Archive - 2003


October 29th

Fall work

After the trees drop their leaves, there is a little blizzard of fall work at the nursery. The most important job is the digging of trees before the ground freezes. With the raw, wet weather, that job becomes miserable, and takes on added urgency. We will spend the winter sorting the trees in cold storage. If we don't get the trees out of the ground, however, digging will have to wait until spring when we have no time to sort! So, Joe, Dad and Ken are slipping and sliding through the mud out there--and I suppose if worse comes to worse, I could go out there, too.

October 28th

Round Robin

My father's siblings have, for as long as I remember, had a Round Robin. As a child, it would have been impossible to imagine that any family did not have a Round Robin! When the Robin came in the mail, it was a good day. If we went a long time without getting the Robin, somebody might call around to see who was holding it up.

The Round Robin is a circular letter which works its way from sibling to sibling. It contains a letter from each. When it comes to you, you take out your old letter and put in a new one.

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.