Friday, July 31, 2009
By 6 p.m. she's scheduled to arrive here in bustling Shakopee, just in time for a drive-by of Derby Days.
Not that hard to do, now that Farve is out of the picture.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Years ago Mom would record some music and bring the tapes in to be played on the air. Stan can remember running into the little white radio building on Broadway (with a certain amount of awe) carrying some audio tapes to ask Disk Jockey Steve Sherwin (above) to "bulk" or erase the tapes on a big magnet so Mom could put new songs on them. That was in the early 1960s. Sherwin was on the air at KXRA for 41 years!
Of course we all remember that every Sunday the 9:30 First Lutheran Church Service would be broadcast live. This was very convenient, because you could get pertinent sermon details from the car radio to snuff any parental suspicions of teen church skipping. Don't know if they are still broadcasting services to assist today's youth. Anybody?
Radio Host Patty Wicken (pictured below) says they talked on the air about Erling and Beverly during their anniversary programming today.
Here's an email written by Patty that was forwarded to Stan today:
KXRA 1490-AM went on the air July 27, 1949. I am attaching a couple of pictures. One is of Ken Tessmer, seated at the microphone (Mayor Ness to his right). Ken was one of the original owners of KXRA. The owners all sat together and flipped a coin to see whose voice would be the first one heard on KXRA. Ken won the toss and returned to our studios today, 60 years later, for an interview. He is still actively selling real estate in the lakes area.
Steve Sherwin, holding the balloon, was on the air continuously on 1490 for 41 years. Amazing. The other one is lumpy and limpy.
Maybe Stan would be interested to know that we talked about his parents today on the anniverary show. Erling Rolfsrud would play the organ and Beverly Rolfsrud would sing on their little radio show on KXRA.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Door knob on back porch repaired. . . three months.
Front doorbell fixed.......... two years
Hot tub cover siliconed. . . six months
Barn swallow mud nests removed again. . . 14 hours
Toilet seat in guest bath tightened. . . six months.
Paint splotch on door panel removed . . . two years
Shower head cleared. . . one year.
Towel bar, master bath. . . two years
Towel bar, guest bath. . . one year
There are still plenty of items left in the job jar. No time for that now, just the ordinary prep. But it is great having a doorbell again! Thanks Karl and Sue, Mark and Karen!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
(Not pictured are John and Rick. They didn't arrive until the second show at 10 p.m. And Kathleen wasn't making pictures, or chicken wings, anymore.)
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Monday night eight guys are coming to the house for chicken wings and movies of their recent golfing and whisky study trip to Scotland. Stan has been busy cutting up two hours of video clips and 1000 still photos into something reasonably entertaining for this demanding crew.
In the process, he uncovered footage of the brief geneological search he conducted in Riccarton, home of our great great great grandfather Adam and his son, Peter, who immigrated to the U.S. in the mid-1800s.
The search began, and ended, at this bus stop. Here's the snip from the movie. It's not exactly "Roots."
Monday, July 13, 2009
Over a half decade ago, we imagine, a young man, hired for the summer by Cullen's Builders, was charged with installing the landscaping cloth and stone in the low-maintenance gardens around mother's new house.
He probably had a date that night and was in a hurry to complete a task deemed beneath himself. The thick layer of stones would easily hide a sloppy, slap-dash job of stretching plastic to meet the edges. It would be years before the weeds would find the massive gaps between edging and the plastic sheets, but by then he'd be long gone, he reasoned, and finishing dental school.
So the lazy summer gardener is now a dentist, cheating his patients on the gold content of their fillings.
Mother's weeds are now thick enough to earn a notation in the official neighborhood association meeting minutes.
You can always just kill the weeds with a fine chemical product called Roundup, but this only buys a little time until the next crop. What is required is major surgery, removing the rocks, rooting the dirt and patching the plastic gaps the way it should have been done years ago.
This we did on a good Friday. Under a glorious sun, we knelt down, exposed the lies, the sins of omission, the cover-up. We removed the rocks, shook the dirt off, separated out the pig weed, the threw the dirt onto the adjacent sod.
Just that very morning the Lake Region Echo-Press had delivered unto us a free copy of its County Shopper.
We pressed this into immediate service and to its highest use: hard-working weed blocker, guaranteed to hold up at least 20 years before breaking down. (Look this up -- at least one neighbor and one brother shook their heads and said we should use plastic, not newspaper. Uff Da. Look up chapter and verse in your recycler's prayer book.)
As we refilled the saved stone onto the clean newsprint, we took satisfaction in a difficult job well done and in a mood of generosity, forgave the sloppy landscaping engineer. Our late Uncle Halvor would have described his work as "Peter Tumbledown," and would often point out the folly of building a crooked fence, not mouse-proofing a granary, or skimping on oil in the crankcase.
He would have approved Friday's reconstruction and we thought of him as we finished up.
Satisfied, we looked across the sidewalk at the next flowerbed. It, too, was a swamp of pigweed hiding a secret past. But the sun was high now, our knees were sore, our spirit flagging.
We got out the Roundup.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
The case of Fenestra vintage we selected after the wedding at the 1889 Winery building in the Livermore Valley has arrived safely by UPS. You know, the 2006 Zinfandel with a spicy bouquet of black cherry, pepper, and cloves, with flavors of plum, dried cherries and toasty oak. That one. It took an extra day to deliver it because receiving a liquor shipment in Minnesota requires a responsible adult. Kathleen signed.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
A really good live band, sunshine, lots of food, newlyweds, friends, gunshots, and free drinks all equals fun. We're still working up a wedding video, but we did this four-minute party clip today. Enjoy this toast to our Zakk and Jenn, they're still honeymooning.
Enjoy your day, Al!
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Monday, July 06, 2009
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Here he's pictured getting a scrap to eat between greeting friends and doing errands at the wedding reception on a hot June day in Sunol park.
Meanwhile, the groom called his mother a few minutes ago and then emailed this picture, proving he's safely aboard the honeymoon cruise ship. Zach and Jenn (the bride and groom) are under way after enjoying a quick two days in Key West. They will go to several Eastern Caribbean islands and be back home next Sunday.
Friday, July 03, 2009
Stan, this is the "before" picture of our trip into the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness, June 29-July 2. The other picture (below), is the "after" picture. In this picture, L to R, are: Steve, Ron, Joe (Erik's friend), and Erik.
Our route was east of Ely on the Fernberg Road, starting at Snowbank Lake, then on to Parent Lake, Disappointment Lake, Jordan Lake, Ima Lake, Hatchet Lake, Thomas Lake, Kiana Lake, Insula Lake, Hudson Lake, and "Numbers Lakes". The distance was 38 miles.
We saw lots of loons, a bald eagle, hawks, turtles, and gulls. Cloudy and overcast all days, very little sun, some rain, and mist.
Our food ranged from granola to scrambled eggs with bacon bits, bagels with lots of peanut butter and jam, highlighted with summer sausage, macaroni and cheese with Spam, (yummy!), Jamaican chicken with rice, beef stroganoff, and ample beef jerky. And of course "gorp": dried fruit and peanuts. Coffee, hot chocolate, and water were the preferred liquids, along with a spot of brandy and whiskey around the campfire to "man us up"!
Some of the great joys were the campfire conversations which usually centered around religion, politics, history, and ethics. The big suggestions to come out of the trip are:
1) Do it again next year;
2) Invite President Obama to join us!
On our way home we stopped at Gordy's in Cloquet and feasted on burgers, coneys, malts, and onion rings! Shana called us and asked Erik to bring home an order of onion rings (he did)!
Truly a great trip and very liberating. Creation is a true gift of God! The BWCAW stirs the solitude of the soul!
Question: Is that the same shirt that Ron has on in the "before" and the "after" picture? If so, why is Steve smiling?