thought provoking Quotation for the day this time. Do you know what a responsibility that puts on the older ones, making an impression on the "wet cement"? -- even idle words, and lots of things we didn't intend for them to remember.

With Donna Mae in the hospital with her back problem, it made a difference not having her story in this time. We hope for these absentees to get better and get back. Like LTD, too.

I was certainly wondering whatever there could be in The Bulletin this week, when there was so much in it previously, but it seems to grow and grow without end ... at least we hope so. We never tire of getting it, so we hope our Editor and Photo Editor and Staff keep enthused and inspired and never tire of sending it.

Roy and Betty Droel


CHUCKLES


Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell & Douglas Anderson; photo by Donna Johnson

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