Today’s Wisdom: A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him. –David Brinkley By Bill D. Ward I recently got to spend some time catching up with a bunch of college friends and roommates. Some I hadn’t seen in 53 years. A lot had happened in everyone’s lives since the early ‘70s. There was no shortage of stories of the old days. Some were familiar because I was there. Others were new to me. Thankfully I had been elsewhere the

By Tim King “You can’t go home.” That’s what Mike Tuomala told me a half a century ago. Mr. Tuomala was my supervisor on a 10 day U.S. Forest Service job in the late summer of 1971. We spent our days in the deeply physical work of clearing and repairing portage trails in the Boundary Waters. Mr. Tuomala taught me, and two other young fellows, how to lay a stepping stone staircase on the down-hill slope of a forest trail so that it prevented erosion and so it looked as though

By Nancy Leasman We’ve had a house guest for nearly three weeks. One whom we’ve never seen. She’s been reclusive, elusive and stealthy. She’s left signs of her passing but has spoken not one word. Child #7 and her fiancé live in St. Paul. They have two cats. Then a third one appeared outside their patio door. They fed it. As the weather turned cold, they took pity on it. They made a shelter but she refused it. One cold morning, they brought her in. That process wasn’t without

By Gwen Hanzlik of Dassel The storm arrived like a door slammed by winter itself — sudden, unannounced, unforgettable. In February of 1972, the snow didn’t fall so much as it claimed territory. Towns across central Minnesota and the surrounding counties found themselves paused inside the same white silence. The roads disappeared first. Then the familiar sounds of engines, school bells, and daily errands all faded into muffled waiting. What remains now are not weather charts,

By Jim Palmer I am writing this on Jan. 24 -- also referred to as “Blue Monday.” The third Monday in January was given this designation by a psychologist years ago because of multiple negative factors that stack up this time of year -- specifically post-holiday letdown, gloomy weather, financial stress from Christmas bills, and (for most) a time when they realize that New Year’s resolutions aren’t sticking. While some experts consider this formula less than scientific, menta

By Carrie Classon “I miss our conversations!” Marilyn wrote to me. I don’t know Marilyn well, but I like her very much. “You want to get a coffee sometime after Christmas?” I asked. Life starts to pick up and get moving again in early January. After hibernating in a cookie-induced coma for two full weeks, we’ve had a brief reprieve from normal. Now, with enough cookies consumed to keep us safe from a sudden cold snap and make the zipping of our trousers just a little more cha

By Tim King We generally have a small Christmas tree with modest ornamentation. The few ornaments that we do display have sentimental value. Among them are tiny colored bird ornaments with actual feathers. The colors range from scarlet to turquoise to yellow to improbable. Often their wing colors will contrast with a birds body feathers, adding to the little ornaments colorful brilliance. Our mothers purchased these birds 70 or so years ago. Their feet are made from strong wi

By Rachel Barduson of Alexandria One of my son’s favorite cereals when he was growing up was Honey Bunches of Oats. Mine was an occasional bowl of Corn Flakes; Frosted Flakes with Tony the Tiger was a luxury. I only had Wheaties on top of oatmeal. Rice Krispies was definitely a crispy treat of snap, crackle and pop. If I remember right, Corn Flakes, Rice Krispies and Wheaties were the only thing in our kitchen cupboard. We ate at the kitchen table and I actually don’t remembe

by Jan Stadtherr For many seniors, the memories of using a dial phone evoke a sense of nostalgia. These sturdy devices had a rotary dial where you would spin the dial to connect your call. Phone numbers were often a combination of numbers and letters, like “OR4-5678,” where “OR” represented “678” on the telephone keypads. For urgent connections, you’d go through a local operator, who’d seamlessly connect calls and help with directory inquiries. The party line system was also

By Jim Palmer Around Mother’s Day, the Social Security Administration (SSA) announces the most popular baby names of the previous year. For the SSA, which I can only guess is a fairly serious/low-frill place to work, this announcement has to be one of the more fun and exciting things that happens all year long. But since it is the end of one year and the start of a new one, other organizations always jump in every December to release predictions on the top names from the yea

by Nancy Leasman of Long Prairie It was a slippery slope. No, not the ice out on the road nor in the woods. It was inside... me. The slippery slope of pain killer dependence. Everyone who has joint replacement surgery is familiar with the need for pain control. Research has shown that healing occurs more quickly when pain is managed properly. To that end, there are dosage limitations, spacing of doses, and term limits. Fearing any potential dependence on my prescribed medicat

By Rita Kostreba of Holmes City, Minn. Towering above his head, Sam said goodbye to his tree and leaves it in his grandmother’s care. Contributed photo When our grandson Sam came to stay with us during his two-year course at Alexandria Technical College, he didn’t come alone. He brought a spindly plant that he said was “ sort of a science experiment of moms. I know you will love it Gram.” It turned out to be an avocado plant that his mother had started from some seeds that s

Today’s Wisdom: If you claim something, you can own it. – Carrie Fisher By Bill D. Ward In researching some old history stories, I have found several references to the practice of literally driving stakes into the ground to claim land. Often these were wood or metal, but at times, even a pile of rocks was deemed adequate for a legal claim. The point was to do something asserting your right to the land. We no longer actually drive stakes into the ground, but in modern times w

By Robert Erickson of Sartell I was born in Willmar in 1933, but my life did not begin until a cold wintery February morning in 1939 at about 2 a.m. My sister Phyllis, age nine, and I were asleep in our home in Willmar when we were awakened by people talking downstairs. Curious, we were walking down the stairs when mother met us and told us to go back to bed and she would soon be up. About 3 a.m. she came upstairs, set us on the bed, and said, “Daddy’s not coming home.” We di

By Carrie Classon I knew it was going to rain. I looked up the weather before I headed out, and there was a 94 percent chance of rain at 7:00. That was precisely the hour I planned to walk home. “It’s going to rain,” I told my husband, Peter. “Not till later,” he said. “Google says it’s not going to rain until 9:00.” “Hmmm.” I wondered if I should bring an umbrella. The sun was shining. It was hot. I had a mile and a half to walk, and I was not really looking forward to carry

By Jan Stadtherr The juicy tomato was the subject of a column that I wrote 10 years ago. Many friends and family members have commented that it’s their favorite column. A decade later, the garden favorite is haunting me. To update you, the column is as follows: “One of my most recent blonde moments was this fall as my husband, Ron, and I were driving to Brainerd. As the car meandered around the curves of State Highway 84, a red and white sign at the end of a driveway caught m

By Tim King In June of 1970, you could still catch an east-bound Great Northern passenger train in Sauk Centre, Alexandria, and other towns up the line to Fargo, and ride in comfort to the Twin Cities. At that time, Interstate Highway 94 had just been completed and Central Minnesotans simply weren’t used to the notion that they could jump in the car to see the grandkids in the Cities in a couple of hours. Anybody can cultivate. I was 21 and working for a young farmer named Jo

By Nancy Leasman I did it. I had knee replacement surgery and am on the mend. And, I am grateful to all those who daily help people with dysfunctional joints regain their mobility. I’m grateful to the surgical team, the nurses and staff in the hospital, and my spouse for offering help with all those things one cannot manage alone after joint replacement. The physical therapy team which provides consistent assessment and encouragement cannot be thanked enough. My gratitude goe

By Marlys (Blake) Hagstrom of Hutchinson “Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind” is one of the lines in a song made popular by Elvis in 1968. When I begin to reflect on growing up in Hector, the pages of memories in my mind slowly turn and come to life… I can’t forget the five-cent ice cream cones at Evie Ahl’s Café or penny candy at the variety store. They had everything from handkerchiefs to toys. The long trek home from school always included a stop at the Berry

By Sharon Craig of Granite Falls Recently, I was in the hospital and a wonderful nurse asked me how my husband and I had achieved such a long-lasting marriage (60 years and counting). The quick response was not to end your day in anger. Don’t be afraid to say you’re sorry. My wise daughter says sometimes it’s better to be kind rather than right. Don’t let false pride keep you from apologizing when it’s needed. Our wedding day, 60 years ago. Contributed photo When I think back