Sunday, November 23, 2008
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Happy Thanksgiving Day
Early Thanksgiving Dinner -- Four Generations, Two Views:
UPDATE -- visiting Arizona
I visited my daughter, Jeana Rude, in Phoenix in December. I also had lunch with my cousin, Shari Larson and her daughter Kristi Indermark, who was still pregnant at that time. Jeana was working nights (as an RN at Scottsdale Osborn Hospital), so was sleeping during the day and didn't get to join us for lunch.
I really enjoyed reconnecting with Shari -- we hadn't had time to visit for YEARS! She is now the CEO of Nationwide Assets Company and I don't know how large the company is nation wide, but their branch in Phoenix is over 200 employees. So she has proven herself to be asked to be a CEO. I am really happy and proud of her accomplishments! I hope she will tell about the company, what they do, etc. It was very interesting to me. I was glad to hear Donna got to go down to visit her and have a couple days at a spa there. My sister and I did that 10 years ago in Minnesota at Birdwing Spa.
I also had client appointments there and spent some time doing that -- both days and evenings. I drove to Tucson for appointments and had been invited to stay with Mona's (my daughter-in-law) uncle and aunt. They live on a golf course so collect the golf balls in their back yard every so often.
Tucson is a town with numerous hilly areas and desert areas. There are not many green lawns. Elia and I drove around and looked at some of the unusual architecture in the homes on the hills. It's sometimes hard to locate addresses there as the cacti block off the view of the homes. Because of the rugged looking "lawns," etc, it's hard to tell if the homes are in town or out. I also saw my niece and baby girl, whom I hadn't seen for many years.
Jeana has two cats: Jasper is 7 years old and weighs 27 pounds, yes, 27 pounds. He is a fat cat! Jake is about 3 or 4, is lean, lank and moves very quickly. Jeana lives in a townhouse. The dining room part is two stories tall with a chandelier hanging over the dining room table. The two bedrooms are upstairs and Jeana's master bedroom is over the kitchen part.
In the bedroom, the computer table is against a partial wall. About halfway up the wall is an opening that looks down over the dining room. There is a little shelf in the middle of this opening upon which Jake likes to sit. He first started it at her "housewarming party" two years ago and, during the party, he fell off the shelf onto the chandelier, breaking a part of it. He goes daily to sit on the shelf but has never fallen off again. Jasper just lays and watches him, except when Jake picks a fight! I enjoyed watching them.
UPDATE -- Simon leaving on a jet plane
Last week, we linked to a news story about Simon, a cat that looked like a serval, in the Anchorage Daily News. A second news story told how he got caught with a dip net and returned to his grateful owner. Then it turned out that Simon isn't exactly a savannah cat but a more potent hybrid mix, one quarter serval and three quarters house cat. In Alaska, a cat like Simon isn't legal.
So, according to a third news story, Simon has 30 days to get out of town. His owner said she would send Simon to stay with her daughter in Arizona. Cats can be very hard on birds and other wildlife. Even Mai Tai and I would just LOVE to chase birds and any other little critters we could find ... but we never do, because we aren't allowed to leave the house on our own -- ever. But now that the bears are asleep and the bird feeder is filled, we just love to watch chickadees.
We also got new grandkitties pictures this week from Kyra and Ken.
Day to Day R
It wasn't cold enough in Ashby, so we chose to go north. Far north -- to Duluth, of all places! Yes, it is COLDER, especially the wind off the lake! About enough to blow you away; I wore my winter coat for the first time this season.
While Beaver was doing his annual conference and learning things, Becky, Caity, Jayce and I did some shopping. Finding the mall was uphill most of the way, which made for a beautiful view on the ride back down the hill. With night coming on, all the lights looked very pretty, if a cityscape is something a person enjoys.
I'd not been in the Duluth Mall, so did some exploring and the sales are definitely on; got a couple Christmas presents purchased. I still like downtown Duluth better, with the variety of shops and antique places. However, with the cold and wind, the indoor mall had its own appeal today!
The kids and Becky enjoyed the indoor water park; however, even there, it was colder than they'd have liked. They will do more tomorrow and I plan on joining them, as I really did enjoy this place last summer when we were here. I know I'll enjoy that it has far fewer people now!
Beaver and I ventured back down toward the water to find a good place to eat; off of Canal Street, we found a Timberlodge steak house. I voted for eating there and he didn't disagree. Turned out to be an excellent choice! We had a steak and mushroom soup, served with hot, fresh-baked bread and garlic butter. Then one of the best steaks ever, some bone-in filet. (Had not heard of that before, but I don't get out to steak houses often anymore, either) We savored that, along with delectable garlic mashed potatoes and button mushrooms. Yes, I know, you can probably tell I enjoyed each bite of that meal!
For a treat, we brought back their huge pieces of strawberry cheesecake to share with Becky and the kids.
It was worth braving the cold for!
The Matriarch Speaks W
Banks close ... but I have my family, and that is wealth enough.
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.
How many can you identify? I'm sure the big kid is none other than Cody Printz and the children are Wade Printz, Callie Printz and Amy Printz. This was taken as we returned to the ranch from deer hunting.
I definitely recognize the people in this week's photo. From left to right, that is Callie Printz, her uncle Cody Printz, who is holding Amy Printz, and Wade Printz is in the orange hat!
Don't suppose so many will know who the mystery picture is ... this isn't a guess, of course, because I know it is our son Cody and his nieces and nephew, our grandchildren Callie, Amy and Wade.
We're fine here ... just busy. I still intend to get an update written as soon as I get a chance.
The children are Amy, Callie, and Wade Printz, children of Justin and Melody, with their uncle Cody Printz. The picture was probably taken on a chilly morning in South Dakota.
Cody Printz must be the GUESS picture this time, and it would be his three children, likely, but I don't know their names. I am only guessing it's Cody, because he looks exactly like the man with the deer.
Betty Weiland Droel
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'm going to say a little bit more about the partridge hunting when I was little. That was my job on Saturday in the fall, to get some partridge for Sunday. It was a must. And oh, were they good. My ma could fry them partridge. We've done it since, but it seems like they don't taste like they did then. We were used to wild meat then and now you don't eat wild meat. But I'll tell you, that partridge was really something.
When I got a little bigger, I liked to duck hunt. My dad was never a duck hunter. He didn't care about duck hunting. But my Uncle Homer Helm was a duck hunter, or thought he was, about like me, I suppose. He'd come over and we'd go down to Thimble Lake. One opening day of the season we were all set to go. He came and it was foggy, just foggy; you couldn't see a foot in front of your face, but we went down to the lake anyway, expecting it to rise.
There were a lot of other people there. It was a very popular lake, Thimble Lake, south of my Uncle Robert's place. It was a good duck lake. There was a lot of rice on it. We got down there and some of the Smiths were there.... All those Smiths had big voices. You could hear them for a mile. They got in an old scow that was there and got out on the lake a little ways and old Elmer, we could hear him talking; he said, "Well, I worked on this shotgun." He'd done something to it. He'd filed the trigger somehow. It was an automatic.
You're only supposed to have three shells in it, but he didn't have the plug in it, so he had five or six or whatever they held. He loaded it up and when he threw the first shell in the chamber, "bang, bang, bang, bang," the whole works went off in the fog there that morning. Oh, you should have heard Homer. He was really mad. We never got a duck. It was too foggy and there was too much racket.
Arusha is a city of about 500,000 situated about 40 miles from Mount Kilimanjaro. We plan to rest up here for the next two days. However, I have learned that when traveling with Kjirsten, rest is a very relative word. We spend a lot of time walking around, exploring the downtown and market areas. The market is especially interesting, with all kinds of fresh fruits and vegetables, a huge amount of produce and a large number of people packed into a small area, quite a contrast to Wal-Mart. The city is very crowded and congested and not somewhere I would want to live.
The next day we hire a cab to take us out of town about 15 miles to a Maasai museum and market. The Maasai are a tribe from the southeast African plains that have managed to maintain their culture and way of life. The museum depicts that very well. For them, life is all about cattle. They collect and herd their cattle from area to area. Historically, they would build and live in thatch huts and then move on every six to 12 months.
Polygamy was, and to a lesser degree still is, a way of life. Every wife gets her own hut and for men to have up to seven wives was not uncommon. The men and boys herd the cows (no fences) on government grasslands. These areas of grass would be mixed in with scattered corn and other crop fields so the cows would need constant attention. It was not uncommon to see herds of cows and goats grazing in the highway ditches as we would travel from place to place.
We would see girls and women walking about, carrying loads of gathered sticks and branches to provide fuel for cooking. They also carried buckets of water from scattered water sources for cooking and other needs, often on their heads.
The huts are small, very simple with tree branch frames, mud walls with cow manure mixed in (makes for a better wall), dirt floors, tree branch bed frames for mom and older children. Younger children just sleep on the floor. Typically, there is no hole in the roof for smoke so it just has to work its way out the door opening, making these huts fill with smoke during and after cooking.
The guide explained some of their customs and rituals. One that is unique to this group of people is drinking cow's blood. He showed the tube type of instrument they use to puncture the cow's jugular vein. Periodically they will drain off blood to mix with warm milk to drink during certain ceremonies and on other occasions.
Marriage ceremonies are another important celebration. The dowry may be up to 10 cows. If we understood the guide correctly (his English was not great), the cows are given by the bride's father to the groom or the groom's father. I suppose it helps him to have one less mouth to feed.
Most people raising crops are hoeing, planting and harvesting the crops with hand labor only. A few have mules to help with the plowing. I never saw one combine. We did see a few small, old tractors on the highway, pulling carts and wagons, but I never did see one working in a field. In contrast, on the highway and streets there were a lot of modern cars and an assortment of old and less old trucks.
In Arusha, for the most part, people were well dressed, with some using their cell phones as they were walking about. In summary, we witnessed a tremendous contrast, with many people living off the land just as they have for hundreds of years and others in the city with some of the conveniences we enjoy and take for granted.
To be continued...
Greetings from the Netherlands
by Frans de Been
Oosterhout, The Netherlands
Koen Comes Home From Afghanistan
Yes he is back home, Koen, after 4 months and 2 weeks from Afghanistan -- he is back home, safe and well. Yesterday evening we went to Eindhoven airport to get him from a (ISAF) peacekeeping mission of 4 months and 2 weeks. It was tough and very hard weeks, he told us, but he want not to miss this a great experience. Don't know if you see this as a special occasion but we are happy that he is back.
Now he has a 8 weeks of holiday. Over 2 weeks we go to FLORIDA -- fishing and sightseeing of this great state. December 1 we leave till the 14th of December. We are going to Florida with only the men. Rian and Marloes are not. We are planning to go fishing and relaxing for 2 weeks and see NASA space center and the Everglades. And everything what has to do with Fishing at Key Largo. (I send you some pictures when we are back home from this holiday trip.)
Have a nice day to you all
Frans de Been
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Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
I don't think you are going to believe this, because I couldn't believe it, either, but...
The phone rang Saturday and it was Donna Mae Johnson, wondering if we were going to be home at a certain time on Sunday. I was so shocked! We never talk, and she has never been here, though we occasionally e-mail. Well, no matter what we had planned, it would be changed in a moment to think of her coming. She said she would have her friend Donna Kay along, too. We had no plans, other than we would be leaving at 3 o'clock for a meeting. We anticipated her coming with curiosity. She said she had something for me.
HHHhhhhmmmm ... whatever could that be?
They did come about 1 o'clock and, immediately when I saw her, I could see her dad, Don's, eyes. She said, "Yes, I am an Anderson."
She had a cute pink basket in her hand, and when we got in the house I spotted her reason for coming. In that basket was the darling little platter from Charlie's Café Exceptionale that I had seen at the Red Chair Antiques store of Don and Patty's ... and didn't buy, as it was too expensive, being a collector's item. I had mentioned that in The Bulletin, and Donna Mae picked up on that and went to great lengths to get that for me.
She also had some products she had gotten from Lori that I can share at our Droel family Thanksgiving Dinner. Also some honey that they produced from the Ashby farm bee hives. And a scone from Patty for each of us. I just knew I was dreaming. This couldn't be happening to me. Not to ME.
Roy took this picture of us so it would prove all of the above.
Photo Editor's comment: Charlie's Café Exceptionale was, arguably, the finest restaurant in downtown Minneapolis around 1960. It was a favorite lunch spot when someone in the office had a birthday or other special occasion. Bowls of potato salad arrived at the table first and Charlie's Café Exceptionale potato salad was the best!
On our wedding day, Mic and I had planned to take our two attendants there for lunch, after visiting the photographer for our wedding portrait, but it was not to be. Charlie's was closed on Saturday at lunchtime, at least on that particular Saturday during Labor Day weekend in 1961. We ducked around the corner to Murray's, home of "Silver Butter Knife Steak" -- so tender you could cut it with a butter knife. It was the next best thing but Murray's didn't serve potato salad with every lunch.
A few years later, on a visit to Minneapolis, I anticipated another great repast at Charlie's, but again, it was not to be, as Charlie's Café had closed its doors forever.
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?
Thanks, Grandma (and Jerrianne)! I always appreciate reading The Bulletin, but especially so this morning, as I'm in Denver for work!
I was asked to help out with a "Discover North Dakota" career fair, to represent my company, Phoenix International. The event is meant to entice former North Dakotans or other interested people back to North Dakota to fill one of the many job openings that we have.
I flew into Denver Friday afternoon and already miss the family, so it was nice to have The Bulletin waiting for me when I got online this morning!
It's time to go eat some breakfast and prepare, so thanks again. Sometimes I forget to say it, but I appreciate all the work you do for us, and look forward to seeing The Bulletin every week.
Dorothy (and the rest of the staff at The Bulletin) --
Just wanted to thank you for all you do with The Bulletin. I really enjoy getting to meet and see everyone each week (even though I truly haven't met a lot of them). Since I am mostly a home body I thoroughly enjoy seeing the many different places people live or travel to.
I promise with the Christmas season fast approaching I will get an update in there and maybe when Donna comes to Alex sometime we can get together for lunch!
You are doing a great job with The Bulletin! Oreo certainly has a near twin. It is nice of Miss Kitty to keep us updated with pictures and news.
I drove down to Beaver and D's Thursday afternoon. It seems almost unreal to be within driving distance of Ashby again. Mitzi and Sheldon were on their way to Minneapolis to start their journey to Nepal. They arrived at the farm late and left early in the morning, but it was so good to see everyone.
We have some snow here now and our roads were slippery this morning. I can't say I am looking forward to months of this.
Thank you for sending our mail. I still have to get change of address notices to some businesses. This whole process seems endless.
Ashley was here Saturday while Erik was at a birthday party. She was coloring and happily singing "Frosty, The Snowman." I'd almost forgotten how much fun it is to hear the little ones singing. I do enjoy time with the grandkids!
Kathlyn Johnson Anderson
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
I love the feeling of peace that comes as we see the pictures of nature at some of its most beautiful seasons as they appear in The Bulletin. This time, as last week, it was the very first picture. In these times of concern and anticipation of what's going to happen next, we are glad for the reminders of quiet calm in nature. Pictures hardly do justice, but the Johnsons did well to record important views of their trip east.
We have a week's worth of links to click on this time. That will be fun and interesting as we get acquainted with all those places through the Internet. A real, genuine Maine lobster sitting before you -- with butter, too -- a treat beyond description.
Low tide allowing a walking path to the island reminded me of one time we were sitting on the beach during low tide in a motorhome. The rest were napping, but I could not rest, thinking that at any moment that water would begin to rise. So much for a mid-westerner enjoying the coast. Fortunately, the rest were well acquainted with the tides and times.
I think that picture of Levi in the leaves should have a prize! It has to be the cutest pose and so very artistic with the cap over half his face. I would use up way too much space here if I went into the detail of how impressed I was when I first saw that picture. We haven't seen Levi for many weeks.
What a good coverage of the Red Chair Antiques store. It's open today and then will be closed for the season (I think). It was tempting to make another trip, just for one of those delicious scones.
The deer hunters would have been disappointed to have gotten their animals so soon on the first day. That's a lot of meat! I stopped into a store yesterday, thinking it was meats, but it was a custom butchering shop. They had samples of venison sausages they make there. Delicious.
I was thinking how much those little boys would love spending the day with the big fellers on the golf course. Not too often dads have the time for that, so it would have been a great day together for the four.
Well, Miss Kitty, you are quite a storyteller, and thanks for all the links in your Update. I really laughed at Oreo considering whether he was a victim of identity theft. That was hilarious. He looks like he's very shocked, so it might be something like that.
I'm anxious for Krista to read this story. She will tell me what she thinks about all these Oreos. The "Foe" Oreo actually looks identical to Oreo. It must be the same one. The expressions on cats' faces are a dead giveaway. It looks like Cheerio is anticipating just how much of a leap it will take to grab the pancake. We needed an Update on the grandkitties again.
The story of the deer sneaking that Bruce related was something only an old timer would have gotten in on. What a display to watch that buck acting like he was dodging bullets! Also, the sneaking buck made you realize those animals do have a sixth sense created into them for survival.
The Travelogue with the photo of the sun rising over the mountain was awesome. The peak rising above the clouds, and it would have been rewarding for having started climbing at that dark, early hour. To finally reach the real summit was an accomplishment and victory for sure. Then there was the descent yet ahead. But they made it, at least that far. Very interesting to examine the plates of food before them, and they don't look any worse for their rigorous adventure, just hungry!
Could I insert here that Sheldon's niece, CaraLee Swenson, has been very sick, but is much better and back to school again in St. Paul. CaraLee had written for The Bulletin after a cruise one time.
Kyra is dwarfed in the panoramic view as she stood there on Pikes Peak. We were visiting Roy's brother, Bob, in Denver so made a trip to Pikes Peak ourselves. That's about the most daring we've gotten, but I still remember the beauty of the scenery from that height. We didn't do any hiking; we only went as far as we could by car.
I must search the archives for the story Richard wrote of "North to Alaska." Only Kyra would know how to value that poncho she is wearing. To go back to school after months of such an adventurous life would seem pretty tame. I was actually thrilled for her to finally get that bike she was promised for her 11th birthday, way back there in the vast wilderness of the mountains..
So many times I hear Roy say, "We'll see what happens," just like Jerrianne and Mic. He is flexible to the situation, and things go very smoothly.
The Veterans Day story was so welcome. To read about the respect and value of our flag, our soldiers, our country, our anthems, the respect and quietness by the students, gave a person a feeling of hopefulness for the next generation, rather than the overtone of disrespect for all that lives have cost to keep America what it is. Individually, we can be loyal to our grand flag and country.
I laughed at Hunter Holman with the baby stroller, disguised by the dark glasses. He is growing up way too fast. The other picture of just his face looked like he'd gotten hurt so that was why I picked that picture to send. But Marci, his great aunt who took the picture, said he had just had an ice cream bar (I think it was), and that was what was smeared on his mouth and chin and nose, and he wasn't hurt at all.
So, Oreo, Levi and Hunter all made an appearance again. Great!
Well, Bitzi, you said it just like it is. May I quote? "Please forgive my long delay in writing, It's just that nothing big has happened to make me write, and so many little things keep happening to prevent it." That is oh, so true!
Last, but never least, was the Quotation for the Day ... I don't like the thought of a crisis, but this suggests it is an opportunity to do big things.
This is Saturday. The leaves are very comfortable, all piled up on our lawn, but hopefully we can take care of them when it isn't so cold and windy, before the snow flies. Not today, though, so I had time to write this thank you for our Bulletin that arrived even before the expected time today.
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