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Photo © Jerrianne Lowther
Alpenglow on Chugach Mountains after snowstorm, Anchorage, Alaska.

Updates -

Photos © Donna Johnson
Beaver & I visited Soldiers Field Veterans Memorial in Rochester, MN.

Photo © Donna Johnson
Beaver was in Rochester for a Veterans conference.

Photo © Donna Johnson
We saw many battle scenes depicted on the engraved walls.

Photo © Donna Johnson
What a lovely memorial!

Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell
Florence Miller -- May 20, 1929-November 19, 2010.

UPDATE -- Florence Miller services held Wednesday

Florence May Miller Florence died on November 19, 2010, at GlenOaks Care Center in New London at the age of 81. Services were held Wednesday, November 24, 2010, at the Harvey Anderson Funeral Home in Willmar with burial in Oakhill Cemetery in New London.

Florence was born on May 20, 1929, in Sisseton, South Dakota, the daughter of Christian and Laura (Throndson) Sorenson. She grew up on a farm west of Sisseton until 1947 when she moved to Aberdeen, South Dakota, to work. She met Richard Miller in the summer of 1949 and they were married on December 30, 1949. Richard and Florence moved to Minnesota in 1951 and to a farm west of New London in 1957. Florence lived on the farm until 2002, when she moved to GlenOaks Care Center in New London.

Florence loved being with children, reading them stories, putting together puzzles, having tea parties and making her grandchildren pancakes. She will be remembered as a warm, caring, generous and loving mother, grandmother, sister and friend. Her life revolved around her faith and her family. At an early age she made her choice to serve the Lord and she was faithful in her fellowship with him throughout her life.

She is survived by children Joseph (Doreen) Miller, Carolyn (Ernest) Dake, Richard (Dorene) Miller, Thomas (Deborah) Miller, James Miller (fiancée, Annella Wiechman), Kathryn (Gary) Stai and Jon (Dawn) Miller; 21 grandchildren; 26 great-grandchildren and sisters, Grace (Vernon) Molenaar and Alma (Earl) Mosier. She was preceded in death by her husband, Richard I. Miller; parents; brothers, Conrad, Lenard, Magnus and Alvin; and sisters Agnes, Cora, Alice, Pearl, Ruby and Esther.

Photo © Ken Harrison
Amy Dake Harrison & daughter Harlie Mae live in Nebraska.

Photo © Amy Harrison
Harlie Mae Harrison.

UPDATE -- Harrisons enjoying life in Nebraska
by Amy Dake Harrison
Beaver Crossing, NE

The ice cream in the freezer is calling my name, but before I go there, I'll take a moment to write a few lines.

We're enjoying life in Nebraska. Harlie Mae is spending more time on the floor, learning to roll around, grab her toys, and trying to get her hands on everything she can that's NOT a baby toy. I'm not sure if we should be excited for, or scared of, the day she learns to crawl!

Photo © Amy Harrison
Harlie Mae Harrison.

Ken's driving truck these days. We're glad he gets weekends off, a privilege we didn't have with his last driving job. I'm thankful I can stay home with Harlie. I keep busy entertaining her and our dog Tiddles. And they entertain me. They and the ice cream.

Photo © Amy Harrison
Ken & Harlie Mae Harrison driving truck.

Photo © Amy Harrison
Ken & Harlie Mae Harrison check out a Classic Car magazine.

Photo © Donald W. Anderson
Mark & Rich Johnson wait for the rest of the guests to arrive.

UPDATE -- all our "kids" made it home for Thanksgiving!
by Don and Dorothy Anderson
Alexandria, MN

We had a great day, especially since it was so blustery and looked pretty impossible for the California, Montana, Idaho trio. It was bad enough for everyone but Don and me. We are so glad to have the community room for our use, as I am afraid we would not have all fit in our condo dining room and I know we would have never dared to attend the event had it been held anywhere else.

Donnie and Patty spent their noon dinner with her sister and the rest of her family but they came for dessert and visiting with us in the later afternoon. Don was through taking pictures by the time they arrived, but they were here, too. So all of our kids made it -- come rain, snowstorm, or even some sunshine with icy cold!

Thank you so much for making the day so very special. We enjoyed seeing all our children home. Yes, all five. We felt privileged to have the dinner here and not having to drive home. We were very tired, but the day was very nice. Thanks for the ample and very tasty dinner. Even the "dressing" looked very good. The pie was special!

Mom and Dad

Photo © Donald W. Anderson
Starting with Dorothy & clockwise around the table: empty chair for Don the photographer, Curt & Patty Henderson, Marlene & Rich Johnson, Doug, Becky Chap, Beaver & Donna's empty chair. (She was getting us some refills.) Caity & Jayce Chap & Mark Johnson were seated away from the table, eating on folding trays.

Photo © Mavis Morgan
Mavis, Vera & Sandra, with Tom sitting in the front.

UPDATE -- the Morgans entertain visitors
by Mavis Anderson Morgan
Hope, ND

We were delighted to have some recent visitors. It was nice to see Sandra Morgan again. She is Tom's cousin Frank's wife, who is presently from Chicago.

Sandra has been to North Dakota a number of times but this was the first time that Sandra's mother, Vera Bruce, who is from London, England, has made it to North Dakota. Frank wasn't along as he had to keep the home fires burning this trip.

You probably remember that Frank and Sandra came to Chicago from London over a year ago. He has been transferred there by United Airlines. They plan to stay at least five years, when Frank will retire from United Airlines.

Merna Hellevang, our daughter from Fargo, was able to spend the day with all of us, too.

Photo © Mavis Morgan
Merna, Vera & Sandra, with Tom sitting in the front.

UPDATE -- learning from the past
by Don and Patty Anderson
Isanti, MN

Recently our power went out and we started thinking ... OK, so there was nothing else to do. How did our ancestors do this? Do you really know how dim an oil lamp or candle is? Try to read, or sew, or do just about ANYTHING and it ends up in significant eye strain in short order. And, it gets REALLY dark by 5:30.

What did they do before electricity -- go to bed when it got dark and stay there till the sun came up? Our gas fireplace was a good heat source but the farther you are from it, the chillier it gets. Other rooms got downright cold, requiring uncomfortable layers of clothing and footwear.

Just how did anyone stay warm in a house insulated with newspaper? Where did they get water in the winter? We had no running water so we were left with four toilets that could be flushed once, a small supply of bottled water and no means of bathing or showering. It was apparently the end of the world.

A week or so later we were driving up Interstate 94 to spend Thanksgiving in Alexandria. It was 10 degrees and the blowing snow and fierce winds threatened several times to push the Prius off the road. The word "tundra" came to mind as we passed several old farmhouses out there in the swirling snow and wind. We wondered again just how our shivering ancestors survived out there in these miserable conditions ... so we asked them.

When you are young and your parents tell you about their childhood, what you HEAR is that they walked five miles to school every day, barefoot, uphill both ways, and you are being a lazy complainer (which is generally true). On the day after Thanksgiving, we had the pleasure of visiting with Mom (Dorothy Anderson) and Dad (Donald Anderson, Sr.) and we asked them what it was REALLY like.

It turns out that Dad moved to the tundra (a farm in Dwight, North Dakota) when he was 14. They had no electricity, running water or indoor plumbing ... for years. They had gas lanterns and oil lamps for light. The lanterns had to be pumped up but were bright -- something like a modern Coleman camping lantern. He had an oil lamp in his bedroom where less light was needed. There were plenty of things to do after dark. The neighbors often walked over, carrying their own lantern across the field, and they visited late into the evening.

Their heat was a coal-fired stove that did little for the bedrooms. You woke in the winter mornings with frost covering your blanket where you had breathed on it. Water had to be hand carried from the spring house and of course there was an outhouse for ... you know. A single Sears & Roebuck catalog was nailed to the wall inside and it lasted all winter. Did you know that the colored advertisement pages were thicker and stiffer than the black and white pages? You would if it was your privy paper!

We were fascinated by the time and effort it took to get the eggs and cream into town once a week. It took a team of horses and a sled to transport everything up to the road where the car was kept. There was no snow removal in those days -- you went over it or around it. The eggs and cream cans were loaded from the sled into the back seat of the car (no trunk) and young Don would then take the team back to the barn, unhitch them and cut across to the road to be picked up by the car so the process could be done all over again in reverse on their return.

The team consisted of a $30 horse purchased at a garage sale (yes, garage sale) and a bronco that was mostly good at being difficult. Groceries were purchased in town to supplement the rows of home canned produce stored in the cellar. The groceries were piled into the back seat with Don and the now empty cream cans and egg crates. He knew just where to sit to sneak coconut bonbons out of sight of his father in the rear view mirror!

We were surprised when these stories were not related as hardships at all -- merely fond memories of a different time. Dad smiled and said, "We didn't know any different. Everyone lived like that back then."

Then Mom and Dad spoke of the conveniences that came along later with a true sense of appreciation for the comforts they provided: a fine team of horses, electricity, running water, telephone (apparently the party line was quite entertaining), washing machine, electric stove and then several new cars.

Could these have been a little like the amazement I get from a new smart phone that tells me instantly where the Caribou Coffee is located in the next town? No. This new technology seems so trivial somehow. We very much enjoyed listening to the stories of a simpler time. And yes, we really are lazy complainers!

If any of The Bulletin subscribers have more stories about life before electricity, we'd love to hear them!

Donnie & Patty Anderson

Photo © Patty Anderson
Donnie, Dorothy & Don Anderson.

UPDATE -- we survived "Icepocolypse" just fine
by Miss Kitty
Anchorage, AK

We got a present from Hawaii this week -- they sent us a batch of their left over weather and it rained from Anchorage all the way to Barrow on the Arctic Ocean! That just doesn't happen up here in late November, according to the meteorologists and weather forecasters, but it just DID happen. It didn't affect us personally very much because we stayed in the house and the power stayed on and we stayed snug and warm. Not everybody was so lucky, though. We read about it in the newspapers and and saw the pictures online.

Anchorage kids go years without ever getting a "snow day" but this year they got two in a row and the school district wished they had made it three. Some schools were closed all week and now all their "snow days" are used up due to ice. Lots of vehicles visited the road ditches and the emergency rooms were busy. We heard it was being called "icepocolypse" on Twitter. It all ended with close to a foot of snow. It's pretty, but it's still a bit slick out there. It's warm and cozy in here and we're quite happy to be indoors.

Miss Jerrianne found more time than usual to read the 'blogs and I kept trying to catch a nap in her lap, even if it meant sending her keyboard crashing to the floor. Tonight, I was settling down for a nap when I suddenly heard music ... she was watching a video on YouTube. A flash mob appeared in the food court at a mall and sang the Hallelujah chorus from Handel's Messiah for a large number of surprised shoppers, right in the middle of their lunch break. You can see and hear it here.

Photo © Sarah Steinhauer
Levi Steinhauer & Nutmeg -- a couple of extra cute kids!
Click here to see what's new on Sarah's Where The Wild Ferns Grow blog.

Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell
Far away in the pages of a book...

Click here to see what's new on Ginny McCorkell's Bitzidoodles blog.

Q: Why do Kittens Get Stuck In Trees?

Photo © Larry T. Dake
A: Dogs Might Have Something To Do With It.

Click here for the latest news on LTD's Storybrooke Ripples blog.
(Scroll down or click here to find out what happened to Squeak.)

Day to DayR
With Donna Mae
Ashby, MN

Photo © Donna Johnson

Ashby High School production of Grease.

Photo © Donna Johnson

Caity & schoolmates in "Beauty School Dropout" scene

Photo © Donna Johnson

Cheerleaders: Paige Nelson, Bailey Funkhouser, Amber Sundahl, Alexis Ness & Caity Chap

Photo © Donna Johnson
Caity has been attending play practice for many hours for some time now. So, we were looking forward to attending the play, Grease, in which she played a cheerleader. A very entertaining play, as well, as we chose the "dinner show." This proved to be a delicious hamburger with the works, French fries, a lettuce salad, "Black Cows," if one chose, & during intermission we had apple pie & ice cream! Very fun evening.

Photo © Donna Johnson

Jayce enjoyed playing with Bridget & Doug's dogs, while we were letting them out for them, while they were gone one day. He had a great time, as did the dogs!

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

Who Is This?

Let's play a guessing game: 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.

Last week's Guess pictures

Last week's mystery photos were snitched from LTD's Storybrooke Ripples blog.
Send us some mystery photos; we will line them up in our staging area to take their turn.

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.

This is Levi and Kira Steinhauer, smiling for the camera at Grandpa Larry and Grandma Sherry's house. Looks like they're excited to have an ox cart ride from Grandpa and Scout! Isn't it great how the chilly weather hasn't seemed to dampen their spirits!

Amy Dake Harrison
Beaver Crossing, NE

The GUESS pictures are two of my dear grandchildren, Levi, age 5-1/2 and Kira, age 3-1/2. They are having a special time with their Grandpa Larry, who's giving them each an oxcart ride. You can see a bit of the yellow wheel in the pictures. Their caps are hand knit by their mother, Sarah Steinhauer. There are two short videos of the rides (November 13, 2010) on Larry's Storybrooke Ripples blog, you might enjoy looking at! Levi's ride is here. Kira's ride is here.

Sherry Dake
Brooks and Oklee, MN

Thanks for your invitation to guess. The toothless boy on the left is my great-grandson Levi Steinhauer and the cute girl on the right is his sister, Kira. Their warm caps were knit by their mother, Sarah.

Betty, you wrote that you wondered what Sarah would have to illustrate next? Just wait -- she told us her "goat tale." Thanks for all your sharing with us!

Bergit Swenson
(Sherry Dake's mother)

The GUESS pictures are always so interesting, even if they are people we have never known. I think I have a guess of the two this time, and I hope I'm right for a change. Could it be McKenna and Kierra? My next guess, without looking back, would be Levi and Kira ... because there were two, and because of the missing teeth, which I noticed on a picture of Levi recently.

Betty Weiland Droel
MoundsView, MN

This week's Guess pictures

How many can you identify? What's going on?

Memory Lane

A series of recollections, of the five years when Bill and Lois Dake and their family lived in Minnesota, began with the episode in Bulletin 343. It's too soon to tell just how many parts there will be in this series, just after World War II. In Bulletin 349, I told more about polio (once called Infantile Paralysis) via two links, Polio and Sister Kenny, to minimize disruption of the narrative flow. Both documents are posted as a series of scanned images. We can't edit them or correct typos and they will not respond to font changes or printer settings as regular Bulletin pages do.

Dorothy Dake, 20, hand tinted portrait, 1946.

Life's Perplexities
by Dorothy M. Anderson
Dwight, ND

We weren't promised that life would be a flower garden. Nor was I warned that teaching school was to become a practice in self reliance. But it certainly looks like I will be doing my own planning for the rest of the school year ... and Don will be doing NONE of his, for goodness only knows how long!

You see, he has received his Notice of Induction. The day has been set for his pre-induction physical, which he will be taking at Fort Snelling, in Minneapolis. He will be taken there at US Army expense on January 12 ... and if he is declared physically able for service in the military, he will be inducted at a time determined by the Army at a place set by the Army and then sent to wherever the Army decides to send him.

Of course, we would like to think he will be excused from service, but we are well aware that the need for men is great and the supply of young men who can serve is very limited, so we are preparing ourselves for what we believe is probably inevitable.

We have contacted the man we rent the trailer from. He feels that, being this was not in any way our planning, that if Don does indeed get his call to serve, then we can return the trailer and not pay the second half of the rent. We have appealed to Dale Deike (a school board member's son).

The board suggested that I ask for board and room at the Stoltenow's. They live a half mile due east on the township road that the school is on and have kept the teacher at various times before, so they have it all fixed up for that contingency. Also, Dale assured Don that he would keep an eye on the needs of the car, and that he would keep the road open from the Stoltenows and would make sure I had a place to park the car at the end of the driveway into the school during the school day.

Don's folks have invited me to stay with them as much as possible. They say the Soltenows are fine folks but that they are very quiet and reserved. Cleo explained that the children in their family (Mavis and Charles) were orphaned when Alice's sister died unexpectedly a few years back. I guess that Alice and Reinhold are rather overwhelmed by their parenting. Everything is rather sterile. I wonder if we are allowed to tease, or joke, or even laugh. I will need to get with the fun "goings on" in the Anderson family to keep my sense of humor!

It will be so lonesome without the "better half" and that is bad enough, so I hate to think I might end up with about the same military existence as he will be having.

I have several lists started of things we will need to do IF Don is, indeed, called to serve in this war. We will need to store all his civilian clothes and personal belongings. And if he is to be inducted, then we will need to tell the Wolds, as they will need to find new renters of their farmland. We are quite sure they would let us continue to use their house for our storage, at least until we can get some other arrangements made. It is very disappointing to have to give up the plans of having a nice place to farm.

Now then, where do my belongings go? Cleo tells me, and the girls seconded it, that I am welcome to have the single bed in the girls' room. They will have a large drawer and a small closet for me to use. I am to consider their home to be mine. But in the back of my mind, I have a thought that perhaps I may end up being one of the military brides you hear about... Or maybe, I might go back to stay with my folks.

This is a very odd feeling ... married, but not together. Not what we would choose. But then, the choices we made are put behind us; one thing I do know is that I will not leave the Mooreton School without a teacher for the next five months.

So right at the present, WE ARE HERE WAITING ... AND WONDERING.

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Photo © Mitzi Swenson
Denmark -- great food, rainy weather & plenty of art.

Scandinavian Heritage Tour: Copenhagen, Denmark
by Jayna Swenson
Salt Lake City, UT

Greetings from Copenhagen, Denmark! After a very long Tuesday, we arrived in Shane's people's homeland this morning, raring to go.

We're staying at the Danhostel Copenhagen City, a skyscraper hostel right on the river next to the (unfortunately closed for winter) Tivoli amusement park. We're on the 14th floor and enjoy a spectacular view of the city. The weather here today was overcast and chilly but not too cold.

We stand out a lot from the locals, primarily because I'm not blonde, secondly because we look like we're in an REI ad, and thirdly because we're not wearing all black. Who knew that the uniform here is an all black ensemble when the weather turns colder. I'm talking black jacket, skirt, tights and boots. If' you're really crazy, you might mix it up with a little dark gray. But don't get too carried away.

The fashions here are pretty similar to back home, except there is a significant lack of color, and almost everyone wears boots, even the kids. We saw a preschool group walking down the street and the kids nearly killed me with cuteness. Think striped colored leggings, jackets and boots of every kind. Frog rain boots, pink ones with fur, brown with buckles, you name it. On three-year-olds! I guess kids are allowed to wear colors, but just not adults.

The food has been yummy, so far.

The food has been yummy so far, if you can get over how much everything costs. The dollar is not doing so well against the Danish Kroner. My lunch was a steal at 50kr, which consisted of three open-faced sandwiches on rye bread. One was hardboiled egg, mayo, baby shrimps, lettuce, lemon and dill, the other was Danish meatballs, lettuce, pickles and pickled beets, and the last was thinly sliced sausage, aspic and onion. Can't say that I'm a huge fan of aspic, but over all, the meal was tasty. The waitress didn't have any English menus, so she translated the entire menu for us into English.

The restaurant was half underground and felt like a cabin of an old ship. The room was about the size of a bedroom and had wood beams everywhere and it was evident by the 1/4" chipping paint and the old photos of handlebar-mustached men, that this place had some history.

Yesterday's overcast skies had turned to rain overnight and we were glad that we had umbrellas and rain jackets, so we stayed dry. We wandered around town, stopping for tea, cupcakes (with amazing packaging and signage ... almost as good as the cupcakes themselves), more tea, and then some more tea after that. It was a good excuse to get out of the rain.

We went through part of the National Museum, looking at Viking ships and mummies (with incredibly good teeth ... go Danes!) and then had an incredibly large dinner at an empty, cozy restaurant. Apparently it is not custom for people here to eat dinner at 5:30 p.m. Kjirsten and I shared a pork hot pot with paprika sauce, bacon, sausage, bell peppers, green beans, tomatoes and French fries, and Shane and Mitzi shared a smørrebrød spread that included things like pickled herring, smoked salmon, pork, etc. [Smørrebrød = open-face sandwiches on rye bread -- a Danish culinary art form.] We were intensely full, but somehow managed to find more room for ice cream on the canal. Only with the Swensons...

Tomorrow we head off to Oslo, Norway on our overnight cruise.

To be continued...

Photos © Mitzi Swenson
In Copenhagen -- sailboats & classical sculpture.

Celebrations & Observances
From the Files of
Hetty Hooper

This Week's Birthdays
November 30---Aaron Stahlecker
December 3---Twila Aydelotte
December 4---Sonja Dake
December 4---Carol Dake Printz
December 4---Elaine Anderson Wold

Happy Birthday!

This Week's Anniversaries
November 29---Kurtis and Jeni Larson (6 years)

More December Birthdays
December 7---Aunika Swenson
December 11---Ryan Henderson
December 11---Makaila Belle Gordon (3 years)
December 11---Wyatt Wm. Meyer (11 years)
December 12---Sarah Lynn Dake Steinhauer
December 13---Larry Dake
December 13---Derek Swenson
December 14---Kathleen Dake Stahlecker
December 16---Avery Hope McNeill (2 years)
December 17---Char Morgan Myron
December 17---Austin Printz
December 19---Barb Anderson
December 19---Lisa Boltz
December 20---Jay Pierre Miller
December 21---Melanie Anderson Shockey
December 21---Jonathan Glen Hill (6 years)
December 24---Ken Hellevang
December 24---Arbor Johnson
December 24---Beaver Johnson
December 25---Angela Stahlecker Roberson
December 26---Koen de Been
December 29---Mitzi Johnson Swenson
December 30---Travis Quick

December Anniversaries
December 20---Eric and Melanie Anderson Shockey (8 years)
December 23---Harold and Carol Dake Printz (43 years)
December 27---Earl and Kathleen Dake Stahlecker (36 years)

December Special Days

December 7---Pearl Harbor Day
December 21---First Day of Winter
December 25---Christmas Day
December 31---New Year's Eve

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

Miss Hetty


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Thank you so much for sending The Bulletin in a special way since I could not get it in the regular way. I traveled far and wide today and was wondering if that statue is my grandpa, Hans Christian Andersen? He spelled his last name with an "en" when he came to United States from Denmark. He was very famous in our eyes and hearts.

Mavis Anderson Morgan
Hope, ND

Good question, Mavis. Here's another view. What do you think? --Photo Ed.

Photo © Shane Swenson
Kjirsten & Mitzi Swenson with Hans Christian Andersen in Copenhagen.

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

I haven't seen white turkeys before. Are they albino? No matter what, they suggest the season that is this very week, and we look forward to turkey without any feathers on regardless of color. White turkeys are now the most commonly grown commercial breed, but the pictured turkeys are of a "heritage" breed (think "heirloom" if they were tomatoes or beans) called Royal Palm. --Photo Ed.

Our plan for the last few years has been to be with our grandson and family in Burnsville, Tim and Heather Droel. Several family will be there, some coming great distances, so we are anxious for a special day. Considering the ice that accumulated today on the sidewalks and roads, we are hoping for a nice day.

Oh, I was so sorry about that snowstorm happening just on the last day of the Red Chair Antiques store opening. All the more scones for you, eh, Donnie? We did not make it up there this year. Each year finds us happier to stay put, with Roy approaching 90. I am always interested in every detail of success for that store. It is so much work -- besides fun, of course.

That was a view we will never see of Chicago, but how would we ever find ourselves on the 41st floor looking out a window onto Lake Michigan like you did, Weston?

All the details you wrote and the great pictures you took made it interesting, too, even we who do not even understand the games played on that manicured field.

So, your work is not all work or all play, but a good balance. Sounds like a very responsible job to me.

Anyone just glancing at that photo on the log wall, with the greenery and white blossom, would never in all this world guess the background of it all. Knowing that is Amy Dake in the photograph makes it a priceless possession, and the fact the plant has a long history makes it also priceless. The bloom on it has a history, too. Maybe you could take a larger closer up picture of that special plant, Donnie.

The Stahlecker and Meyer family pictures at a huge, lovely meal like that would be welcome to see in The Bulletin this time for those on the pictures. I take it that these pictures were taken last year. The preparation and the clean up are major. Too bad no pictures of that process of the busy cooks.

"Some things we are thankful for" turned out very nice. Thank you, Editors, for suggesting people send in what they were thankful for. Not easy to narrow it down to only a few things.

Doug being thankful for the Swanson dinners was touching to me. He is such a good cook, but likely submits to the Swanson ones sometimes.

Even my dear sister-in-law sent in one. Rich and Verlaine are in Georgia visiting their daughter Sharalyn and family right now. They missed the ice we had here last night and today -- or maybe they didn't really miss it.

It took me quite awhile to decide those really were two different cats. Soapy and Squeak. Finally, I see that Squeak has a round white patch by each eye, and Soapy has a pointed patch beside each eye.

It wouldn't have been complete without a story by Miss Kitty. I had to laugh at the description of Tabasco drinking water with the toy mouse floating in the water dish.

I can just imagine that Chang Pah was very impressed with Miss Jerrianne. She knows her cats, and would leave a lasting impression on any she gets to care for.

I agree totally about the pumpkin pie and whipped cream, Miss Kitty. What could be better? I plan to take some pies to our dinner Thursday, and for sure there will be pumpkin ones.

I am attaching a picture from the Bitzidoodles Blog that is my favorite so far. Such a sweet little girl in the flowers with the cat.

Photo illustration © Virginia McCorkell

Grandpa Larry Dake must spend hours with his creation of the ox cart and Scout.

Memory Lane held our suspense and attention just as much as it did from the first part of the account of the newlyweds. I know it will have to end sometime, but we are still eagerly anticipating a next chapter each time The Bulletin arrives. I see in the picture that the "men" did have cowboy boots on, but not the mom. Just what you said would happen, Dorothy.

We were glad you included the actual letter exchange about the pictures and the people. So typical to know something about some and nothing about others.

"Scandinavian Heritage Tour" begins a one of a kind Travelogue now with Mitzi and Kjirsten traveling again. I thought that was so strange that they couldn't find lefse. For sure we would have thought it was everywhere. Maybe the younger generation are not fond of it. In Copenhagen, I wonder if those huge buildings are homes or offices? MMMmmm, cupcakes!

The quotation for the day about gratitude was appropriate for our Thanksgiving week issue. There is a lighthearted, glad feeling when someone shows thankfulness and gratitude. It seems to be missing nowadays, but actually, we need it all the more.

Now here is a bit of gratitude coming from a devoted dedicated subscriber for Bulletin #440.

Betty Droel


Photo © Michael Steinhauer
No kidding -- Sarah Steinhauer knits warm sweaters for her goat kids, too!

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