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Photo © Eric Bergeson
Goodland Apples
This picture of four apples, described as "unbearably cute," appeared in Eric Bergeson's web log, Country Scribe, earlier this week. The Editors found them irresistible and received permission to use the picture in this end of summer issue. Harvest time, back to school with an apple for the teacher, Eve's temptation and Adam's fall, or motherhood and apple pie -- when it comes to posting a beautiful photo, any reason will do.
Various Bulletin readers have enjoyed Eric's Country Scribe web log, his weekly column, useful growing information from Bergeson Nursery, strolling through Bergeson Gardens and their web display of garden photos. We thought you might enjoy them, too. A musical bonus: check out his brother Joe's Bergeson Gardens - Waltz #1 video on YouTube. (If it plays in fits and starts, let it load all the way through and then play it again. The second time should go smoothly.)
Updates -
Family Update -- summer vacation
by Janie Anderson
Wahpeton, ND
We started our summer vacation of 2007 with a stop in Alexandria at Don and Dorothy's. After a short visit and some really delicious pie, we went on to Melanie and Eric's in Hutchinson. They had only lived in their house about two weeks, but we only took a few pictures inside the house and none with them on the picture. I have no idea why! They have a really nice, vintage 1918 house with all kinds of character.
The next morning we were on our way to Verona, Wisconsin, to visit Tami and Jason for the weekend. While we were there we both had our eyes checked, of course, and saw their new optometry practice, Verona Vision Care. We also went to the Mustard Festival in Mt. Horeb, visited a few antique stores, a guitar store, and ate at some interesting places -- a Vietnamese restaurant, a cute little coffee/gift shop called "Indigo," Quaker Steak and Lube...
Photos © Dwight & Janie Anderson
Tami & Jason at Verona Vision Care, left; Janie's eye exam by Tami, right.
Monday morning we headed for Charleston, Illinois, to see Rick. He has a new apartment, which he had just gotten the key for that morning, so we helped him move some of his furniture and boxes.
Tuesday morning we three piled into Rick's little Volkswagen New Beetle and headed south. (Scroll down to the Travelogue for the rest of the story.)
Photos © Barbara Floyd
Sherry (Swenson) Dake, Bergit Swenson & Barbara (Wheeler) Floyd, left; Barbara (Wheeler) Floyd, Bev (Mark) Van derMeulen, Kaye (Mark) Braaten, right.
Update -- a 50th class reunion visit to Minnesota
by Barbara Wheeler Floyd
Phoenix, AZ
Sounds like I am writing to an advice column! Maybe I ought to be. It would read like this: Dear Dorothy, How can I travel more and work less and still earn a living?
I had just way too much fun in Minnesota, visiting first of all in southern Minnesota and Wisconsin with my publishers of The Country Registers there. From there, I picked up a rental vehicle in Minneapolis at the airport and my first visit was with an old friend in Alexandria.
A week and a day later, in that same city, my last visit was with other old friends, none other than Don and Dorothy Anderson, on my return to Minneapolis and a night with Rich and Verlaine Weiland. Maybe I should say long time friends but it is true that most of my friends are old.
I was in the area to attend my 50th class reunion and the next evening an all school reunion. Now you talk about old! I was in the class of '57 but there were attendees there from the class of '30.
When I turned my vehicle back in, it showed that I had toured the state well, with over 900 miles and stops at not only Alex (twice) but at Otter Tail Lake for a stay with my cousins and their kids and grandkids and an overnight up in Oklee with Barb and Ray Swenson. She and I are both "Barbara Irenes" and our shared 16 year old grandson, Dane Swenson from Walla Walla, Washington, was there to help his Uncle Keith harvest.
It was in Oklee that some of The Bulletin relationships came together for me. I met Sherry (Swenson) Dake while having tea at her parents' home. From there I went to Sebeka for three nights with Jim and Helen Wheeler. Jim is my big brother and we do get to see each other each winter in Phoenix.
I ended up in Wahpeton, North Dakota, at my cousin Kaye's empty house, which was around the corner from both reunions, which were great fun.
Don's sister DeLoris Anderson spent a few hours with me, going around seeing old and new landmarks in Breckenridge and Wahpeton, and my time with her was very special. Got to see the outside of Dwight and Janie's lovely home, had a wee visit and tour of Elaine Wold's garden and home, lunch with Helen Slotten in her lovely new home, went out to the cemetery where way too many of my relatives are already.
We also toured the home I lived in all my growing up years in Breckenridge. That house had many of the Anderson family in it over the years and such good times we had. When we went out to their farm we would play Run, Sheep, Run. Great memories.
My time with Don and Dorothy was way too brief but I loved the tour of the main office of The Bulletin and the rhubarb pie and ice cream was just the right send off. It has been a long time since I have eaten pie twice in a day but that night I had a big meal with apple pie, with ice cream of course, at Rich and Verlaine Weiland's in Coon Rapids.
Jeff and Lynette Krack (my son-in-law's sister) had treated to lunch after meeting at Weeda's and so my Weight Watchers had gone by the wayside at noon. That day I was sure I had put back on the 10 pounds that I had worked so hard to take off. Who has ever gone back to a class reunion without going on a diet first!
As you have guessed, I never write anything very brief so will end this now before it is book size. Thanks to all who read this and helped me make some wonderful memories on my visit to beautiful Minnesota.
Jeff, Jerry, Rick, Elaine, Ruth & Ken Kitto.
Update -- summertime visiting
by Ruth Weiland Swanson Kitto
Apache Junction, AZ
This is a bit after the fact, but thought I should go way back to April when we went to Boise, to visit Brad's family and then to Parma convention -- then over to Montana to visit Rick and Elaine and Charlene and Bill and then to Manhattan convention.
Then went to North Dakota and visited Jerry and Kathleen for a few days. While we were there, Justin and Sherrie spent a few days there also. They live in Belgrade, Montana. He is Jerry's oldest son.
Then we stopped in Alliance, Nebraska, to visit my niece and family -- Carol and Steve Young.
The last Thursday we went to San Diego where my son, Clayton Swanson, lives and works. We had till the weekend with him.
On Saturday we went down to Coronado and had a great time standing in the sand and getting covered with the waves -- it was SOOO relaxing -- even if we didn't get into the water higher than our knees. We hadn't planned on that so were not prepared. Then on Monday last, back to Arizona and the nice WARM! days -- nothing less than 110 for several weeks.
Today was a special treat -- having lunch with Jeannie (Davies) Nejely and her 2 year old twin girls, Kaitlin and Katrina. Brother-in-law Dan Nejely joined us, also. Jeannie grew up in Montana -- almost neighbors to the Kittos so a real treat for Ken, too. Jeannie's husband, Dave, is in Phoenix at a conference for their business. Dan and Jeannie live in Oceanside, California.
Three men, three generations: Ken, Jerry, & Justin Kitto, left; Ken's granddaughter & family: Dave, Mindy, Camryn & Ella (Jerry's daughter), right.
Photo © Kimberly Johnson
Kim's and Rachel's apartment is the corner one on the lower level.
Update -- Kim & Rachel move into an apartment
by Kimberly Johnson
Fargo, ND (since Monday)
We're moved in. As I'm sitting here typing this, Rachel is off at school (NDSU) -- and I am sitting amongst many boxes trying to muster up some courage to get out the cleaning supplies and then start organizing some of our things. It's like a little kid unwrapping birthday presents when we unpack some of those boxes -- we continue finding things we forgot we brought along.
I start work at Caribou Coffee on September 3rd, so I have a week or so to get everything put away. I'm looking forward to getting some paint on the walls and not having to use this plastic tub as a table! :)
Come visit!
Kimberly
Photo © Douglas Anderson-Jordet
Molly Macaw
Update -- meet Molly Macaw
by Douglas Anderson
St. Cloud, MN
I would like to present a new addition to my (ever-expanding) animal family: Her name is Molly Macaw and she is an eight year-old Blue and Gold Macaw.
Molly has had an interesting life, including a couple of weeks on her own in the wilds of Wisconsin after escaping her first owner, whose name is also Doug.
(She already says my name, and it is hilarious!)
Say "Hello" to the folks, Molly! Good girl.
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With Donna Mae
Ashby, MN
Photo © Donna Johnson
Several troop members returned to Fergus Falls; they were greeted with people lining the streets, flags and signs all over town.
Photo © Donna Johnson
Jayce and I admired the many flags in a park & want to share with you.
Photo © Donna Johnson
Jayce and Snickers visiting with me. Both have grown some this summer!
The Matriarch Speaks W
by Dorothy (Dake) Anderson
Alexandria, MN
Photo © Jerrianne Lowther
Pink-tinged Yellow Rose
Jeanette Miller Passes
Another of our dear friends has passed. Jim and Tom Miller both contacted me to let me know that their sister-in-law had died Monday, August 27. Their brother Robert's wife, Jeanette, of Great Falls, Montana, died at Peace Hospice of kidney failure. Services will be held Saturday, September 1st, at 2 p.m. at the Hillcrest Lawn Memorial with ministers Dean Bruer and Julia Brist officiating. Burial is to follow in Highland Cemetery at Great Falls, Montana.
During the time their children were born and growing up they lived near Litchfield, Minnesota, which was close enough to our Howard Lake home that we visited back and forth with them and their six children: Darryl, Judy, Verlyn, Lyndon, Arlys and Sherlene.
Later in their married life, they lived in the Mankato, Minnesota, area. In more recent years, they have lived near Judy and her husband, Russ, in Great Falls, Montana. In April of this year they moved to an Assisted Care Living Center. Robert is at present living there. Our sympathy goes out to the family at the time of the loss of their mother and to Robert who has lost his wife of 65 years. We do miss our friends though good memories remain.
Who Is This?
Let's Play a Guessing Game: Whenever it is handy to do so, we will run a picture of someone of the subscribers or staff members of our e-magazine. Tell us who you think it is -- we will let you know who was the first to guess it right -- and the correct guess -- in the following week's Bulletin.
(Send us some to run; we will line them up in our staging area to take their turn. LeRoy Dake supplied last week's mystery picture.
How many can you identify?
Answers to last week's mystery pictures (click here to review them):
Editors' Note: Correct guesses appear in bold face type and incorrect guesses in normal type.
My GUESS is that the happy smiler is Vonnie Dake. Thanks, Editors, for explaining something I hadn't caught on to before. That the correct answers were in bold print.
Betty Weiland Droel
MoundsView, MN
This is definitely Yvonnie Dake as a teen. Looks like she's enjoying herself in a fruit tree (lemons), but can't figure out that rope (?) she's hanging onto. Maybe she will explain!
Sherry Dake
between Brooks and Oklee, MN
LTD Storybrooke 
After the last load of ewe-and-lamb pairs was delivered to the lambing shed, the gut wagon was parked for the night. The flock was herded in and divided into the six heavily strawed, outdoor drop-pens: three pens to the west of the shed and three to the east.
With the added tasks of treating vibrio and foot-rot forced upon us, our good intentions of bagging the ewes to see which were closest to lambing had been abandoned. There just wasn't enough manpower to get it done. So all the ewes that hadn't lambed were crowded into the drop pens for the night.
In a final push, after dark, the day crew hurried to finish feeding and watering all the sheep in the indoor jugs and mixing pens. In addition, we finished cleaning, liming and bedding the jugs and mixing pens that had been emptied of bonded ewes and lambs during that day. This left available beds in the "maternity ward" for the night crew to move newborns and their mothers into.
The night crew consisted of the sheep herder Esteban and a newcomer, Octavio. Their job from about ten o'clock at night until six o'clock in the morning was to bring the newborns and their mothers into these freshly cleaned and strawed jugs. The ewe-and-lamb pairs needed to be separated from the flocks regularly to prevent mix-ups. In most cases the strip, clip, and dip procedure would wait until morning.
Octavio had been summoned to the lambing by way of a relative who worked over at the main ranch; he had just arrived from Mexico City, likely wading the Rio Grande on his way, holding his bundle of personal belongings overhead to keep them dry.
He was a thin, tense, young man with angular features. His eyes were black and brooding. A neatly manicured mustache quivered on his upper lip. He wore a clean white shirt, a pair of polyester dress pants -- and a gun in a leather holster slung around his waist. I thought the gun a little amusing. Does he think this is the old wild west?
He was assigned a bed in the bhagwan. It was a shared space with a Mexican who worked the day shift. He would sleep in the bhagwan during the day. The other Mexican would sleep there during the night.
On one of those first mornings after Octavio arrived, it appeared he and Esteban had been dozing, and the night-drop had gotten out of hand. When I arrived at the shed, they were scurrying about trying to figure out which lambs belonged to which ewes. Ewes know their lambs by smell and can't be fooled (unless by some carefully orchestrated trickery of the shepherd). They won't accept a lamb that does not have their own smell.
In the hastily filled jugs, I found mothers butting mismatched lambs up against fence rails. I moved the poor babies from pen to pen in an attempt to find the ewe that would take them. Some of the battered lambs died before the day was out. My by-the-book postmortems revealed broken ribs and empty stomachs.
At five-to-eight o'clock, fourteen men, from all over sheep headquarters, descended on our house to gather around our breakfast table. We were Americans, Mexicans, and Peruvians. All tired. All hungry. Our girls, Sarah and Amy, ate at the table with us while Sherry served. Into this mix came the edgy Octavio with his revolver prominently displayed on his hip.
He didn't use butter or peanut butter on his pancake. Only a little syrup. He cut his cake into neat squares and ate in a restrained manner -- as though he might rather have gulped his food. After his last bite, he stood quickly and exited the room. Some comment was made in Spanish and the Mexicans snickered. The outside door opened and closed and I felt a sense of relief that "the gunslinger" had left the presence of my family. Perhaps the others felt the same.
The peanut butter was spread liberally and the syrup flowed freely as we ate mountains of pancakes and stacks of crispy bacon. One-by-one, chairs were pushed back from the table. When the men stood to go, there was a chorus of "Mucho Gracias," as heads nodded their appreciation to Sherry for her "excelente" cooking.
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Photo © Weston Johnson
Monterey Canning Company, Cannery Row.
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Cannery Row Revisited
Part 6
by Weston Johnson
Maple Grove, MN
After our whale watching excursion on Monterey Bay, Sindy and I had most of the afternoon and all evening to see the rest of Monterey. We began walking down a path along the seashore from Fisherman's Wharf toward Cannery Row.
As I mentioned last week, I had been looking forward to seeing Cannery Row, which provided the setting for a couple of John Steinbeck's most memorable books. Yes, I realize that a 20-something guy getting excited about visiting the setting for a 70-something year old novel while on vacation probably just about maxes out the nerd-ometer, but I admit it nonetheless.
From a distance, it appeared that much of the old fashioned look of the area was preserved, including the beautifully renovated Monterey Canning Company building. However, as we drew nearer to the core of Cannery Row, it was clear that the streets and buildings that once teemed with the bustle of hundreds of fishermen and cannery workers were now overrun by tourists of all ages and nationalities.
The pungent odors of the sea and the canneries were replaced by the smells of popcorn, candy and seafood wafting out of the shops and restaurants that lined the avenue. It was amazing to think how much this area had changed in a span of 60 or 70 years, despite the architecture that had been retained.
Over the years, I have visited plenty of "tourist trap" areas that take advantage of attractions of historical significance or natural beauty to separate tourists from their money, and I have never taken great offense to the practice. I remember a cross-country tour with my Uncle Richard when I was about 12 or 13 years old that brought us within miles of Devil's Tower in Wyoming.
"You don't want to stop and see Devil's Tower, do you?" Richard asked. "It's just a tourist trap, anyway."
"Sure," I thought to myself, too shy to object, "but I bet it looks pretty darn cool."
Anyway, as I was saying, I normally don't find tourist traps objectionable, but at the heart of Cannery Row I found a building that had me slightly appalled (if one can be "slightly appalled" -- it seems a little like saying one is slightly on fire -- either you are or you aren't). The building was named "Steinbeck Plaza," purportedly to honor Monterey's most famous son.
However, the contents of the building caused me to regard its name as sort of a back-handed compliment. A neon sign on the main entry door announced "ATM Inside," right next to another that informed visitors that California State Lottery tickets were also available.
The building's entire lower floor was made up of tourist shops selling a variety of questionable wares, including shot glasses and moderately profane novelty T-shirts. Sure, Steinbeck's characters often partook of a little whiskey from time to time (by which I mean jugs of whiskey every day), and who knows, maybe Steinbeck himself would have gotten a kick out of some of the less offensive T-shirts. Still, the irony of naming a cheap tourist shop after a great American author was not lost on me.
Photos © Weston Johnson
Steinbeck Plaza, ATM & lottery tickets, left, "as seen on TV," right.
Moving on, we found a modern attraction that seemed much more fitting for this seaside town: the Monterey Bay Aquarium. Built in 1984 on the site of the former Hovden Cannery, the Aquarium is located right on the waterfront, allowing visitors to view exhibits featuring otters and sea lions while simultaneously looking out of floor-to-ceiling windows to see otter and sea lions actually at home in the wild.
While a few of the animals in the Aquarium were rendered somewhat redundant by their wild cousins outside of the windows, the majority of the creatures on display were not the type that could be easily viewed in their natural environments. The exhibits included a variety of sharks, fish of all shapes and sizes, rays, starfish, penguins and all kinds of other sea life.
The most popular exhibit seemed to be the jellyfish display. Jellyfish of all colors of the rainbow, ranging in size from as large as my head to smaller than my little fingernail, were displayed in aquariums with dark back walls and colored lights shining gently from above, perfect for viewing the intricate details of these amazing creatures. Even upon close inspection, it was hard to imagine how such delicate organisms, their bodies so thin they were almost translucent, could be capable of moving, much less capturing and devouring prey.
After spending a couple of hours enjoying the Aquarium, evening was beginning to descend on Cannery Row. We made the walk back to the Fisherman's Wharf, where we enjoyed a dinner of locally-caught fish served at a table overlooking the waters from which they were pulled. Then it was time to bid our goodbyes to the ghosts of Cannery Row and make our return north to the city.
To be continued...
Photos © Weston Johnson
Jellyfish, Monterey Bay Aquarium.
Photo © Janie Anderson
Dwight & Rick at Opryland.
A Visit To Tennessee
by Janie Anderson
Wahpeton, ND
We spent two days in Nashville, Tennesee, and one in Memphis. We went to The Grand Ole Opry, visited the Gibson guitar factory, toured Opryland, the Country Music Hall of Fame, Opry Mills, Graceland, Beale Street, the National Ornamental Metal Museum and Mud Island. We also stopped to see Dwight's cousin, Kenny Berndt, in Mount Juliet, Tennessee, for a few minutes.
While in Opryland Dwight found a couple of guitar-playing buddies! Opryland is a HUGE hotel with 2881 rooms and five glass covered atriums housing plants, a river, fountains, shops, restaurants, and a boat ride.
Photo © Janie Anderson
In Opryland, Dwight found a couple of guitar-playing buddies!
We spent over three hours at the Country Music Hall of Fame. It's a museum of country music greats -- Johnny Cash, Dolly Parton, Hank Williams, and hundreds of others. It was very well done, with music snippets interspersed throughout the museum, and none of them overlapped with the others!
Graceland was interesting! Elvis has had an impact on nearly everyone, whether they appreciated his music or not. The house wasn't elegant, but it definitely had Elvis' personal touches! I think I would classify it as gaudy!
Beale Street had really cool jazz bands and I would have loved to have just listened to it. However, I'm not so fond of "revelers," so we weren't comfortable staying around too long.
Mud Island has an interesting Mississippi River, in miniature, complete with water flowing.
Photo © Janie Anderson
Mud Island: a model Mississippi River, with water flowing.
We found the National Ornamental Metal Museum very interesting because we were aware of its beginning when we were in the ornamental ironwork business a number of years ago. Some of the pieces that were donated were fashioned by people we knew from the National Ornamental Metal and Manufacturing Association.
The entire time we were in Tennessee it was around 105 degrees and "cooled down" to about 93 degrees at night. Fortunately, most of the things we did were indoors!
We came home through Iowa. It was a great vacation!
Photo © Janie Anderson
Dwight & Rick at the National Ornamental Metal Museum.
Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of 5
Hetty Hooper
This Week's Special Days
September 3---Labor Day
This Week's Birthdays
September 2---Patty Anderson
September 2---Vicki Anderson
September 2---Stanley Wm. Dake
September 3---Jacob Mendoza Dake
September 3---Eric Printz
September 3---Charles Quick
September 4---Wiley Nelson
September 4---Harvey Stucker
September 5---Lori Chap Ostendorf
September 5---Genelle Mogck
September 7---Brendan Aydelotte (8 years)
Happy Birthday!
This Week's Anniversaries
September 2---Michael and Sarah Dake Steinhauer (5 years)
September 4---Ernie and Carolyn Miller Dake (36 years)
September 7---Tim and Colette Anderson Huseby (11 years)
Congratulations!
More September Birthdays
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September 12---Lindsay Dawn Hellevang
September 14---Lou Miller
September 15---Carolyn Miller Dake
September 15---Shari Miller Larson
September 19---Nathanial Kurtis Seaman
September 21---Jessica Aydelotte
September 24---Wyatt Johnson
September 25---Keith Mason
September 26---Jaxon Dwight Hill (1 year)
September 28---Donald L. Anderson
September 30---Sheldon Swenson
More September Anniversaries
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September 18---Jay and Sandy Miller Smith (8 years)
September Special Days
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September 3---Labor Day
September 23---First day of Autumn
Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Thanks for the Happy Birthday wish. So hard to believe another year has passed. Now that I'm 55 I can take the Defensive Driver Course and get a discount on my car insurance, and I even qualify for the Senior Menu in some restaurants! Who said getting older is hard. With all these benefits, what could be better? :-)
Thanks for remembering me.
Donna Richards
Eden Prairie, MN
Sorry I didn't get this to you sooner, but just wanted to wish Uncle Don and Aunt Dorothy a Happy Anniversary. I read about it in The Bulletin and still didn't remember to write when I had a computer handy!
Things are still the same here. No big news. Haven't been many places this summer like we wished we could! Took a three-day vacation to San Francisco for Jason's cousin's wedding in July and then a 24-hour vacation this past week to Wisconsin Dells.
Hope you had a great Anniversary!
Jason and Tami Anderson Hunt
Verona, WI
Miss Hetty Says:
Miss Kitty is so proud of those three new "grandkittens" that she carries their baby pictures around and shows them to everyone who will look at them. Then Miss Jerrianne's daughter, Kyra, sent her a news story about three rare Persian leopard kittens recently born in a zoo in Budapest, Hungary. There's even a leopard kitten slide show. Now that's what I would call unbearably cute!
When Miss Kitty read that the zoo was offering free admission to all triplets this year, she started working Miss Jerrianne to let her escort the grandkitten triplets to Budapest to see the little Persian leopard triplets. Well, I wonder how that will go!
Photos © Ken Carson
Cheerio & Oreo, left; Oreo all tangled up in colored ribbons, right.
Keep Us Posted!
Please drop Miss Hetty a line and tell us who, and what, we've missed. And how about a report (photos welcome) of YOUR special celebration?
Everyone!
Miss Hetty
+ LETTERS TO THE EDITORS?
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I've finally caught up with all my Bulletin reading! I'd gotten behind, just not finding time. I enjoyed each and every one and can't begin to comment on all. Great content!
However, I do have to mention the last Chuckles ... as it made me laugh out loud, seeing my two daughters, Becky and Lori, as the stars and my "baby" brother, Doug, as the guitarist. What was even more amazing to me, it was like looking at Caity giving some "direction" to Jayce (if you can take away most of the hair on his mother). I've always realized there were definite resemblances there, but to see a picture with their mom and auntie at similar ages almost made me shocked.
Donna Anderson Johnson
Ashby, MN
We always wait each week for The Bulletin. Before I forget, we had Sunday morning and lunch with Don and Cheri Swenson -- great uncle of Levi Steinhauer! So, of course, the pictures of Don and little Levi were dinner table discussion!
Ruth Weiland Swanson Kitto
Apache Junction, AZ
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
by Betty Droel
MoundsView, MN
I was glad you had titled the first picture Rainbow Chard, as I knew that wasn't rhubarb, and it took awhile to figure it out. The innocence of being a city girl with a big supermarket that usually doesn't even offer that item for sale.
Something about this Bulletin #271 that made me feel as though it really WAS your family newsletter, Dorothy. The purpose for which you even started putting The Bulletin together. So many of your family were featured, and I thought it was wonderful how so many of your family had contributed to the pages this week.
Starting off with the Family Update of the California Johnsons, I was so sorry to hear of the broken bones Mark suffered from the horseback riding. It will be difficult all the rest of the summer and fall for him to manage even combing his hair let alone every other automatic movement one makes. What a way to start a school year!
Kim will be having lots of mixed feelings as she enters this phase of her life, going to Fargo and living in an apartment with Rachel. Deep down she will be thinking there is no place like home, but she will be with others and will soon be lost in the fun, living with her cousin and holding down a job there. Good luck, Kim!
The Berndt cousin reunion was another family featured which is a close part of Don's and Dorothy's family. DeLoris always looks the same as she did so many years ago when I first met her. Sweet and pure. Just hair the color of wisdom now. The changes the years bring are so gradual we hardly notice them until the photo albums come out. What a valuable farmsite with so many memories of over 100 years ago since grandparents established it.
Jazmine, you are one in a million, to be getting a trophy at your very first tractor pull ... and you are only 4 years old. Good job, and when folks ask where you ever got that fancy trophy you can just tell them you earned it, thanks to Grandpa Dwight.
What a perfect featured, beautiful, little brand new baby, and a name that she can pronounce and spell easily, Camryn Johnson. Last week it was mentioned that she would soon be here, and this week here she is. It would have been nice to watch Rylie and Brooklynn welcome their sister.
And then the very next Day to Day with Donna Mae was about our Editor and Don with great grandchildren at their 57th anniversary -- more close family.
LTD Storybrooke, you are so familiar with, and used to, your work with the animals that it doesn't seem (I sat for a long time trying to think of a right word) to you as it does to me. I am trying to forget the mental picture of those poor lambs. You write like it just happened yesterday, but it would be indelible in your memory. You are a great storyteller, bringing your readers into the very experience.
Part 5 of Weston's trip and yet it is to be continued -- great! I must say, I was extremely disappointed that Sindy turned Weston down on the suggestion of jackets twice, and then she ended up wearing his. He had to spend his time alone in a warm cabin looking out a window. Hmmm, was Sindy independent or was Weston too kind? Oh well, a learning experience, right? Nice picture of Weston with the cold sea behind him.
It was very special to read about Capt'n Jack's and Virginia's cruise through Sitka. I had a companion, Darlene Cheek, in Washington who grew up in Sitka so I heard a lot about it. I read with great interest about that spectacular port on the cruise route.
It would have been with deep feelings that Don wrote his Observations of his hometown of Dwight, North Dakota. Born there over 80 years ago, and still there were people who remembered him. Memories of the Good Old Days never leave us, and thank goodness memories fade of days not so good.
I love reading the lists of the birthdays and anniversaries. I see some very familiar names this time, and is September 28th our Don Anderson that is son to our Dorothy Anderson? Another one I hope I don't forget.
Thanks for another blog to click on, Jayna and Shane. Of course I had to add that to my past hours of looking at the previous ones.
Roy and I just don't do well walking around at the Fair anymore. The only thing I really miss is the Honey Sunflower Seed Ice Cream. Youth like Jason Quick would excel at being there. I remember our roller coaster days, LONG GONE. Charlie and Ardis, it sounded tempting to get your invitation to the "Say Hi" picnic.
I don't know how you keep finding CHUCKLES to chuckle at in the Foto-Funnies, but we always anticipate something humorous and it was.
And then I always have to be sure to read the Quotation for the day. Very appropriate to this week's Bulletin, mostly about family.
Thank you again for having a brim full Bulletin of such a variety of stories and pictures, which we never ever tire of. That is quite amazing that The Bulletin holds our interest like it does to be anxiously anticipating it each Saturday morning. It takes something to create that. I realize both Dorothy and Jerrianne spend hours and hours tweaking and adjusting whatever we send in from all over the globe to fit into both the subject matter as well as the "atmosphere" of The Bulletin.
Thank you, from the Droels
CHUCKLES
Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell & Douglas Anderson
Jared Larson ... Hunter Holman's uncle ... Susie's brother.
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