Can you believe we are ….

Can you believe we are past the halfway point in the month of February? Maybe we should make all months 28 days. That would give an extra month each year. That would be nice as it would give time to get things done which are somehow bypassed as there are not enough weekends to go around.

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I was complaining that I might have overdone the first few days I was home and seemed to be feeling the effects of it. Well, that has changed and suddenly I can feel from day to day how much better I feel. Still not up to getting out and driving around, but getting close.

Then we had the weekend come along and instead of being nice, it was cold and windy. Nothing like that to make me feel like a homebody again, satisfied to just sit and look out the window.

The time went pretty fast as I watched with awe the Phoenix Golf tournament from Scottsdale, Arizona. My gosh, all the people and the fancy golf facilities.

Then they throw in someone by the name of Sahlth Theegala who was leading the pack on Saturday. Turns out he was born in California, but his parents are from India.

To make things even more exciting, one player made a hole-in-one which turned the fans nuts. Turns out it wasn’t the first one ever as in 1997, Steve Stricker, a native of Madison, Wisconsin, did it and as well as a young golfer by the name of Tiger Woods.

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With an exciting golf match on, along with the Super Bowl tonight, it would seem I had better get this done and ready to ship out. Which prompted me to look for an idea and one kind of popped in my face like washing machines did last week. The question was - did I remember my grandmothers? Well, of course I do, but not the kind of young grandmothers we have around today. Mine were old, as I remember them.

A number of years ago, Florence and I had visited Carrington, North Dakota, where my mother’s parents lived as well as where my parents were married and three of my brothers and sister were born.

I had found an article in the historical museum about Louis Treichel and his brother moving there from Chicago. They originally came over from Germany to escape the German army.

Later they moved back and lived in Chicago, or nearby northern Indiana. I recall visiting them one time when I was pretty little. My mother and her sister from Kokomo, Indiana, had traveled there to visit the Chicago World’s Fair. I can still remember that I and my cousin got into big trouble when we both wanted to play their piano at the same time.

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Grandma Berglund, on the other hand, wasn’t hard to forget. When dad and mother moved back from North Dakota, my grandparents had moved to Stillwater, to live with my uncle Albin. Grandpa Berglund died before he was buried, but it is pretty neat as their graves are right inside the main entrance to the Stillwater Cemetery.

Grandma Berglund was always a pretty neat lady, hardly one to think she arrived here from Sweden with one child in 1884, and seven years later, in 1891, had four children. Along with that, Grandpa had cleared about 11 acres and built a log house, log barn and stable.

He also had to renounce his allegiance to Oscar II, King of Sweden and Norway.

By the time I got to know her she was just a neat old lady who always seemed all dressed up. As she approached her 75th birthday it was time to hold a big celebration. She had diabetes at the time and I remember my aunt giving her a shot every morning.

So the thought was to invite everyone to a big birthday party. Only thing Grandma fooled them all. She lived until she was 88, so we wouldn’t have had to rush into having the big 75th birthday party.

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Well, the Super Bowl is over for another year. No real surprises, but LA made a few dumb mistakes and almost lost it. But I think Cincinnati can tell everyone to watch out next year.

Now it is time to shift to basketball, baseball will begin practicing soon and before you know it fall will be here and we can start all over again.