Thursday, January 30, 2014

January continues to be obstreperous

We had some decent weather yesterday and paid for it today. A little snowfall turned into six inches of white wonderfulness overnight and through most of the morning. Having not much better to do, I shoveled a bunch of it off my sidewalks and the area behind the garage leading to the alley. It went pretty well and I managed to get done before noon, one of the first in the neighborhood. It's getting kind of deep out there, although I hear that western Michigan is getting biblical snowfall totals. To be fair, the closest the ten plagues of Egypt got to snowfall was the plague of hail (the seventh).


The streets of St Paul look like this, or did this early afternoon. The snow emergency plowing starts at 9 pm and thereafter the streets will look as well plowed as the alleys have since about noon. The big city residents deal with the snow drop by driving on the streets and packing them down so that we're guaranteed snow packed streets until the first big thaw.

I understand that Atlanta came to a halt yesterday when hit with 3 inches of snow.  People spent the night in their cars because they couldn't get home.  They should come to St Paul for some storm driver training.


I walked down the street rather than taking sidewalks on my way to Grand Avenue. The sidewalks were not yet shoveled or snow blown so the best walking paths were those shared with motorized vehicles. I managed to get in my exercise for the day and then some before the early afternoon passed. I'm still slated to play some tennis tonight.

January has nearly been endured.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Son and Father

There's a blizzard in much of Minnesota tonight, but it was nicer in the morning. Unky Herb and Ying took possession of the the house that they bought together. NCW and I went to get a walk through of the house in the western suburbs and, we thought, to help him remove the snow from the driveway. The driveway had been plowed, probably by the realtor's plow service, so we were able to escape that duty. The house is nice and plenty big enough for their purposes, and is situated on a quiet block near some parks. They made a good choice. Their adventure in home owning has begun.


On the 105th anniversary of his birth, I stop to remember the boy's grandfather. He's been gone for 37 plus years, but not forgotten.


Tonight we wait for the one of the coldest nights of the year with truly sobering wind chills. We're expecting raw temps of about -20º and wind gusts to 33 mph producing wind chills predicted to be around -46º. We have hunkered down.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Polar vortex returns

It was -11º F. overnight, but gradually warmed to zero by afternoon. It was a business day, however, and NCW had a couple of cans of quarters, dimes and nickels to feed to the Affinity Plus "Purple Penny Eater," so we set out to brave the elements and maybe get a look at St Paul at minus 3 degrees. The coins were successfully digested by the machine and money changed hands. We stopped on Cherokee and Smith to look at the skyline of St Paul. It was too cold for NCW to get out of the car, so I snapped a few shots from the top of the bluff and we went on our way. The big cloud in the downtown area is the central heating facility and is supposed to be steam only. But it's a lot of steam. The Mississippi River between me and the steam was covered with ice. The polar vortex has done its job.


The stop sign at the corner by the Smith Avenue bridge has lost its equilibrium and needs righting. I think that will wait for a warmer day.


The Xcel power plant was smokin' and making electricity, burning natural gas and spewing carbon dioxide into the morning air. It's visible above the Smith Bridge.

We were off then to Trader Joe's where we bought groceries and then home for lunch. On a day like this it's best to stay inside and count blessings. And have a high calorie lunch.

Later we were out again, this time for some Target shopping, a way to fend off cabin fever. January will be with us a while longer and with it the threat of more polar vortex temps. Minnesota Januarys are often like this. It just must be endured.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

January thaw

It was 33º and the sun was shining at about 10:30 am. The North Country Woman and I decided that a walk outside was called for and required. The falls have been an inspiration from time to time and I hadn't been there in a while, plus the deep freeze of the last couple of weeks and the recent snow fall were likely to have changed the face of the falls. Getting to the lower level was a challenge, but we found a way without risking the icy steps. We found the first part of a snowman sitting near the creek and used it for a photo op.


The falls of Minnehaha are frozen. There is no sign of falling water, but somewhere within the mass of ice there must be a channel of very cold water. A lot of people were playing on the ice below the falls where there is usually a pool of creek water beginning to roil its way to the Mississippi.

While we were at the bridge below the falls nearest the falls itself we noticed a family lining up a family photo with the camera perched precipitously on one of the walls of the bridge and the dad was trying to figure out the camera timer for a family selfie. I stepped up and offered my services as "Bob" the substitute photographer. It turns out that the guy was from France and he had just moved his family here to live. He works for Boston Scientific, he said, and transferred here to give his three small children the cultural experience of living in America. They have been here a week and just missed the polar vortex from last week. I offered him a "bon jour" and took four or five photos with his camera. I suggested just before the first shot that they say "fromage." They liked it and laughed and I hope they got a least one good photo with the falls in the background, compliments of "Bob."

And then we went on our way with a short warning to the French folks about the impending return of a mini polar vortex later this week.


The stairs are pretty treacherous in January. There is a closed sign at the top, which means they are not shoveled and shouldn't be used. There are, of course, a lot of people who use them anyhow. The way down requires some skiing ability and the way back up the sure footedness of a mountain goat.


The creek has some beauty on this sort of day. This is next to Bridge number 2.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Still January

There really isn't much to blog about in January. And it's still January. We're over halfway through it and we've endured some downright frigid cold as the "polar vortex" visited us last week. I guess it's set to revisit again next week. There was a snow drop of about 3-4 inches overnight and I was forced to drive in it this morning before the plows were out. I was scheduled for early Saturday tennis and I had to leave the house at 8:30 to get there on time. When I got home the sun was out and the sky was blue so I went out and took some photos. First a selfie.


The sidewalk is shoveled, thanks to Unky Herb. There is some ice under the hard pack, but it's passable and I didn't have to move the white stuff. I was playing tennis, or maybe doing some white knuckle driving on the as yet unplowed freeways east of the city on the way to or from the tennis facility where I play.


The alleys in St Paul are plowed oftener and with better results than the streets. This one, behind the garage, was plowed this morning. The street in front of the house will be plowed sometime tomorrow as part of the "snow emergency" plowing process.


The Australian Open tennis tournament is in session (it's over 100º there every day this week)  and soon the Winter Olympics will start, so maybe there will be some athletic action to comment on. I'm especially looking forward to watching some world class curling.

Thursday, January 2, 2014

It's still too cold

I went for an afternoon walk around the neighborhood to fend off cabin fever. The temperature had soared to +1º F. But the sun was out and a blue sky welcomed me as I walked, all bundled up, about six blocks on the sidewalks of the city. Not far from home a former elm tree has been transformed into a panda and it's a kind of milestone on jaunts in the neighborhood. I should not complain about cold. The morning wake-up temperature in Grand Rapids was -31º F.

 January must be endured.


My backyard has denizens. These tracks were made by a rabbit, I think, but maybe a squirrel. The shadows are just extras to make the scene look peaceful.


The streets of the Saintly City have been plowed, but when it's below zero the snow gets packed to ice and stays on the surface, usually until a thaw. That may be sometime in January or February. Maybe not, too.


It's a new year, so I'm off tonight to play some Thursday night tennis at Wooddale.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Happy New Year

Another year is almost in the books. It's been a good year for us and it's always good to celebrate that and to hope for as good a year next year. I and the North Country Woman wish all my readers a very happy and prosperous 2014.

This photo from our 2013 trip to Florida was taken just south of St Petersburg on the way back to Santini's place from playing some tennis with my old tennis coach, Paul Bouchard.


We're going to celebrate the new year with the Moohoos, watching a movie or two and having some eats. I think we'll be able to stay up until midnight to welcome the new baby new year.

Monday, December 30, 2013

White elephant photos

We had the annual white elephant/pizza party on Saturday here. I didn't take any photos, an oversight that usually doesn't happen, but I'll report that we had eleven for Papa Murphy's and Papa John's pizza, Peggy's salad, cold wine and beer, and an apple pie furnished by Andy and Tula. We opened the white elephant gifts, ate and drank and generally had a good time. Mark brought a packet of old photos that he inherited from his mom, many of which I hadn't seen. I decided to post a few that I had questions about or that I liked.

This picture from about 1945 is Dad with Tommy and Jimmy. Jimmy is almost impossible to make out, but he's sitting next to his older brother on the tractor on Dick's ranch. There is some writing on the back of the photo in Lillie's hand, "Jim doesn't show on this, and the other one I took of the three of you didn't turn out to be any good. I think Tommy snapped the thing afterwards - it was the last exposure on the film."


The old chap is pictured sitting in the living room in Coleraine reading a book. Probably a book of chess openings or perhaps problems. I think sometime in the mid 50's, but that's just a guess.


This photo was taken in the late 50's or early sixties, but I'm not sure where it was taken. Does anyone know? Tommy must have taken the photo since he's the most obvious missing member.


This is a photo of TT from about 1964, but that's also a guess. I don't have many photos from that time. It's a pretty young Tousan before Tousan-hood. The top of the young chap's head is chopped off, but it's not a bad shot otherwise.  It was probably taken at Dad's place in Minneapolis.


The picture below is half of a photo of the old guy that Mark said he carried in his wallet for quite a number of years. Taken in about 1970?


Only one more frigid, frigid day in this very cold December. It's currently -18º F. in Grand Rapids, plus 1º F. here.  I'm hoping for an early January thaw. Perhaps a pipe dream.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Lillie

On your 100th birthday someone should remember who you were and how you lived. Today, December 21st is Lillie Anderson Miller's 100th birthday and I almost missed it, thinking that it was the 22nd. I don't know how my memory could be so fallible.  GOINFS.

1914 - With her mother and father, Richard and Hansine Anderson.


1931 - her high school graduation picture.


1947 - with her children - Gene, Sylvia, Jim, Tom


Lillie was born December 21, 1913, of immigrant parents on a newly established farm on Yellow River in Burnett county in northern Wisconsin. She learned Norwegian and Swedish from her parents at home. Her father, Richard W. Anderson, was born in Grantsburg, the seventh child of parents who came from Sweden in 1870. His native language was Swedish. Lillie's mother was Hansine Hansen, who was born in Magisås, Norway, north of the Arctic Circle, and came to Wisconsin in September, 1903, when she was eight. Richard and Hansine met in Wisconsin and married June 19, 1913, when he was 35 and she was 18, half his age. They had six children over about sixteen years. Lillie was the oldest.
      She was bright, adaptive, and funny. When she started school in Union township she spoke no English. Many of her classmates probably had the same handicap. They learned English together and took it home to their younger siblings and their parents and grandparents.
     Lillie knew her maternal grandparents well. They lived a mile or so to the east along Burnett county road U. They had settled on land next to Buffalo Lake and adjoining Yellow River. It was much flatter land than they had left behind in Norway, and the growing season, so far from the Arctic, was much more conducive to farming. But the land was swampy and the soil sandy with pockets of clay and thus not as rich as some of the other immigrants found in southern Minnesota, not so far away. Farming was hard.
     Nils Olai Hansen, Lillie's grandfather, had been a tenant farmer and a fisherman in Norway, with enough wanderlust that with his wife Jacobina's encouragement and consent had brought them and their three children across the Atlantic Ocean to America. When Nils was ready to come to America, neither of them had been afraid of the long journey over sea. Perhaps they had underestimated the length of the journey, but they endured and soon were settled in a colony of other emigrated Norwegians.
     Lillie was an American. She was born on the farm by the Yellow River, far from Norway and far from the bustling American cities. She learned self reliance and trust of the land to provide if she would but work hard.
     The flock of chickens provided eggs and fresh meat for their diet, and they grew grain and picked berries. They kept cows and pigs. The cows supplied milk and cheese and the pigs contributed protein to their diets. They canned and dried their food for the long winters, and supplemented their diets with wild deer and fish from the river. Wild rice grew in the river and they harvested it in the fall when it was plentiful. There were blueberries and gooseberries from the forest and apples in the orchard. There was enough.
     Hansine was called Sina by her husband and the relatives in the area. She was just nineteen when Lillie was born, so they grew to be friends and partners as the other children were born and grew. Leona and Marvin were born in the next three years and they kept Sina busy feeding and caring for them. Lillie was a third hand for Sina as she grew. They kept a large garden, with potatoes, beans, carrots, and raspberries among others. In the summers they'd pick blueberries that often grew in profusion in the neighboring woods. They made luscious blueberry pies and canned many quarts for the cold winter days.
     Sina possessed a mystic streak in her nature. She could "feel" the future sometimes. There would be Sundays when she'd sense that extra company would be coming. She'd be so sure that she'd kill an extra chicken for the large dinners that they would have Sunday afternoon. Killing an extra chicken was a risk, but she was nearly always right.
     Louise was born in 1919, then Dorothy in 1926 and Marian in 1929. Hansine's brother, Jacob, and his wife Augustina lived close by, and they, too, had a large family, so there were always cousins around to play with. Their two oldest children were a son, Nels Jørgen, born in 1923, and th eir daughter Berit, born in 1925.
     Lillie went to high school in town in Webster. Leona and Marvin were there at the same time. Leona was two years behind her in school. Lillie did well in high school, graduated in 1931. Under her picture in the 1931 Sylvacola (the year book) it said, "Not only good, but good for something." She was athletic enough to play kitten ball and volley ball, acted in a class play, and had a good sense of humor. The senior class prophecy was written by Betty Miller, her future sister-in-law, and predicted, “Lillie was in Hollywood, as a comedian, and was rated very high.” The Senior class will says, “Lillie Anderson leaves her spryness and agility to Ruth Manual.”
     After high school she went to Grantsburg Normal School for a year to become a teacher. After gaining the teacher certificate in 1932 she returned to Webster but was unable to get a job in the school. It was the Depression and jobs were few. Her connections were not good enough to get her a job at the school. She worked in the resorts in the area and lived at home. There was at least one boy friend, Hank Rasmusson, son of a butcher. From the back of an old picture, in her handwriting, "Taken a few minutes before Hank left for Carry's on Easter Sunday 1935. The last he took of me. He was married Oct. 26, '35. As far as I know I wish her luck. She'll need it."
     In 1940, she married Thomas Eugene Miller, who was the older brother of one of her Webster high school classmates, Betty Miller. He was driving a truck for the logging companies around Hovland, Minnesota. They were married at the Trinity Lutheran Church in Duluth, April 23, 1940, with Louise Anderson and John Jones Miller as their attendants. They went off to live in a modest house in Grand Marais. They lived there four years. They had their first children - May 30, 1941, Tommy and October 14, 1942, Jim. They were born in Frederic, Wisconsin. This was World War II and Tom was drawn into the conflict. He went off to the Aleutian Islands to help build air fields and Lillie went home to live near her family. Sylvia was born in Frederic on July 25, 1944, when he was away, and Gene shortly after the war ended, October 11, 1946, in Grantsburg. During the war, the school district asked her to come teach in the school, but her family responsibilities were too great and she declined. A family story says that she turned down the job partly because she didn't want to use family influence to gain employment in the school.
     After the war, Tom came back and got a job in the lumber yard, and the family lived in Webster in the Caroll building a block or so from work. While they lived there, the lumber yard burned to the ground in a dramatic night-time blaze. The family was roused and kept outside in the car because of the perceived tinder box quality of the Caroll building.
     She developed breast cancer in 1949 and had a mastectomy and other treatment. She and the family moved to Coleraine, Minnesota, in the fall of 1950 where Tom had a job as manager of the Canisteo Lumber Company. They lived at 108 Hartley Avenue in Coleraine's Second Addition, a half block from the skating rink, tennis court combination, and not far from Trout Lake. Tom coached the boys' Cub Scout baseball team and Lillie kept the home running smoothly. Coleraine was an iron mining town, with a rich mixture of nationalities of miners living there and in the sister town of Bovey.
     I remember her sense of humor. We were listening to the radio broadcast of a University of Minnesota football game one Saturday. She made me laugh hysterically while she poked fun at the announcer talking about the tailback running around his own end. She was picturing the scene that was described by the sportscaster in her own literal way, and making me dissolve in laughter.
     The cancer returned in 1954 and eventually spread to her liver. In the summer of 1954, Tom and Jim lived with Lillie's brother, Marvin, and Sylvia and Gene spent the summer with Lillie's parents at Yellow River, while Lillie underwent treatment in Minneapolis. That summer, her dad, Richard Anderson died (July 25, 1954). Lillie lived through the cold winter and she died March 1, 1955 in Coleraine of the disease. She had funeral services in Coleraine and at the Yellow Lake Lutheran Church. They sang "The Old Rugged Cross" at her funeral and she was buried in the Webster, Wisconsin, Cemetery on a cold, gray, blustery day. Her son, Gene, remembered the minister's comment, "Gentlemen, don't remove your hats." A cold day indeed. She was 41.
     A story by Aunt Louise that brought tears to her eyes, forty years after it happened. It was the morning of mom's funeral in 1955. Gene was staying with Louise and, being a young kid just experiencing the largest trauma in his life, wet the bed. Louise had only a little time to try to clean up so she opened the bed and put newspaper beneath the sheet with the intention of letting the sheets dry and to finish the cleanup after the funeral. When she came back after the funeral and interment, the bed was dry and made. No one could have been there. Louise thinks that it was Lillie, taking care of Gene.
   
     Her obituary from The Itasca Iron News, Coleraine, Minnesota, Thursday, March 3, 1955: “Community Saddened by Death of Young Mother.
     Mrs. Lillie Miller died at her home at 10:15 P. M. March 1, 1955 at the age of 41, after a lingering illness. She was born at Yellow Lake, Wisconsin, on December 21, 1913, to Mr. and Mrs. Richard Anderson.
     Mrs. Miller attended rural school in Yellow Lake, graduated from Webster High School in 1931 and from Grantsburg Normal School in 1932. On April 23, 1940, she was united in marriage to Thomas Miller at the Trinity Lutheran church in Duluth. To this union were born four children, Thomas Richard, 13; James Marvin, 12; Sylvia Louise, 10; Eugene William, 8.
     In the early years of their marriage the Millers resided for four years on the North Shore at Grand Marais, moving then to Webster, Wis. Four years ago they came to Coleraine to make their home where Mr. Miller is manager of the Canisteo Lumber Company.
     Mrs. Miller was preceded in death by her father in July. She is survived by her husband, Thomas, and four children; her mother, Mrs. Richard Anderson of Danbury, Wisconsin; four sisters, Mrs. Albert Hoffman, Muskegon, Mich.; Mrs. John Gomulak, Markville, Minn; Mrs. John McCune, Danbury, Wis; and Marian Anderson of Danbury; one brother, Marvin Anderson of New Richmond, Wis.
     Funeral services will be held at Peterson's Chapel at 10 A. M. Friday morning with Rev. Grover officiating. Mrs. Harold Nordstrom will sing The Lord's Prayer accompanied on the organ by Mrs. E. H. Winberg. The body will be shipped to Yellow Lake, Wisconsin, where funeral services will be held at the Yellow Lake Lutheran Church Saturday at 2 P. M. with Reverend Thelander officiating. Mrs. Ira Jeffries will sing The Old Rugged Cross, Faith of Our Fathers, and Just As I Am Without One Plea, accompanied by Mrs. Ray Pardun at the organ. Interment will be at the Webster cemetery.”

But we finish with her family renowned cake recipe. It has been the blueprint for numerous birthday cakes. Try it. You’ll like it.

Lillie's Red Devil's Food Cake
cream 1/2 cup butter
add 2 cup sugar
 " 2 eggs - beat in well
 " 1/2 cup sour milk
 " 2 cup flour (measured before sifting)
Mix to paste: 2 heaping Tablespoons cocoa
 1/2 cup hot water - add to batter
Add 1/2 cup hot water (making 1 cup in all) in which 1 teaspoon soda is added. 1 t. vanilla.
Batter is thin, but that is as it should be. (Cook 40 minutes at 350º)

Winter solstice - a gray day

It's the winter solstice today. The days now begin to lengthen and hope begins to return - hope that the warm sun will return and make everything green again. We had eight hours and 46 minutes of possible sunlight today. Actual views of Old Sol were zero. The sun was not seen here today.

So after a set and a fraction of tennis this morning and a quick lunch, I went to see if the solstice day would reveal any beauty, or at least something of interest. PP was off to a celebration of the solstice at Hiawatha Park in Minneapolis, UH was busy elsewhere and NCW is freezing in the north country yet. I also needed to do a bit of Christmas shopping and I also wanted a few minutes to have a sit down. I found these colorful red berries near Hamline where I went to walk a while outside. I think they are high bush cranberries, but I'm not the plant expert in this family.


The alley behind the homestead has been plowed, but the snow continues to build up and the pavement beneath won't be seen for a few more months. The grayness of the day is hard to hide.


I found this view of Hamline's Old Main on a day when the campus was nearly deserted. Classes are apparently over until after the holidays and the students have left for home.


So I went off to shop, into the crowded stores with my fellow citizens. From the looks of it, the economy is on an up tick.