Strange Thing Happened At Work
Very strange thing concerning work. As you may recall, two days a week I transport people , mostly older, between their homes or nursing homes and various medical facilities. I took the van home Tuesday night, preparatory to going 110 miles to Cook, MN on Wednesday morning.
In the morning – I could not find keys for the van. I am, as a rule, very careful with keys. I looked on the table (living room end table) because it was where I remembered putting my keys and wallet. I picked up my personal keys and my wallet. No van key. … Read more…
The Sad Tale Of Too Many Toasters
I like my mother-in-law. This is not an anti-mother-in-law story. It is just strange.
Not sure how I got in the middle of this. I guess you could say my wife, JoAnne, dotes on her mother. And her mother, June, dotes on JoAnne. They’re a doting duo. Except my daughter, Sara, is in the mix too. She gets doted on as well. But that would be a trio. And – Oh, never mind…
So – the toasters.
June’s toaster broke. JoAnne got rid of the toaster and started buying new toasters. She bought cheap ones. She bought expensive ones. Starting … Read more…
It’s been a strange day – filled with bitter, OCD, and passive aggressive people. Then you meet people who are in much worse circumstances – who meet life with a smile and a laugh.
Though you have made me see troubles,
many and bitter,
you will restore my life again;
from the depths of the earth
you will again bring me up. Psalm 71:20
A Few Thoughts – Ramblings
Reality and the Nightly News have nothing in common
One Nation Under God
I believe that a personal relationship with Jesus is necessary for salvation.
In The End: “Every Knee Shall … Read more…
Life With Father
Life with Father:
My wife has always had a healthy respect for my father – as one should have for someone who has always been there for us through every house building and house renovation we’ve ever been through – not with cash, so much – but with sheer hard physical labor and great skill.
There are many things about my father – My wife doesn’t understand. I believe a lot about understanding my father requires some knowledge of where he came from – the farm – and the time period in which he was raised – the great depression.… Read more…
Just Got In The Door
Just got in the door – spent the day north in my home country – the Saw-Tooth Range. It’s sad when you don’t feel at home when you are home.
I went with a friend from church, Darryl. I brought an extra Duluth Pack for him. I’ve known Darryl for some years and he enjoys the outdoors, and practises great wisdom, but he is from the prairie so often asks questions about things I take for granted. Once, while standing in a cluster of hazel-brush – he began asking me about harvesting hazel nuts and what the hazel nut bushes … Read more…
Autobiography of Andreas Langum
Andreas Langum is my great-great-grandfather
Note: There has recently come into our possession an autobiography, translated from the original – which was written in Norwegian – and reads more like a story than the actual experiences of a human being. Could we reproduce it without names we would do so, not that we are not proud of our deceased grandfather, but due to the fact that it was never intended for publication. We cannot refrain from publishing at least a part, however, so that some of the present generation (who may be disposed to complain over imaginary hardships) may see … Read more…
For many years I worked night shift as a peace officer in a rural jurisdiction. Sometimes it was scary and exciting. Much more often, it was quiet and boring.
Your mind wanders and you think deep and varied thoughts. I often wondered what I was doing out there – while most other people were home sleeping. I began to envision myself, like my medieval counterparts, as “the watchman on the wall.”
I mentioned this, at one point, to my children. One of them said it was like the game of thrones. I had no idea what he was talking about, … Read more…
This is not true. It is a story. Similar situations may have occurred in real life, and some of the characteristics of the principles in the story may be an amalgamation of real people, but any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental.
This story is about the Sioux girl, Emmy Pond
WHERE I COME FROM: Grandma Artichone hated the Sioux. Pretty non-P.C. in this day and age when all tribes unite in despising the white man.
Grandma Artichone was a wild old woman – probably the last traditional Ojibwe in our family tree. She was the … Read more…
Back to work
Duluth is a strange old town. For most Minnesotans, Minneapolis/St. Paul are “the cities.” In NE Minnesota, “the city” is Duluth. The difference between NE Minnesota and the rest of the state is quite noticeable. While most of Minnesota has a rural farm-based origin, it is hard to even grow hay in NE Minnesota, and many of the late 19th century immigrants to this part of the state ended up working for large companies, logging, railroads, and in the iron ore mines. The oulook and politics of their descendents reflects this. Unions are strong, and Gust Hall, long time president … Read more…