I found some. It took ….
I found some. It took some looking but there it was. Some snow. Today as I write this was April 10. It would have been my Dad’s birthday and as a tradition on this day we always made homemade ice cream if we could find any snow. The homemade kind where you turn the crank until you think it is hard enough. Then out comes the dasher and anyone close enough with a spoon could enjoy a spoonful or so.
I found the snow, which took some looking out on Pelsdorf Avenue across from Kyle and Kaila Fitzl’s. But no homemade ice cream today, I’ll just have to be satisfied with Nature’s Best from Kwik Trip.
Dad would have been 133.
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Last week’s TRG came with the annual announcement of the Citizen of the Year as well as the Business of the Year. In a moment of forgetfulness I kind of forgot all the good things Dave Esselman has done over the years in the community. It just sounds right to think he probably was named Citizen of the Year because he may have been responsible for saving my life last summer. Anyway it is always great to see someone recognized for all the extra things they do.
Besides, if they were going to pay special attention to those responsible, they should have included Barb Lucht. She was the first to notice I was having problems and went and called Jackie and Bob, who quickly took me to the emergency ward before getting my pacemaker installed.
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I’ve heard of this scam being pulled on other people but never expected to get a call myself. It was someone telling me it was my grandson John and he had been in an accident and lots of people were hurt seriously. He had been blamed and was in jail and he needed help right away. I tried asking questions to see if I could trip him up, but never asked the right one, I guess.
He finally hung up and I called Sue to see what she knew. I assumed what she was going to tell me and hoped I hadn’t been scammed. What really threw the monkey wrench into the plot was to see the call had been made from a 715 number. Now John lives in Menomonee Falls, which isn’t anyway near our 715 zone. It’s an old scam, it seems odd someone is still trying to make it work?
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Call me a pack rat if you like, but I just like to hang on to things in case I ever want to use them or see them again. At some point I will start throwing things away. I recall when I finished four years of being the County Board Chairman I had to clean out my office. I remember hauling 12 boxes of papers home. Gradually I went through and sorted. In the end I found myself with nothing left. It was all gone.
The other day I discovered a couple of boxes of old greeting cards. One was from my Never To Be Forgotten trip to Washington, D. C. and the others were all the sympathy cards that came when Florence passed away.
She died in the fall of 2018 but her dementia had started many years before. So taking care of her in those years, besides going nearly every day to see her, I kind of forgot the wonderful person she was.
She was indeed a part of the Bob/ Florence team and I might admit she never once complained about an idea I had. The first came about a month after we were married. I had been working for the Erickson/Holiday gas company but gave up a position as traveling manager to an employee just pumping gas on the three to eleven shift. I convinced her I could moveback to Turtle Lake and wait out a position at the post office.
That worked and I had 11 wonderful years there and living in the town where I went to high school. I knew everyone one and knew where everyone lived back in the days before Zip code.
Once that arrived it caused me to start thinking. Zip code removed most of the task of sorting mail and that was back in the days of political appointments, which could get you a position as a postmaster or rural carrier. In other words, money would talk, there was no other way to advance to a higher level.
Oh yes, then I got the idea to start writing a column for the local newspaper. I do recall she cautioned she hoped it didn’t interfere with my golf.
Well, the golf game was gone, but I found a new hobby which led to the purchasing the Loyal Tribune and Spencer Record. The original plan was she would stay home until our house was sold. That was fine until I started thinking she would have to work at the paper as well. So plans changed quickly. We hired a friend with a truck and had found a house to rent, which I will admit, we never saw the inside before we moved and discovered the mess the renters before us had left.
Then came the first day of running a newspaper, well, two if you count the old Record. Florence admitted coming to work that first morning and Jean Hesse, who agreed to stay and help us get started, told her to, “make up a two by four inch” ad. She broke out in tears as she didn’t know what that meant. How could you expect someone who had never been in a newspaper office before to know all the printing slang.
Well, the rest is history and she should get more than half the credit for what developed over the years. One decision I made without her was to add the Greenwood Gleaner and she worked days and many nights to make the TRG what it is today.
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I have a question. Aren’t we living in a country with a representative form of government? When the vote was made to approve a Supreme Court justice it looked more like a political game than the true representation of our country is supposed to be about.
