Sunday, June 15, 2008
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Happy Father's Day!
Update -- Ginn Adair breaks hip in Alexandria
On Sunday, June 1st, Virginia (Ginn) and I went up to Alexandria (Alex) to assist Amy and Ted while they moved. Ember, the youngest, was already out of school; the other three went to school until Wednesday. Ember stayed with us at a motel and we would go and be at the "old" house when the others came from school. Ginn would make a meal and Amy and Ted would usually be home to put the kids to bed. By Wednesday, everything was moved and we went to the new house to help there.
While I was in the garage cutting up cardboard boxes, and Amy was sorting things in the kitchen, Ginn was getting ready to go with the kids to see the horses -- one theirs, one boarding. As she was coming down the front steps, one foot apparently was a little too far toward the edge of the step, and she lost balance and fell onto the concrete.
Ginn immediately knew something was very wrong. She called for help, and I finally heard her, and then Amy came also, and all the kids. Amy, a nurse, checked her out and was sure something was broken. She made her comfortable and called for an ambulance, and then for someone to come and watch the kids.
We followed the ambulance into Alex and the Douglas County hospital, where it was confirmed she had a broken her hip in two places. Surgery was scheduled for Thursday.
Amy had worked at this hospital when she first moved to Alex, on the very floor Ginn went to. There were even a few of the nurses she had known from before. Jane got there about the same time as Amy and me, and I was very thankful for both of them, as they knew what to do to make Ginn comfortable, and how to move her. Both girls continued to be there most of the time, although Jane was working. She is in charge at a couple of nursing homes -- she's an OTA [Occupational Therapy Assistant] -- and was able to schedule herself somewhat so she could be there.
Surgery went well; she was well cared for by doctors, nurses and children. Jane knew some people at the nursing home and they arranged to hold a bed for Ginn. We don't know right now how long she'll be there, getting both physical and occupational therapy, all I know is it will be six weeks before she can put weight on that leg. She is feeling quite comfortable, emotionally as well as physically, or as best as you can expect with a broken hip.
Jane, Amy and Ted have asked us many times to move up there so the whole family would be near. The biggest drawback for Ginn is her confidence in the medical care here [Minneapolis area], and lack of confidence anywhere else. Things have been handled so well and the situation now makes more sense; we are seriously contemplating a move up there, maybe yet this year.
Due to circumstances beyond my control, I'm not getting any younger, so we are thinking about a townhouse type of arrangement, where an association takes care of the lawn, snow shoveling and basic maintenance. At this point we can't do much in the way of investigation, although I may go and check a few things out, but the wheels will start to turn in that direction.
I'll try and keep folks informed as to how Ginn is doing, and what future plans are as we make them.
The address where Ginn is at the nursing home:
Cards appreciated, phone calls in the evening, when she feels the most lonely. Thanks.
Update -- Penny Miller - John Peska wedding
Although many of us started out wearing shoes to the wedding, it became obvious that shoes are optional when you are going to a beach wedding. Why fight sand in your shoes when you can go barefoot on the beach?
What a wonderful day for a wedding! The weather was warm, there was a breeze off the water, and the view was awesome. John looked hot in his dress uniform. No really, it's Florida and it was warm out, plus John looked just a little nervous. We were comfortable in sun dresses and short sleeve shirts and he looked hot in his dress uniform.
Abigail made a pretty flower girl. (She still reminds me of Penny when she was that age.) Penny looked beautiful and her wedding dress was perfect.
We had a great time and delicious food at a reception later in the evening. Congratulations to the newly married couple. We wish all the best for all three of you.
Update -- Dad gets a family size SUV
It sounds like word has spread that we got a new vehicle, so it's time to share pictures! With three kids no longer fitting in the '98 Sable with all the car seats, we'd started to think about something different. The Ford Windstar minivan was working for us, but trading off vehicles depending on who was taking the kids where was getting to be a hassle.
About the time we started talking about this, a good friend at work announced his plans to take a three-year assignment in Mannheim, Germany. He had a 2007 GMC Yukon, which he'd just bought back in May of 2007. Since he couldn't take that to Germany, he had to get rid of it, and was able to give us a pretty good deal. As it turned out, our daycare lady's son was turning 16 and needed a car, so we sold the Sable to him!
As gas prices hover near $4 a gallon, you're probably thinking "Is he crazy, buying a big rig like that?" The short answer is yes, I am. It's actually not as bad as you may think, though. It gets nearly the same mileage as the minivan, through its active cylinder management system that cuts out four of the eight cylinders when it doesn't need them. It's also a flex-fuel vehicle, which means I can use E-85. With the price of E-85 about 80% of the price of regular gas, and the fact that the Yukon gets about 80% of the mileage using E-85 that it does with gas, it's about a cost wash, but I feel a little better supporting our farmers instead of unstable foreign countries.
It's got a lot of fun bells and whistles, perfect for an electronics nerd like me. The GPS navigation system assures I'll never have to pull over and ask for directions. (Like I'd do that anyway!) The rear-view camera displays what's behind me when I'm backing up. Paired with sensors that sense when I'm getting too close to something while backing up, I no longer have to worry about backing over bikes, or trikes, or wagons, or dogs, or kids.
It's got about the same amount of room as the minivan, though it's a bit wider. But the best feature of all? It's not a minivan! OK, OK, so minivans aren't that bad; I've told many people that over the five years that I've driven one. But it's still a fun vehicle, one that I'll enjoy for many years!
Update -- Koen gets his assignment: Afghanistan
Yes, news, we know it from a long time but now it is coming soon Koen is going to Afghanistan. When ... around now and four weeks, for a time period of four months an two weeks +/-.
Today we had a parents and relations day, a day for the people from the military men and one woman.
This is it for now and have a nice day to you all.
Update -- summer vacation and garage sale
It's probably time for a little update from the Dwight Andersons...
May 13th was our last day of school, so I've been "on vacation" ever since! We spent nearly a week visiting Melanie, Eric, and Greta in Hutchinson, Minnesota, then on to the Farm Toy Museum in Dyersville, Iowa, before going to Tami and Jason's in Verona, Wisconsin. We spent a day at the Circus World Museum in Baraboo and had our eyes checked at Verona Vision Care. Barb flew into Chicago from Portland, Oregon, and Rick picked her up on his way to Wisconsin from Charleston, Illinois. So we got to see both of them, too!
Since our garage sale was going to be the following week, Tami decided to send her collection of rummage sale items back with us. Our car was STUFFED!
Jazmine did a good job of cutting tags for the sale and got in a little practice with measuring at the same time.
Melanie and Greta came for the sale, too, which gave Greta a chance to get better acquainted with her cousins.
Update -- Meryl Hansey wins Waverunner
Meryl was notified Friday evening that he held the winning ticket in the NDSCS Wildcat Athletic Scholarship Waverunner Raffle. He is now the happy owner of a 2008 VX Deluxe Yamaha Waverunner with trailer! Meryl was quite surprised and said, "I've never won anything like that in my life!"
Day to Day R
Beaver's New Shop
I brought Beaver's meal out to the shop one night and thought I should get a few shots of his surroundings.
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?
Editors' Note: Correct guesses appear in bold face type and incorrect guesses in normal type ... generally in the order we receive them, so the first guess received is on top.
Now that is what you call four good-looking young men! Being that at some time in their young lives I held each one of them and sang "Rock-a-bye-Baby" to them while TRYING to put them to sleep, I think I know their names: Beau Birkholz, Travis Quick, Cameron Birkholz and Adam Boltz.
Grandma Gert (Dake Pettit)
The first young man is Melanie's son Beau Birkholz and the second one is Ardis's son Travis Quick. I do not have an idea on the other two; maybe they are friends of Beau's that we do not know. I suspect that Ardis is testing our memories this time.
I definitely give up on the Guess/Mystery picture before I even start. Probably that picture was in The Bulletin previously, but I don't have a clue, really. I'm glad I got Bitzi right on the one last week.
Betty Weiland Droel
During lambing, Esteban had shown me how to set a lamb's broken leg. He split a bundle of sticks from a block of firewood -- each stick about three-eighths of an inch in diameter. He assembled the sticks so they surrounded the break. Next, he bound this bundle with strips of cloth and string. The broken leg was held in place, even if the angle wasn't quite right.
While working as a prosthetic technician in Portland, I'd used rolls of plaster casting material to make molds. I wished I had some of these. But, if I had to use sticks and string, I would. I asked Sherry to go home and call on the two-way radio to see if anyone from the ranch happened to be in town; as it turned out, the wife of a cowboy was.
The main ranch radioed her, and she stopped at the veterinarian's to buy the rolls of plaster casting. They refused to sell them, insisting instead that we bring the dog in. (Under the circumstances, this was hardly an option.)
About the time Sherry received this news, the sister workers called the main ranch saying they were ready to leave town. They wondered if we needed anything. Well, yes, actually we did. The message was relayed at the main ranch, from Sherry on the two-way, to the workers on the telephone: would they stop at the medical doctor's, to see if they could buy several rolls of plaster bandaging to set a dog's broken leg?
Meanwhile, Checker hobbled along behind me on his three good legs. We arrived at camp, not long before Sherry and the girls did. Soon after, the workers came -- bearing plaster bandages!
I needed something to keep the plaster from adhering to Checker's hair. In the prosthetic lab we had used sheer nylon stockings for this purpose. I didn't have any nylons on hand, but one of the sister workers offered up hers.
I tore the rolls of plaster bandages into lengths of about two feet. I put a stick between Checker's teeth and tied his mouth shut with my red bandana. Then I lifted him onto the table. The worker who had provided the nylons restrained Checker while I stretched the stockings over his broken leg; one size fits all.
Sherry prepared a bowl of lukewarm water. This would be the tricky part: the speed at which the plaster set depended on the temperature of the water it was dipped in. It was guess work. Piece by piece I dipped the strips of bandage into the water and wrapped and smoothed them around the leg. I hurried to get it all wrapped and smoothed before it set up. In spite of Checker struggling from the pain, we accomplished this.
Next, I held the broken bones adjacent to each other, and at the proper angle. I had to hold them in position until the plaster hardened; now, it seemed like it wasn't hardening fast enough! But, when it did harden, the leg was held firmly in place. The healing could begin.
I trimmed off the excess nylon with my pocket knife, lifted Checker to the floor, and removed his muzzle. He settled down by the door while the rest of us ate our supper on the "operating table."
After our meal, Checker soaked up everyone's sympathies and then Sherry, the girls, and the workers drove to our house to stay for the night. They would all be back for supper the following evening.
Larry McCorkell sent us a manuscript he transcribed from his father's tape recorded memories and made it available to The Bulletin for a series of excerpts. These stories were originally tape recorded by Bruce McCorkell of his growing up days on the homestead near Effie in northern Minnesota. They were recorded from a period of the mid 1980's until the early 2000's. These are Bruce's words of happy, sad, funny, good, and hard times.
I can remember the old pine stumps. They were large pine stumps, I mean big pine stumps all around the homestead. They were thick. It sure would have been nice to see that country before the pine was cut. There were stumps all around the yard.
Eventually, my dad blew the stumps and got them out of there, but for many many years there were stump holes and stumps all over. After some years they began to deteriorate a little more. They lasted really well, though. There were so many big stumps you could hardly drive a car between them or a horse and wagon. Those were tremendous big pine trees. The stumps were all fairly good yet then.
My dad used to blow stumps. He dug them out with a stump puller. It was just a big long cable with a block and tackle. You would have a double or triple block and get a team of horses on there. I'll tell you, they pulled out a lot of stumps. You couldn't possibly pull out a pine stump. You usually took and drilled a hole in there and put some dynamite under it to loosen them up.
You'd have to put a ton under it to blow the stumps out, but it would generally blow a hole in the center and loosen up the roots around the outside. Then you could get a hold of a piece of the stump, one at a time, and pull them out. It was a rocky country, too. You could hardly roll the rocks onto the stone boat.
Visiting Paris and London
Curt and I were invited to join Curt's brother Owen, and his wife, Susan, on their trip to Europe -- and who in their right mind could refuse that kind of an offer? Twelve days is not enough time to see a massive amount of Europe, but the parts we saw, we loved! We flew into Paris on May 9th and returned May 20th. This is part three ... of three.
We headed back to Paris and spent the next five days discovering all the famous places as well as those that aren't quite so famous. The Eiffel tower, Champs-elysees, Notre Dame, The Louvre, the Tuileries, Arc de Triomphe, Musee d'Orsay, the Grand Arche ... you get the idea.
We got familiar with the Metro, the city buses, the suburban trains and the Eurail train system. On our last day of travel, Curt and I were put to a test. We needed to plan a day's journey AND get back safe and sound to our apartment without Owen and Susan. We only had to ask one time where the Metro entrance was! We passed the test. The Metro entrances weren't always as obvious as you'd think ... but we were kind of proud of ourselves!
One day while in Paris, we took the Eurostar to London, passing through the Chunnel ... no leaks or water spots in the train, so we were glad for that! There we again saw all the "famous" spots: Buckingham Palace, #10 Downing Street, Big Ben, Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey.
We finished off the day in Mabel's Tavern eating bangers and mash ... a true dish for the British in all of us. It was a heaping plate of mashed potatoes; wonderful bratwurst-type of sausage and onion gravy ... but all of this was in a bread bowl ... Atkins, eat your heart out!
It happened that on that day the "football" (soccer) semi-finals were in progress so we had to place our order at the bar and every TV in the place was tuned in! The weather in London was just as one would expect ... misty, overcast and cool. But who would know we were in London if the sun was out?
We headed back to the states from Paris. Kind of bittersweet, sad to be leaving but glad to be returning! I do believe that we might venture back some day if time and health allow!
$ A Long Time Ago !
Appalachian Trail Trek: June 1973
Kyra celebrated her birthday all over again when we got to town -- Waynesborough, Virginia -- a town big enough to feature the Golden Arches of McDonald's. "I'll have one of everything," she said, but settled for a burger and French fries and a milkshake. Better than the chocolate grits with M&Ms on top that she ate for breakfast as Kyra-in-the-pulpit a month or so before.
"We changed techniques again over the next two days. Jerri mail-ordered lightweight rectangular sleeping bags for delivery to Chester Gap at the far end of Shenandoah. Three of us could sleep in two bags if we zipped them together. That would save six pounds; sending down jackets to the Doerings until fall saved another five.
"She also switched to granola for breakfast and to dinners that could be cooked at noon and eaten cold later on. We could rest during the heat of the day thereby, and walk in cooler evening hours before making camp. Lighter packs, less cooking, and longer hours sounded good to me. Already I could see the twenty-mile days." --from Walking North, by Mic Lowther.
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Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Thanks a lot for the 10th anniversary card! We both have the day off from work, so we're just going to spend the day taking it easy with the kids. We'll try to snap a few pictures to send with more of a story of our day later!
Well, the majority of the day is complete, and we've got a picture to share ... well, two pictures to be exact.
In many ways, 6/6/1998 seems like it was just yesterday! Jolene and I had already been dating for over six years, and with my college graduation, it was perfect timing that we start our time together as a family. After the wedding, we began living in our apartment in north Fargo with Sam the smelly cat, the first addition to our new family. Sam's behavioral problems forced us to eventually bring him out to Dad's farm to live out the rest of his life as an outside farm cat, and he eventually saw his demise there.
In early 2000, we bought our house in north Moorhead, and added the next family member, our little black Pomeranian, Atley. In 2002 we had Rylie, in 2004, Brooklynn, and in 2007, Camryn. So here we are, our family of five plus Atley, in 2008, still loving life together. It's quite a different life, as we experienced tonight, going out for our 10th anniversary supper with the whole family, but different in a great way.
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?
+ LETTERS TO THE EDITORS?
Awesome paper! So much news! Did I ever send you Owen and Susan's e-mail? I think they would love to see the last Bulletin and this Bulletin.
Thanks! I read the highlights of The Bulletin but need to go back and read more. Fun to see the cousins' kids' events! Keeps us all connected, even though we rarely see one another.
Patty Anderson Henderson
Editor's comment: Thank you for Owen and Susan's addresses. I will send them a copy of each of the editions with the European Travelogue in them. Maybe they will even like it all well enough to take a subscription out by introducing themselves.
Just got The Bulletin and was touched to see the picture Aunt Gert took as they were reading Dad's name at the Memorial Day ceremony in Howard Lake. They always put a flag on his grave on Memorial Day where he is buried at Valley Mills, Texas, but I hadn't thought about him being remembered that way in Howard Lake. Nice to see the picture of Gilbert's grave, too. I remember him, (and playing with Judy, occasionally) when we were visiting Minnesota when I was a child.
Carol Dake Printz
We wonder if it would be possible to have you stop emailing us The Bulletin for a while? We are going on several backpacking trips with Kjirsten and are unsubscribing from everything we can access on the web so our inbox won't fill up so quickly, as we won't have email access for several days at a time. Next weekend we leave for Peru, and trips to Tanzania and Nepal are planned for September and November.
We enjoy The Bulletin and look forward to it every Saturday. Thank you for all you do to produce such a high quality publication every week. We know it's an incredible amount of work and requires technical skills we can't begin to imagine. We'll look forward to reading it on your web site while we're in faraway places with high mountains nearby!
Sheldon & Mitzi Swenson
Editors' comment: You are hereby subscribed to the web edition only. We look forward to being viewed in various exotic places and to full reports with pictures upon your return from each trip.
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
I had to look to really make sure Bulletin #312 was right. It didn't seem that long ago that we were sending comments about the milestone #300 one. But, it really is #312. One would think you would run out of such interesting things for the pages, but each one is even better than the one before.
We certainly have never seen a wedding party like the one on the first picture. The cute little fairy in the front matching a happy bride, and then that handsome, decorated serviceman. Looks like a wedding one would try to put together in a dream or some wish! That is not a mural in the background -- that is an actual scene off Pensacola Beach in Florida. (Actually, I remember Duane best when he was about the age of Abigail.) We have a photo on our wall almost exactly like the one of the birds on the hot sand.
It was interesting to see the graves in the Memorial Day account from Howard Lake. I wonder if someone would take a picture like that of Donald and Twila's graves? Oh, it would mean so much. I have never gotten to see the cemetery in Ashby.
What an unusual story my sister, Ruth, sent of the Arizona cactus. I didn't realize they would ever get that heavy. There is some reason nature does that. Maybe it helps to reseed the plant, who knows? What a shock to come out in the morning and see the huge blossoms lying on the ground.
A graduation is always a history making occasion for a student. All the rest of their life, graduation will remain meaningful if one had enjoyed their time in school. Quite an empty feeling to walk away from the ceremony and realize you are now stepping out into LIFE. Tom and Mavis just keep on smiling and attending occasions for one or another of family.
Donna Mae, we are very glad you learned how to send the pictures. That really makes a story come alive, and glad we didn't miss the picture of Paige Larson's celebration. I am wondering if that is you, Donna Mae, in the picture with McKenna in the boat?
What a clever playpen -- the swimming pool -- dry as a bone! Uncle Chris is not getting splashed.
It was easy to find Beaver in the Color Guard at the Ashby Memorial Day parade. Caity has enjoyed so many winning achievements. Congratulations, Caity.
The robin story was so clever. To think of taking a picture in the mirror sounds just like something my inventive brother would do. Will be fun to watch the little birds grow up via the daily progress reports. Miss Kitty won't be there to enjoy that and share it with Mai Tai this time.
It was almost heartbreaking to read that Larry's beloved Checker should have had such a sad misfortune, but it was a true shepherd's heart to want to save his dog by putting the splint on. Evidently, it worked. I heard Checker had lived long after that, if I'm not mistaken. Jackson was not about to be bothered with a weak "down and out," but that brought the best out of Larry. That was a picture that one would see in a photo for sale or a museum of Checker watching over the grazing sheep. He looks very alert, and waiting for the master's least command.
I know Roy has told of similar times when he was growing up with all the hard work and long hours that even a youngster had to pitch in and help with. Homesteading Days is especially good reading, knowing some of the characters. Thanks to Bruce and thanks to Larry McCorkell. Bruce's father would be pretty happy to have a helpmate and wife after such aloneness in that old log cabin.
It's hard to visualize the height and depth of the mountains like the Swiss village of Gimmelwald. A quaint old shed and green grass makes it look like a postcard. But the photo credit goes to Curt Henderson. We are always glad for the links to click on giving endless information about that area, and the excellent pictures. What an unforgettable trip to have taken! I wonder if you have that picture of you two, Patty and Curt, enlarged and on your wall at home with the Alps in the background? Undeniable proof of your experiences across the ocean.
The A Long Time Ago story of the Appalachian Trek still continues to stimulate our interest and imagination. I see that sweet smile on the 10 year old turned 11, smelling the flowers that almost look artificial. The hat with the butterfly on it and the red backpack looks like a posed photo, rather than in the middle of a hike from snow to blistering hot. Seems the poor girl would be looking so worn out and miserable and wet and cold and wrinkled, rather than the happy, smiling hiker, smelling the flowers as she walked by and on and on. I do hope the book Walking North is read by The Bulletin subscribers about our photo editor, her daughter Kyra and her husband Mic.
I had to laugh. Ginny commented on her and Larry probably looking like "older couples when they went out to eat." Now just what did she mean by that? Probably all business and trying to cut and chew and hear and see, ha. I think Larry's comment was priceless. Calling the 36 years wedded bliss. Can't improve on that one, Larry. Happy Anniversary!
The photo illustration of Levi in the circle was very, very clever, Bitzi. Can he be THREE?
Nothing more about Cheerio, so all must be back to whatever normal is again.
I loved that picture of McKenna. She is such a cutie and her expression was priceless. It amazes me how we can have so many little folks, all so photogenic and original in their expressions, and then to have captured it on film. THEN giving Bitzi a chance to create some incomparable Chuckles out of it.
Oh, the Quotation for the day was one we can all identify with. To listen is even more important than hearing or speaking. I got that loud and clear and I needed that.
Thanks again for our Bulletin #312, right on time in the inbox, and every single page or screen was impossible to leave until you came to the very last word. How do you do it when you are both so busy, getting on with life and summer work, too?
Betty and Roy Droel
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