Joanne grew up in the St. Anthony Park neighborhood of St. Paul, MN. It's a hilly, lovely, heavily wooded area of winding streets, on the east border of Minneapolis. She chose Concordia College, Moorhead, MN., across the Red River from Fargo, ND. It was her first exposure to wind from Dakota and she often remarked about how windy it was. It wasn't like St. Anthony Park.
Shortly after she moved to Canton, SD., to teach at Augustana Academy, she went to the local Ben Franklin Store, remember them?, and asked a clerk where she could find a certain item. The clerk replied "It's on the west end of the south aisle." Joanne said "Huh?" West and south weren't in her frame of reference from life in St. Anthony Park where only left and right were helpful.
These stories came to mind today when Trygve and I ventured out into a prairie wind of 25mph. Is this fall unusually windy? Having not spent so much time here since the early 60s I'm not a good judge. There have been many windy days but the days it has snowed were almost windless. My childhood memory of snow is that it always came sideways and pictures of snow on New England fence posts seemed unreal.
Takk for alt,
Al
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