Saturday, April 28, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Popsicle…. ......5 cents
Ice Cream Sandwich.....10 cents
Bubble Up.............10 oz,10 cents
Sunny Sky............10 oz,10 cents
Hires Rootbeer.....8 oz, 10 cents
Coke… 6 oz, but don’t buy because it rots your teeth
Baby Ruth............. 5 cents
Nut Goodie............10 cents
Mr. Goodbar...........5 cents
Planter’s peanuts, bag, 5 cents
Almond Joy...........10 cents
Salted Nut Roll ...5 cents
Bazooka Bubble Gum with comic.. . 1 cent
Lucky Strike, Pall Mall candy cigarettes, 5 cents a pack
The convenience store at the Tarnow's Resort is no longer in this Lake Andrew cottage. The store and office is now located in a building much closer to our old house. This change would have saved us quite a few barefoot steps for our daily trip down the gravel resort road to buy cool treats during hot summers in the 50s.
Another part of those summers was Paul and Helen Tarnowski's nephew, Tom Lempka, or Tommy Lambchop is we cleverly nicked-named our summer playmate, in honor of the Shari Lewis puppet. Tom would be dropped off at the resort by his father, Roman, in his black and white '55 Ford. Shortly, Tom would call "Eee---Ahhh---Key" through the trees to signal his arrival and his availability for good times.
Tom now lives in Alexandria with his wife, according to Karen Westby. I copied his photo off of her Class of 1967 web site.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
She has eight teeth in or coming in now. Tried to get a photo with all of them showing, but our girl just wasn't working with us this morning.
Grandma and Grandpa get her one day a week now. We're going to bed early tonight, right after the Twins game. We're exhausted.
Briggs has been an admissions counselor at the College of St. Catherine since her graduation from there in 2005.
She and husband Bill will move to Boston in September.
According to family press agent Steve Rolfsrud, Bill should be able to transfer within the KPMG accounting firm to their Boston office.
Steve has been recruited to help Bill drive the U-Haul truck to Boston in September. Briggs is the daughter of Steve and Nancy Rolfsrud. She has a brother, Ford, and a sister, Breck.
Congratulations Briggs! Hurry back, and be careful out amongst those East Coast types.
And just exactly who was the other Rolfsrud at Harvard you ask? Why, our cousin Arnold, of course, back in the 60s. Dad's nephew. Speaking of Arnold, just for fun, Google "Rolfsrud" sometime and you will see a ton of references to Arnold and Metha's daughter, Erika Rolfsrud, an actress who kept our family moniker as her stage name.
Among many other things, she's appeared on Broadway, the Lincoln Center, as well as TV's Law and Order and Third Watch. (Gotta watch those credits to make sure they spell Rolfsrud correctly.)
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Before there were Martin Trousils in that farmhouse, there were Frank Hochstetters. Frank got polio and we never saw them again, but before the dear family left, my big sister Becky Rolfsrud had an idea to surprise little Ruthie Hochstetter with a visit from the Easter Bunny. Somebody got into a homemade bunny costume and four or five of us kids trooped over there early Easter Sunday circa 1952. But we were too shy to make an actual appearance at the farmhouse door, so we left the Easter Basket, filled with eggs and goodies for Ruthie, on the top step, banged on the door and ran.
Peeking from the corner of the house we could see that, in all our excitement, we had left the handle of the basket blocking the door. Too late. The door swung open and Ruthie's goodies scattered helter-skelter all over her yard.
Mrs. Hochstetter scrambled to recover the eggs, calling out thank yous from her knees to the hidden donors. We were not only shy, but now too embarassed to acknowledge her.
We argued all the way home. I think the Easter Bunny got most of the blame.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
The yard light is still in front of it, but it appears that the power supply has gone modern and underground, judging by the gray meter next to it.
I took this picture on Friday.
There used to be a galvanized woven-wire fence line near the tree, dividing the back yard from the pasture on our old place. The fence is gone.
On the far side of the fence was where Topsy, the Elmo Hegg's pony, spent a summer with us in 1958. They were building Jefferson High School in Alexandria for the baby boomers that year and the Heggs, who lived near the construction, wanted Topsy to have a peaceful summer.
We gladly saddled and rode Topsy around and around the bridal path past this tree all summer long.
Even our neighbor, Winifred Hapke, put on her old jodpers to give Topsy a spin. Her old fart husband Al didn't think much of it and just kept on mowing his yard with his green self-propelled reel mower, surely the only one of its kind in Lake Mary Township. You could putt on his lawn, but nobody had any golf clubs. Al taught clarinet lessons and on quiet afternoons you could hear the Flight of the Bumblebee through the trees.
Brother Steve Rolfsrud was about three years old, I think, when a nasty snapping turtle approached his barefoot big toe under this tree. Our family spaniel mix, Nicky, barked and created such havoc that nothing bad happened until Dad arrived with a crowbar and killed the snapper. Looking at the condition of Steve's appendages today, don't know if it would have made much difference if the turtle had succeeded.
Black and white Nicky was a hero and truly loved. Then one day she got hit by a car and limped around on three pegs until we put her down.
Grade school classmate Alan Norling's Dad fought in Korea with a German Shepherd. He got to the keep the dog. Its name was Lucky -- but it wasn't for us. Lucky had an attitude about kitties. One day Mrs. Norling parked the car near the tree and let Lucky get out. Big mistake. Lucky spotted one of our kitties. The kitty made a beeline for this tree. Lucky won. Mrs. Norling apologized for the dead kitty.
The Norlings lived on the north shore of Lake Andrew. I saw my first television show there. The Pinky Lee Show. I remember elephants and a circus tent.
Iver Gulbranson admired Dad a lot. Iver worked for the phone company. Dad didn't have a telephone in his creative writing studio (see photo below) but he thought an intercom to the house might be nice. Iver volunteered to set Dad up and one Saturday Iver and I stretched the war surplus commo cable from the house to the studio, using the telephone pole seen in the photo. Big ol' Iver had spikes on his boots and jacked himself up that shaky pole. Damndest thing I'd seen. Before you know it, there was an intercom from the house to the studio and now Dad could tell us what to do, remotely.
For many years there was a mailbox attached to this tree. It contained clothes pins to service the nearby clothes line, which was heavily used until mother purchased an electric clothes dryer from Dudley Gawthrop of Dud's Electric. Think about it. Would you ever buy an electrical appliance from a man named Dud?
But then again, just who would ever buy an Edsel?
Next to this tree there is a walnut tree. I have a photo of it too, my friends. There are stories that go with it. Just not now.
But now, after a spring trip to Ohio to see relatives and to memorialize her late mother-in-law Betty, everything makes perfect sense. Her husband, she has now learned, is part Mohican, and so, of course, her son. Not enough blood to earn shares in a casino, but just enough for the husband to annoy the wife with smug references to "my people."
Saturday, April 21, 2007
In the center of the building is the stone fireplace Dad and his helper built when Dad should have been writing books.
For those Rolfsruds yearning to return to their lakeside roots, Pospisal Drive, below, appears more affordable and more Norwegian. And remember, the very first developer on Lake Andrew of any note was the late Buzz Sonstegaard, the sire of Nancy Rolfsrud. So there, you richies.
Yes, these homesites are tempting, but just stay the course, Linda. Remember, the Wexford comes with grandchildren.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
HOA#1 NEWSFLASH - REPORT OF INCIDENT (4/17/07)This newsflash will report the status of an incident experienced early this morning, April 17, in HOA#1. It was discovered that two young men in a vehicle had driven onto the golf course (hole #16) early this morning, causing moderate damage.
The vehicle then drove onto Ridgeview in a reckless manner, causing serious safety concerns to walkers. The HOA#1 patrol quickly tracked the vehicle and immediately alerted the Sheriff's Department. One individual was taken to hospital with injuries sustained from the driving, and the other was later apprehended and taken into custody.
Based upon the behavior experienced during and after the incident, it was strongly suspected that the two individuals were under the influence of a substance. At least one individual appeared to be familiar to the deputy sheriff. For those residents who witnessed the vehicle at that time and were placed in harm's way, please be assured that this incident has come to a safe conclusion.
We are grateful to the sheriff's department for its quick response, and for the diligence of HOA#1 patrol employee Gloria Eby.
This incident stresses the commitment of patrol and the sheriff's department to respond to all suspicious activity, and the need for residents to alert us to such activity without reservation.
(Mug shots courtesy Pinal County Sheriff's Dept. Please remember that all suspects are innocent until proven guilty in a court of law.)
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Shakopee Valley News
Sunday, April 15, 2007
A beautiful day for a neighbor.
Would you be mine? Could you be mine?...
It's a neighborly day in this beauty wood,
A neighborly day for a beauty.
Would you be mine? Could you be mine?...
I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you.
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.
So, let's make the most of this beautiful day.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Fortunately, Kathleen wasn't all talked out. When she got home, her mother-in-law wanted to talk to her. So she called Mom at Knute Nelson and was able to comfort her with an explanation of how tiny bone fractures heal naturally. This explanation thanks to an earlier e-mail from family orthopedist So-sie Shearer. (The body makes natural glue on the broken edges, I think she said.) Mother continues to tell Stan he should be grateful for his wife.
(Photo by the lady at the next table)
Thursday, April 12, 2007
He was the first of my many cats not named for inventors.
I've had Isaac Newton, Madame Curie, Cyrus McCormick, Eli Whitney (who had to be renamed to Eliza). Finding women inventors is harder than male -- so my current female is "Hypathia" who was a genius mathematician back in Alexandria, Egypt -- who was so smart she drew the envy of the men who skinned her alive.
And now I also have Yo de Mama -- the outside kitty who gifted me with all of these just 4 days after I had put down 17 year old Madame Curie with the vow not to have more cats. Out from under the house she walked with her brood. And outside with her is Wild Bill -- name is descriptive who is a sibling to Grey Ghost and Hypathia. He got trapped and neutered but got loose before he could be tamed. [4 kittens loose in the house at 2 am when they either opened the cage or I didn't shut it properly]
So some of you have grandkids -- I have cats.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
420 12th Ave. E
Alexandria, MN 56308
It was great hearing Mom say it that way because, at once, it proved she was still sharp as a tack and capable of joy.
Mother was flat on her back after a nasty fall that was causing her great pain. Family members were coming by to see her last Saturday, filing in, not sure what to expect. Mom was happy to see everyone, including Danny.
At age 68, Dan Neilson is one of the newer members of Mom's extended family.
Dan is Kathleen Rolfsrud's older brother. Kathleen lost her younger brother, James John, to a heart attack about 13 years ago. Kathleen's older sister, Mary Lou Brewer, (photo) lives in Durango, Colorado, with her husband, David.
Dan retired from Brown & Bigelow four years ago. He worked there 35 years and earned a pension. We're not exactly sure what he did there, but early on it involved a forklift, because an accident with one fractured his pelvis. Kathleen was truly amazed by all the friends Dan had made who took time to see him during his hospital stay.
Dan is a bachelor who lived with his mother, Florence, until she went into a nursing home and died last year at age 99. We sold their St. Paul house and now Dan lives in the Chicago Lofts at Midtown in the renovated Sears building in Minneapolis, on the 10th floor. He's hardly ever home.
That's because Dan has places to go and people to see. He visits coffee shops, restaurants, parks, churches, malls, ball fields, uptown and downtown where he makes friends easily with his unassuming, gentle manner.
Dan is a devout Roman Catholic. His prayer book has been thumbed almost beyond recognition. He observes Holy Days, Days of Obligation, goes to confession, never misses mass. His loft connects by heated skyway to the massive Abbott-Northwestern-Children's Hospital complex and he has discovered the chapel over there and is acquainted with the priest. That's a good thing, because a blizzard wouldn't otherwise keep Dan from venturing outdoors to Mass.
He's also discovered the cafeteria over there. It's about three indoor blocks away, but he says he needs the exercise. We're also happy that he has located the emergency room. Dan has never had a heart attack, but he's had a double bypass and a heart valve replacement. So we worry about him, but know that good help is close by, should he ever need it. Some of Dan's neighbors are doctors who practice at the hospitals.
Mother and Dan connected again when he came to Thanksgiving Dinner last year.
They fished long and hard back then, hoping to catch and freeze enough sunfish to feed the entire neighborhood in St. Paul. That genuine spirit of generosity may have been his father's greatest gift, because it lives on in Dan today.