Archive - Oct 2003

Date

October 28th

Show and Tell

This weblog is a throwback to childhood for me. I recall coming home from elementary school and telling endless stories about my day, giving long character sketches about my teachers, friends, the janitors, the bus driver, everybody. Sometimes Mom and Dad were the victims. At other times, I spent the evening over at Grandma and Grandpa's house, boring them to tears, I am sure. Coming home from college was no different--hours and hours of stories about every professor, every friend I found interesting.

A Raw Day

The past two days have been foul in northwestern Minnesota. Near-freezing temperatures, snow, slush, and a raw, wet wind. This morning, I drove to Thief River Falls to speak to a Kiwanis group. Fortunately, the highway is still warm enough that it readily melts off the snow and slush. Driving was no problem. My voice, however, which is also raw from a cold, was very much a problem! They found a microphone for me, and it went fine.

October 27th

The following column....

I wrestled a bit with this week's column. I won't be a bit surprised if some of the newspapers might consider it advertising and refuse to run it. Oh well.

But, there is much that is beautiful in our area. I just don't think many people see it! I always appreciate when somebody wakes me up to an aesthetic pleasure I have not previously noticed. I notice the red berries on the Red Splendor. I haven't always. Others notice other things.

October 26th

Reminders of Grandpa (this week's newspaper column)

I admit bias, but for me the scenery of this often dreary time of year is brightened considerably by the bright red berries which hang on the flowering crab trees planted liberally around the region. My enjoyment is enhanced because each of the trees loaded with the colorful fruit is a reminder of my late grandfather, Melvin Bergeson.

Marlins, Dickens

The baseball season ended with a whimper last night. The Yanks went down quietly. The young Marlins, led by their crusty old manager Jack McKeon, did what they had to and little more. It seems to me as if McKeon won with mirrors. The statistics compiled by individual Marlin players aren't impressive. But they went on a tear when McKeon came out of retirement in mid-May, and that streak didn't end until last night. Why would the 72-year-old McKeon come back to manage next season after such a delicious personal triumph?

October 25th

Winter Blues Warning in Effect

Fortified by 10 mg. of the antidepressant Lexipro each day, I am feeling pretty good. But at least three people I have spoken with over the past week report that they are struggling with the old black dog, depression. It is that time of year!

Good Old Days

Stopped by the offices of the Fertile Journal yesterday on an errand, and Twyla, their reporter, happened to be in. She had several huge volumes of old newspapers up from the morgue--newspaper jargon for the place where all previous issues are stored, and she showed me some old stories of interest, stories, she noted, which if published today would give great offense and would likely result in lawsuits.

October Dusting

Awoke this morning to a dusting of snow, the first of the season, the logical result, I suppose, of the strong, brisk winds yesterday afternoon. Tonight, as if on cue, we turn our clocks back one hour. Seems odd, since the sun sets at a little past six as it is. Tomorrow, after the change, sunset will come at a little past five, and winter will be here.

October 24th

Aunt Olla's OK

Last night, my 92-year-old Aunt Olive called just after supper. Ten minutes before, I had finished off some meatballs she had given me a month ago which were in my freezer, so we marveled over that coincidence, since she doesn’t call that often.

Olla was telling me about a bread pudding she had made two days ago which was, in her estimation, although she admitted some bias, the best bread pudding she had ever made. Sadly, she did it without a recipe, just like Mama (my great-grandmother) used to do, so the chances of her ever duplicating the feat were slim.

October 23rd

Elena's Place

A tree delivery this morning gave me an excuse to have a noon meal at Elena's Place, a restaurant in Erskine. Elena is part of the Russian Orthodox Old Believer sect, of which 100 families have settled in the Erskine area over the past five years.

Who around here would have thought, ten years ago, that Erskine, MN would ever have a Russian restaurant?