Today, I ventured to Rugby where my dogs are groomed.
After dropping my boys off,
I spent the morning visiting with my two favorite Eleanor’s.
We ate Good Friday lunch together.I shared my first childhood Easter exploits
old, creaky, but cozy little house, the homestead of John Randon.The kitchen and living room faced the sunny south.
It was sheltered from the cold north winds by an Oak Hill
whose guardians were red squirrels and striped tail chipmunks
chickadees, wrens and the Black with white ring necked border collie�
Skip.
During the winter snow drifts piled high around the house.
Cars that came down the hill oft had to be pushed up again.
or pulled by the Barnie or Byrd the barn horses.
EASTER.
Easter ham or chicken dinner then dishes washed and put away.
Our family harbinger ritual of spring was walking in the warm�
sunshine,
up the hill then west down the the gravel road.
We’d search for the first glimpse of catkins and pussy willows.
Upon finding, we’d wade, sometimes waist deep snow to pick our�
treasures.
One warm spring day about a week after Easter, I ambled around
the back to the north side of the house.
I spied an egg in the wooded eave trough.
hmmm.”Who could have placed it there?”
On my tippy toes,
I reached up and carefully pulled the egg toward me.
I felt the sun’s warmth as it lay in the palm of my chubby hand.
…a beautiful speckled blue.
all Mine.
I was greedy and cared not to share.
I wanted to savor the first morsel. All mine.
I nibbled into the egg in anticipation of sweets.
YUCK. pbst. gagged. spit.
a real bird egg.
Reaching my hands into the barrel I washed out my mouth
with rain water……..
.embarrassed.
……. I never told a soul.
Easter.
Brings us a promise.
Vickie
Larry,You had me fooled all these years. I always thought those chickens came from a farm east of us up in them there hills.You know all 7,100 of the Philippine Islands contain a total area less than the size of North Dakota. There are 95 Million people living on these islands too. The Filipino’s like togetherness. For most families all they need is one bedroom, because they all prefer to sleep together in the same bed. When the bed gets full, the overflow goes to the floor. All this with an empty bedroom next door too.Gary
Happy Easter and I hope your entire family gets together.
Dick
Not sure about the colored eggs, but, I just learned today on the news that rabbits can’t lay eggs. So, the school superintendent in a north Alabama school system outlawed the Easter Bunny. No joke. Happy Easter to you and the family.
Bill
From Colorado
That is your problem. Don’t you know it is the Easter Bunny that brings the eggs
Have a great Easter.
ro
Gary
I know you collaborated with A Florida person for this answer.
But, if your carnation milk is a color other than white, I would throw it away.
Larry, Actually I got this from Pam Fassett Faust (’65). I was wrong when I said Florida. Pam lives in Georgia
The producers wanted a rhyme beginning With ‘Carnation Milk is best of all.‘
She thought to herself, I know everything there is to know about milk and dairy farms. I can do this! She sent in her entry, and several weeks later, a black car pulled up in front of her house.
A large man got out, knocked on her door and said, “Ma’am,…..The president of Carnation milk absolutely LOVED your entry…..So much, in fact, that we are here to award you $1,000 even though we will not be able to use it for our advertisements!”
He did, however, have one printed up to hang on his office wall.
(Here it is:)
post it. This car was royal Blue and white and was a sharp car back in
it’s day. It was not as sharp as Norm Larson’s Silverhawk as those were
really nice. I think the way it sounds Val Moyer ended up owning both
Norm’s and Dad’s Studebakers. The date on the picture is ’65 and that
would have been about when Dad sold it, I think. The first Studebaker
Dad owned was a yellow ’51 two door that had belonged to Carl Lider.�
Dad bought that from Dale Fugere at the Stone Garage in the early’60s.
He sold that one when he bought the ’58. Timmy Strong ended up with the
’51. Dad later owned a black Studebaker Lark. Now that was not much of
a car. Small square box with a dinky little six cylinder engine. I do
have one story/confession on the Lark though. I went a mile from home
to a vacant farmyard on land we were renting to check out what I needed
to do for field work. After checking out the cropland, I spun around
to head back home and got over just a little bit into some taller grass
and there was an old engine block laying in the grass and I ran the
little Lark right up on top of it. I didn’t dare back it off the old
sharp block because the corner was against the oil pan so it might have
poked a hole in the pan. I spent quite a while jacking up the car and
putting blocks under it until I could drag the old engine out from under
the car. It didn’t do any damage to the car that way. Come to think of
it, I might have forgotten to tell Dad about that one too (do you
suppose?) Hey Val, Do you remember this old car? The fan blade hadn’t
come up through the hood yet in this picture. It sure was a little
‘screamin’ demon. Thanks Gary!
Dick
Taken from our patio door (Minot, ND)…does not show the snow piled up in the
driveways and parking lot of our association.
This would have been my first year in High School. I thought the Martin Bergs had moved to Bottineau before this time but apparently not. Several times, Martin, bringing his Carol to school, would catch up to Carol and I as we walked to school. He always stopped to pick us up BUT we had to ride on the outside fenders of his pickup. He drove slow but I would not do that dangerous stunt again, ever. Looks like our average attendance at Ackworth was 12 to 15 kids. I believe Mrs. Phelps name was Arvilda. They had a son a few years older than Arlene who must have been in High School at St. John when Mrs. Phelps started teaching at Ackworth.
Dale Pritchard
Dale,
I was thinking 1959, because you are not in it. Marlys Hiatt is in this picture too and she was a first grader in 1959. 1959/60 was the last year that Mrs. Phelps taught at Ackworth too, so this must have been Christmas 1959.
I was thinking Carol Berg went back to Willow Lake in 59 or 60 too. She is in this picture, so she was still in Ackworth in 59. Art Hagen said he remembered her in Ackworth too in 60/61. I think they moved to Bottineau with the redistricting in 1961?
Yes, Alvilda was Mrs. Phelps first name. Their son’s name was Terry. He was born in 1940. I did some cross referencing and located him in Sebeka, MN. His wife has a Face Book account, so I zapped her a message. We’ll see what their reply will be.
Gary
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