Friday, June 30, 2023

VA Again

        It is certainly nice to live 10 minutes from the Minneapolis VA. Today I had an eye exam there. After the exam I repaired to the glasses store to order glasses.  Reaching it at noon there was only one technician on duty during the lunch hour. With 13 persons in line before me I left. Living so close it seemed a good bet that going at a different time the wait would be less.

     My eyes are healthy and the cataracs progress each year but still not to the point of surgery. Night vision is not a problem so I am very fortunate. Yes. I'm grateful!

Takk for alt,

Al


    Shopping in Naha, Okinawa, with an obvious Marine haircut. 😃

Thursday, June 29, 2023

VA to the rescue!

         Prior to the COVID pandemic the Minneapolis, VA., had a audiology walk-in clinic, open mornings. It would have been suitable for my current hearing aid issue. The current problem that I experienced was with the battery charger not the hearing aid. Fortunately I had a routine appointment scheduled and wisely I brought the charger to the appointment. The audiologist found the charger was broken and gave me a new one.

       Nationally the VA has had some issues reported in the press. My experience has been almost all positive. The one exception is occasionally a long lead time for specialty appointments. Had I not had a prior appointment scheduled I may have had to wait some time to replace the charger. A year ago when it was difficult to schedule an eye exam I was referred to Vision World. There I had the exam and the VA supplied the glasses prescribed by Vision World. Tomorrow I'm scheduled for an eye exam at the VA.

Takk for alt,

Al

     

Wednesday, June 28, 2023

OFH

     Kaia and I just rolled into the OFH. The travel plan to arrive after rush hour was a good one with very light traffic. A pall of smoke hangs over the MIssissippi River Valley.

   Hearing aid died Tuesday, audiology appointment at the VA tomorrow! 😁

   More tomorrow!

Takk for alt,

Al

Tuesday, June 27, 2023

Hearing Aids

     With significant hearing impairment hearing aids are very important to me. With the aids connected to the phone it makes phone conversations easy. Overnight my right aid failed. The phone connection is through that aid so now I use speaker with the phone near the left ear. It works, after a fashion, but is not suitable for longer conversations. Fortunately I have an audiology appointment scheduled for Friday. They timing is fortuitous as it has been booked for six months. A spare pair reside in the OFH so when I get there I'll try them.

    While the aid failure is frustrating it also serves as a reminder that I'm very fortunate to have good (usually) aids. The VA provides them to me and also services them. That's all because I spent a few years loafing in the USMC. 😊

Takk for alt,

Al



Four companies in formation with the four company commanders in front, and the battalion executive officer facing the battalion commander, at Camp Sukiran, Okinawa, 1961.

Monday, June 26, 2023

Noteable Book!

        Once in a discussion with a Norwegian friend he wondered about the reality of white supremacy in America. Part of my reply to him was "America had never come to terms with the history of slavery from the earliest days of European settlement." While the North won the War Between The States, for a variety of reasons the South won the peace.

     Any person wanting to understand the reality of American slavery, that person would do well to read How The Word Is Passed: A Reckoning With The History Of Slavery Across America, Clint Smith, 2021.  "Beginning in his hometown of New Orleans, Clint Smith leads the reader on an unforgettable tour of monuments and landmarks--those that are honest about the past and those that are not--that offer an intergenerational story of how slavery has been central in shaping our nation's collective history and ourselves." Book cover. 

      Beginning at Thomas Jefferson's Monticello Plantation and ending in Senegal, Smith leads the reader on tour sites illustrating the breadth, depth and agony of slavery in America. "Slavery's an institution. In Jefferson's lifetime it became a system. So what is the slave system? It is a system of exploitation, a system of inequality and exclusion, a system where people are owned as property and held down by physical and psychological force, a system being justified even by people who know slavery is morally wrong. By doing what? By denying the very humanity of those who are enslaved solely on the basis of the color of their skin."  P. 11

     Visiting New York City for a tour of sites relating to slavery the tour guide, 'Damaras' speaks: '"Race is a byproduct of racism. In fact race doesn't exist...It's a social construct There never has been any scientific or genetic evidence to back up the concept of race. Despite it being false, it has woven its way into the fabric of all of our societies."' P. 209

    Smith's writing bears evidence of his gifts as a poet given the marvelous descriptions of the settings he has chosen to investigate. The book's status as a New York Times bestseller heartens me has I wish everyone would read it.

Takk for alt,

Al



Sunday, June 25, 2023

Penang Malaysia

      Once upon a time I travelled from Bangkok, Thailand to Singapore. The first part of this trip was via train which took me to the island of Penang, Malaysia. This stop provided me with a story I like to tell.  On prior trips to Southeast Asia I travelled without reservations for lodging. By the time I was planning the trip to Singapore it was possible to make reservations online. Searching online I found a hotel in Penang with a two tier price structure. The room was $10.00 per night unless you wanted it single occupancy then it was $20.00. Being a big spender I took the $20.00 option lest I have a roomate! 😁

    Sometime after that Joanne gave me a book, The Gift Of Rain, Tan Twan Eng, 2007, which was set on Penang during World War II. It is a very good book which I read twice. It was made more enjoyable referencing places I'd visited.

   So you may be wondering why this comes up now?  Storytellers don't need much of an excuse to tell, especially in something like a blog where the writer is not subject to hearers doeing eye rolls, non-verbally saying "there he goes again".

    All the foregoing is leading to telling that The Little House has had the gift of rain. "The gift of rain" is such a nice phrase it begged to be used. Blessed with about 4" of rain that came in several installments improving its effect. The House is now surrounded by happy cornfields. This rain is worth millions of $$$.

Takk for alt,

Al



















Saturday, June 24, 2023

Memory...

     When I saw this Beetle Bailey comic today it brought memories from when I was in the Marines.


    After finishing boot camp I was assigned duty in a rifle company (infantry). Though my job was in the office of the company we would all go the 'field', i.e, infantry training or maneuvers. All Marines are first riflemen even though they may have office duties as I did. These field exercises were often several weeks long.
    Beards and mustaches are strictly forbidden in the USMC. The rationale given for this rule is that facial hair complicates treating facial wounds. While this is true I suspect that larger reason is to enforce uniformity. Even while we were living in tents outdoors in the field  daily shaving was mandatory. This often meant using a helmet for water for shaving with a safety razor.
     The office staff all transferred to the field  included the commanding officer, the executive officer, first sergeant, office clerks of which I was one, jeep driver and radio man. The radio man carried a PRC-9 radio, see picture below. The radio had a removable battery and he'd carry spares because there was no way to recharge them.
     Some enterprising Marine discovered that a used battery had enough voltage to power an electric razor. Packing our electric razor to the field eliminated the need to shave with a safety razor and water in a helmet. Unlike General Halftrack we didn't have TV but an electric razor was helpful.
     At night we enlisted men would take two hour shifts monitoring the radio.
     It's a Corps tradition that in the fields enlisted men eat first and officers last...not so when in the barracks. At Camp Pendleton we had battalion mess halls (dining rooms.) With approximately 1000 Marines in a battalion the lines to eat were very long. Officers went to the head of the line. I still don't like to stand in line.  

Takk for alt

Al

                               PRC-9, Radio


Friday, June 23, 2023

Price conundrum!

          The daily Minneapolis Tribune list commodity prices for grains soybeans, cattle, hogs, etc., from the Chicago Board Of Trade. High commodity prices are generally good news for farmers. Often higher commodity prices are followed by higher prices for inputs; those things farmers must purchase to plant a crop.  These inputs include seed, fertilizer and chemicals. Fuel costs are another major expense and can fluctuate significantly. Parts for machinery typically are expensive as is labor for repair.

       My experience today gave me a minor example of the costs with which farmers are confronted. One of my tractors, manufactured in the 1960s, requires a special lubricant. This tractor, manufactured by International Harvester Corp., uses a lubricant in its transmission that also serves the hydraulic system,  Produced by the tractor manufacture this fluid is called Hi-Tran. 

     The five gallons I purchased bulk, I provided my own container, cost $93.00. This was a small amount, nothing compared to the volume real farmers must purchase. It's an example of what farmers confront in efforts to make a profit. Commodity prices can be volatile but costs only go up. 

Takk for alt,

Al

Thursday, June 22, 2023

Imprecision Ag!

       The big thing in agriculture today is precision agriculture. Look at this blurb from South Dakota State University in nearby Brookings.

"Help improve tomorrow's agricultural practices.

The Precision Agriculture major prepares students for careers that bridge the gaps between agronomy, agriculture machinery management, and data sciences caused by the rapid evolution of high-speed sensor technology.  South Dakota State University offers the first-in-the-nation Bachelor of Science degree in Precision Agriculture. SDSU is leading the nation as the first land grant university to offer both a major and minor in precision agriculture. Precision technology and training are key to increasing farm profitability and will play a major role in ecosystem sustainability. Agriculture is experiencing a fast-paced evolution as technology continues to develop. Precision agriculture has emerged with an array of new and exciting – and increasingly high-tech – tools. The integration of computer technology with farm equipment, farm sensors, GPS navigation, satellite imagery and drone imagery are quickly revolutionizing agricultural production."

    Ya, then! I'm at the opposite end of that spectrum with my imprecision efforts!  😀 One of my fields had a significant amount of corn left uneaten by the wildlife. When I planted a new crop those leftover kernels sprouted. Because corn does not do well when crowded I tilled up the field and re-seeded. 

    A friend, who is a real farmer said "You may get more volunteer corn." He was correct, I did get more! Now what? Using my 'new' 1960s cultivator I tried cross cultivating it today. It looks terrible. Did it improve anything? Who knows??? Certainly good that farming isn't my livelihood!"

   At the Banker's/Butcher's meal Wednesday I was asked if I wanted a job as an agriculture loan officer. 😁 There are two issues with that: 1. I have a faulty synapse in my brain relating to numbers. 2. Having a job would mean that I'd be expected to show up.

Takk for alt,

Al

                                 Before

                                  After






Wednesday, June 21, 2023

A tinge of saddness!

 5 Fun Facts About the Summer Solstice

  • Hotter Temperatures Occur When We're Farther From the Sun.
  • The Farther North You Are, the More Daylight You Enjoy.
  • Evening Bonfires Have Been a Solstice Tradition for Centuries.
  • Agricultural Abundance Inspired Festivities.
  • The Solstice is a Historically Popular Time for Weddings.

  Some years ago Joanne and I were on the Norwegian Hurtigruten Ship on summer solstice. As we cruised the Norwegian coast the night was illuminated by bonfires on the shore as the beginning of summer was celebrated. It was a very interesting sight to see all those fires, though we were to far at sea to see much detail.
   Today is the day, as summer officially begins. The day always brings a tinge of sadness to me. In the same way I'm gladdened when winter begins as the daylight begins its annual return. The bit of sadness resides in the knowledge that this change in daylight eventually brings us to winter. Winters seem almost endless to me, exacerbated by my preference for heat over cold. 

Takk for alt,

Al

                          Prairie sunset.

Tuesday, June 20, 2023

Important Book!

       Jennifer Rubin is a political columnist for the Washington Post. In a recent column about the rise of fascism and white supremacy recently in America she recommended a book on the subject. That book is A Fever In The Heartland: The Ku Klux Klan's Plot To Take Over America, And The Woman Who Stopped  Them, by Timothy Egan.

     It was a significant eye opener for me. The time period was the first years of the 1920s. The center of KKK activity was Indiana and the majority of Klan membership and activity was in northern states. The trifecta was men for muscle, woman for evangelizing for the Klan and Protestant pastors who gave spiritual cover. 

    Hate is a powerful motivator as we see so clearly today. The primary targets of Klan hatred were African Americans, Jews and Catholics. With a surfeit of hate the Klan also vented its poison on Asians and immigrants from southern Europe. Eugenics was also a nasty part of the program. Under the banner of 'AMERICANISM' atrocities flourished.

    The mastermind of the expansion of the Klan, /Stephanson, met his match in a young women, Madge Oberholtzer. The book becomes a page turner, after the opening chapters recounting the amazing success of the Klan, when Stephanson is faced with Oberholtzer's testimony in a murder trial.

   My recommendation?  Read it! Read it! Read it!

Takk for alt,

Al


Working on my latest acquisition. It's a rear mounted, four row, corn cultivator manufactured in the 1960s. 😀 Nothing but the finest.

Monday, June 19, 2023

Happy Juneteenth!

      Kaia and I left for The Little House at 6:30 a.m., and even at that hour Highway 494, on the south edge of Minneapolis was stop and go for awhile. Apparently there's some bridge construction that closes a lane  of traffic. Highway 62, that parallels 494 a few miles north, has been clogged with traffic all week. 62 is two lanes either direction and even mid-day it's been slow and go as it absorbs traffic from 494. It's tempting to complain about road construction but smooth roads without obstacles are also priority.  Best not to complain.

   Traffic in Sinai is free flowing with movement at posted speeds, or above. 😀  Kaia got a brief run in the field as we checked on the progress of the corn. Brown lawns along the route testify to the dry conditions. 

Takk for alt,

Al 



The green between the rows is waterhemp, which germinates late and is impervious to Roundup. These wide rows, spaced 38", don't shade the ground very quickly allowing weeds to sprout. Why 38"? To allow horses pulling cultivators space to walk, and my planter is old. Lake Joanne is in the background.

Sunday, June 18, 2023

Happy Father's Day

       Today my cousin, Louise and her husband John,  celebrated their 67th wedding anniversary.  Last time this part of the family convened was for their daughter's funeral. It was fun to be together for a happy event.  It provided it good opportunity to connect with family. They were married at St. Anthony Lutheran Church and attending the wedding was my second opportunity to visit the Twin Cities...that was a big deal for this farm boy.

Takk for alt,

Al

'Often, the secrecy we resort to in order to spare someone's feelings is exactly what bruises them the most." New York Magazine


                             Look what I got for Father's Day! 😀

Friday, June 16, 2023

Pleasant!

      On temperature comfort levels Joanne and I were on the opposite ends of the spectrum. She'd go out on the coldest days with just a windbreaker. On our 2016 trip to Greece we were in an olive orchard when the temperature was over 100. She quickly repaired to the air conditioned bus. Seventy-five and up is my comfort range.

    Their parents hosted a backyard, low key gathering to mark our granddaughter's move from elementary school to middle school for the youngest, and from middle school to high school for the eldest. The temperature was about 80, with a little breeze. It was perfect weather in which to hang out and visit. In the shade I think Joanne would have been comfortable. So sad that she misses such events witch would have delighted her.

Takk for alt,

Al

I'm like Lillian. 😀


Takk for alt,

Al


Thursday, June 15, 2023

Back in the day....

   Back in the day we used to say as we took leave of someone "see you in the funny papers." We don't hear that much anymore do we? Reading the 'funnies' is a standard part of my day and frequently I find myself in them. Most often I see myself in Earl who's in Pickles. (Even calling them funny papers dates me becasue only geezers call them that, now they are 'comics.')  Well, back to where I appear. 

   When we bought the condo downtown the previous owner asked if I wanted their desk. Keeping the desk was a decision I later regretted. It's size was reminiscent of an aircraft carrier. Given its size I never had the ambition to remove it but it was much too large for my cave. In the downsizing to move to the OFH it found a new home. That meant looking for a new desk. 

    A new desk was found, for $45. I became the proud owner of a rolltop. Then this strip appeared in the 'funnies' ala  CRANKSHAFT  today. 😀


Takk for alt,

Al





Wednesday, June 14, 2023

Store sign!

    On a recent visit to Birchbark Books, Louise Erdrich's bookstore, I noted a hand lettered sign "IF YOU SEE IT HERE, BUY IT HERE."  That's a great reminder to support a local bookstore rather than going home and ordering it from Amazon. I do everything possible to avoid Amazon. Already leery of Amazon, after reading Nomadland: Surviving America In The Twenty-first Century, by Jessica Bruder I strengthened my resolve to boycott Amazon.

   A good alternative for ordering books is Bookshop.org. For every purchase from Bookshop a portion of the sales price is contributed to independent bookstores. It has raised over $26 million for independent stores. It's a great antidote to Amazon.  Now that I'm book club member of Ann Patchett's Panassusbooks.net I also order from it.

   Any bookies in the Twin Cities should regularly visit Birchbark Books. It's in Kenwood just NW of Lake of the Isles. That location also offers the opportunity for a scenic drive around the lake. And, kick the Amazon habit, you'll be glad you did! 😀

Takk for alt,

Al

Interesting perspective!

   From today's  Daily Reformer:

What’s concerning, however, is the Trumpist base that continues to rally around him. Georgetown historian Thomas Zimmer sums up their worldview. To say they are choosing partisanship over country misses the point, he argues

Right wingers have decided that they *are* the country, everyone else is an enemy. They have been painting the Democratic Party as not just a political opponent, but an “Un-American” enemy – a fundamentally illegitimate political faction captured by the radical forces of leftism, liberalism, wokeism, and multiculturalism. The Right doesn’t see the struggle between Republicans and Democrats as a competition between political opponents — but as an existential conflict over whether or not the only version of the country they are willing to accept as “America” will survive and endure. 

Tuesday, June 13, 2023

Blimp Ride!

      A book review in the New York Times Book Review of  His Majesty's Airship brought back the memory of my ride on the Goodyear Blimp. When we moved to Golden Valley, MN, in 1988, I asked a local pastor acquaintance in the area to recommend a automotive repair place. P.I. recommended Carl's Tire on Broadway Ave., not far from the church. For 19 years it was my 'go to' place for things automotive. In addition to tire sales they did general automotive repair.

     Car's tire sold Goodyear tires. Goodyear once offered a tire sales promotion, with which Carl's tire cooperated. For the purchase of a set of tires the purchaser would be eligible for a ride in the Goodyear blimp. This was probably the early 90s and I was driving my first Subaru. It was a light, skinny little thing very easy on tires. In fact it was so easy that there were over 100,000 miles on its current tires. Wanting that blimp ride I opted for new tires...probably also a good thing for safety sake.

    My appointed time was 12:00 noon on a bright June? day. There were 6 or 8 passengers and, as luck would have it, I was seated next to the pilot. The ground crew unfastened the tether and we drifted up into the sky. We sailed over downtown Minneapolis low enough to clearly see the buildings below. Heading west we flew over my house in Golden Valley low and slow enough that I could see the water hose in my yard. From there we circled over Lake Minnetonka and the western suburbs. We'd been promised a half hour ride but, becasue it was the noon hour and the ground crews lunch time, we were up for an hour.

    The pilot's main activity was constantly maneuvering to keep the blimp horizontal. Without those efforts the ship would either climb or dive.  Not surprisingly it was very smooth and quiet. Then noise from the engines behind the cabin was just a hum.  Approaching the airport he slowly brought us down over the ground crew. They grabbed the ropes the blimp trailed and tied it down next to the platform used to enter the cabin. Thus ended my one and only ride in a lighter than air ship.

Takk for alt,

Al




       

Monday, June 12, 2023

Sad history.

 

Today is the birthday of Anne Frank (born in Frankfurt, Germany, 1929), who died at the age of 14 in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp in Germany during the Holocaust. Frank, her family, and four other people hid for two years in an attic space above Frank’s father’s business warehouse. The space was called “The Secret Annex,” and they survived through the help of Otto Frank’s employees, who brought them food, newspapers, and sundries. The space was small and cramped, and the eight people had to follow strict routines about when to use the bathroom, when to go to bed, and even when they could talk, for fear of rousing the suspicion of the workers in the warehouse. The Secret Annex was entered through a revolving bookcase. We would probably not know of Anne Frank’s life, or certain details of what life was like for Jews during the Holocaust, if Anne had not left behind a little red and white checkered diary that she called “Kitty.”

In it, she recorded details of her life before confinement: school, crushes, fights with sister Margot, but also the increasing harassment that Jews faced after Adolf Hitler became Chancellor of the Reich. Jews could no longer ride public transportation. Jewish schoolchildren were forced to sit apart from non-Jewish children in classrooms. Anne Frank wrote, “My happy-go-lucky, carefree school days are over.”

Anne’s father, Otto Frank, had devised a plan of escape, but before it could take place, Anne’s sister, Margot, along with thousands of other Jews in Amsterdam, was called to a labor camp in Germany. If she didn’t register and report, the entire family would be arrested. The Frank family packed suitcases and walked to The Secret Annex in the rain. They wore as many clothes as possible. They would spend 761 days in hiding before they were discovered and sent to the concentration camps. Otto Frank was the only survivor. No one knows who betrayed the Franks, but Otto’s helper, Miep Gies, found the diary in The Secret Annex and gave it to Otto Frank. It became a worldwide sensation when it was published in 1947 as Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl.

Anne Frank would be 88 years old if she had lived. In her diary, she wrote: “In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can’t build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquility will return again.”

And she wrote, “Those who have courage and faith shall never perish in misery.” Today's Writer's Almanac

   For several years I read with advanced students at Noble Hmong Academy. With 8th graders we often read Anne Frank's Diary.  Many of my student's grandparents, and even some of their parents, escaped persecution in Laos for aiding Americans in the Vietnam War. The usual route of escape was swimming the Mekong River to Thailand. These 2nd and 3rd generation Americans resonated to the Franks experience even though time had taken off the edge of their families experiences.

Takk for alt,

Al 


Sunday, June 11, 2023

Weather follies!

     What do rural folk talk about when all else fails? The weather of course, which is logical becasue so much rides on it. Last evening there was a quick thunderstorm, which apparently dropped .15" of rain here. Many lawns are brown.  Yet fields west of the cities had standing water that looked recent.

     Sunday The Little House received 1", the pasture 2.5 miles SE got O and my brother 6 miles SW 0. Apparently this weekend showers in that area again varied. Hopefully every place got some.

    This blog is evidence of how contained my life has been for the last 24 😂. But all's well and so is Al.

Takk for alt,

Al

Saturday, June 10, 2023

Easy street.....

 Eаsy Strееt

"I likе tо livе оn Eаsy Strееt
Nоbоdy wоrks оn Eаsy Strееt
Just sit аrоund аll dаy"

     That's a good synopsis of life in the OFH. It's always nice to connect with family and friends when resident at the OFH. Residence in The Little House on the Prairie gives me enough outside activity so that's not my focus when here.
      Now that the OFH is two plus years old there has been, and is, some turnover in residents. There was a time when I was the new kid on the block as one of the last first residents. Now that I've been resident for a year and half there are many who've come after I. Gone as much as I am, the newer residents meeting me assume I'm a new inmate.
    Pretending to farm as I do, rain continues to fascinate. While the Sinai area is still dry there have been localized showers. Sunday gauges in town registered 1"+, at the pasture 3 miles SE, 0, at my brother's place 6 miles SW 0.

Takk for alt,

Al

Friday, June 9, 2023

Survival imminent!

       "Well this about the easiest healing I've ever done" were the doctor's parting words. When I awakened Thursday morning feeling normal there was a serious thought about cancelling the doctor's appointment. But I went.  He did order a blood test to rule out an infection, which it did. Blood pressure 125/60, pulse 71, further indications of imminent survival. Yup, I'm good to go! Cause of this distress?  Too much ibuprofen...I've learned my lesson. On to Tylenol, which has always seemed a placebo to me.

      There were indications that both of you, faithful readers, were concerned about my health. Thank you, worry no more!

Takk for alt,

Al

Thursday, June 8, 2023

Old Folks Home

       The indisposition yesterday reached a point where, in a first time ever) I called the nurse line. The nurse was reassuring that my condition was almost certainly not likely to be terminal. She also gave other reassurances but did recommend that I soon see my primary care physician. With fourteen minutes to spare before the appointments office closed I nabbed an appointment for tomorrow morning, thus I am at the OFH.

     Apparently most patients who recover under the care of physician would have recovered even if they hadn't been treated. With that in mind I awakened feeling so perky that in such a state would never have called the nurse line. Now what? Cancel or keep the appointment?, Opting for the later finds me in the OFH within reach of my primary care physician.

    The OFH is a nice hangout, nothing was really pressing on the farm, and I'll likely learn something. Taking a page from my Mother. I've always been reluctant to schedule unnecessary, you like that word?, medical visits. 

     This whole experience is an opportunity for gratitude. Gratitude for; good health, good health care and good medical insurance. I am truly blessed...and the OFH isn't bad either!

Takk for alt,

Al

Wednesday, June 7, 2023

Today

      I'm a bit indisposed today, which reminds me little that happens. So this is for today!

Takk for alt,

Al

Tuesday, June 6, 2023

June 6, 1964

     Two years and two days after my discharge from the USMC, Joanne and I were married, June 6, 1964. The wedding was at First Lutheran Church, Sioux Falls. Pastor Marcus Gravdal presided and Joanne's father, Dr. Oscar C. Hanson did the homily and the vows. After a reception in the fellowship hall we honeymooned in Sioux City...as did Tom Brokaw and his bride.
     Joanne had a contract to be a counselor at St. Louis Park, MN, High School. She lacked one course for MN certification. That course was to begin at USD, Vermillion two days after the wedding. That is why we had a brief  honeymoon in Sioux City.
     This is the 6th anniversary since Joanne died. It no longer triggers the profound grief it once did. That intensity has been replaced by the comfort of memories of the wedding and the many years of shared life after it. Of course I miss Joanne, I always do but the pain of that absence is less acute.
       So how did I spend my 59th anniversary? Today the tractor tire repair man fixed the tire. It took him 45 minutes to take out the tube, patch it, put a boot in the tire and put it all back together. There was a small rough spot inside the tire which rubbed a tiny hole in the tube. 
     With the tire fixed I sprayed a corn field, which was the task I was headed to do when the tire went flat.When there is a mat of weeds ankle high it is easy to see where to go. 😀

Takk for alt.

Al

              At our 50th anniversary celebration.



                                 Ya, then........



Monday, June 5, 2023

Fun read!

      It's not a new book, copyright 2002, and it's been awhile since S & N gave it  me. Tom Brokaw's A Long Way From Home:Growing up in the American Heartland  was particularly interesting. Why? Because he grew up in South Dakota contemporary to me. He's two years younger than I. Much of his experience is quite different because he wasn't raised on a farm. Yet, growing up in the 40s and 50s as we did, we shared many experiences. The circumstances of his father's boyhood during the depression was very interesting.

     Brokaw and I shared a similar struggle making the transition from high school to college. Neither of us had a successful beginning in higher education. My transition from high school to college was initially unsuccessful because I was both unprepared academically and immature. After floundering for a year or more I did begin to focus. 

    There was also a mis-match between me and the college. South Dakota State, now University, is a Land Grant School, which at the time of my attendance, only offered a B.S. That meant the necessity of taking more science and math than I wanted. The longest year of my life was three hours in chemistry lab. 😀 One of my disabilities involves numbers. The synapse in my brain related to number is missing...they just don't stick. This mismatch was part of my learnings as I fumbled the beginning of college.

   With a slightly better academic performance, an A in botany for example, I approached Agustana College. Harold Melemseter, originally from Sinai, was director of admissions at Augie. With his help and a bit of academic success I was admitted to Augustana.

   For one semester I studied at Augie, succeeded academically, but still had no plan for the future. That's when I enlisted in the Marines. Had I left college to work I would have been drafted. When my enlistment ended three years later re-admission to Augie was easy because of that semester's record. While in the Marines I decided to return to Augie, begin as a pre-seminary student and see what happens. The rest is history.

   Those fumble years after high school have always been a source of embarrassment. That is until I stop and think "had I sailed through college out of high school I never would have met Joanne." Were this world one of strict justice I should have suffered for my waywardness. Because this is often a world of grace that waywardness led me to Joanne, who was working at Augie, so we met. 👍

Takk for alt,

Al

Sunday, June 4, 2023

Ya, then...

      After church (good sermon on Trinity Sunday which is not easy) I went to my favorite dining venue; Craft Chophouse in Brookings. They have a summer menu which, among other offerings, has three flatbreads. Trip one...flatbread one, very good! Trip two...flatbread two, very good! Trip three (today)..flatbread three, the best flatbread I've ever had!!!!! 😁 Combined with asparagus soup, their soups are always good too, it was a fine modest meal. I can no longer 'eat all I can eat.' 

    Why do I like Craft? The service is always good. The food is always good. It is relatively quiet, especially in the booths in the bar area. NO LOUD MUSIC! With my significant hearing impairment such quiet is a real plus. The waitstaff are mostly college students and on quiet days like today it's pleasant to engage them in conversation. Today's server is studying to be physician's assistant. Currently she's taking an anatomy course online and training to be a CNA.

Takk for alt,

Al

Saturday, June 3, 2023

Nesting season!

      Hen pheasants and ducks are seldom seen these days.  It is nesting season and both mallards and pheasants nest in the grasslands, though my brother has a mallard hen nesting in the plantings by his house. While nesting is in progress I restrict Kaia's running in the fields so as not to disturb the hens. It would be possible to leave Kaia behind and return to the fields but I don't. Pheasant chicks and ducklings should hatch in the next few weeks. I haven't seen any goslings yet. They normally hatch in May. 

    It's been gratifying to see bobolinks in the fields. These little birds winter in Argentina where they are considered a pest. With their black and white markings we, as children, called them 'skunk birds'. 😀 They are native to open grasslands. There are also a variety of field sparrows but I'm not good at identifying the specific varieties. Occasionally I've seen field wrens but not had any wrens nest in the bird house in the big spruce tree. Blackbirds and robins chatter when the tree in which they are nesting is approached by man or dog.

Takk for alt,

Al


                          Good nesting cover.

Friday, June 2, 2023

Don't complain!

       Two factors collide; a tractor on a dirt path with a flat tire and rain showers. Tire repair is not critical, but would be helpful. It's very dry locally but in the past day there has been localized showers. Now here's the rub; one of those localized showers was on the field where the tractor rests. Heading out to do some work on the sprayer attached to the tractor this morning quickly revealed that there was much more rain there than the .3" received in town. It was too muddy to reach the tractor.

    Thus the ambivalence. While being happy for much needed rain it interrupted the machinery repair. This afternoon I did reach the tractor.  Shortly after arriving at the tractor I looked up to see a rain cloud approaching.  It rained hard for a couple of miles but totally stopped before I reached town. Yes, very local showers! The tire repair isn't urgent.

Takk for alt,

Al

Thursday, June 1, 2023

Same song, second verse...

       It's long tractor drive to the field, 6+ miles. About a half mile short of the field a tire, yes same one, went flat on the tractor. Yes, the big rear tire. Not up for a six mile hike to town the call went to the first on my rescue list; my brother. Home phone...answering machine! Cell phone...answering machine! Oopps. Now what? The next call was to the bank, same bank,  but different banker came to my rescue. These banker rescues reinforce my decision to move my bank accounts to this bank

     The next call was to the tire repair shop in Madison. Questions: name? xx xxxxxxx, tire size? 16.9X34, tractor make? 706 International, fluid in the tire? no, where is it?  Highway 81 to the Sinai corner, 1 mile east, 2.5 north, .33 west on a field road, phone #?xxx-xxx-xxxx. My turn to ask, when? "maybe this week."

Takk for alt

Al


                              The house in which I grew up.