The State of North Dakota gives out the Rough Rider Award annually to native North Dakotans who have been influenced by living there to achieve excellence in their respective fields or endeavors. It is the highest award the State endows.
The plaque is fairly small, with a 3-D bust of Teddy Roosevelt in the center. The recipients are given honorary rank of Colonal in the Theodore Roosevelt ND Rough Riders. They also gets their portraits painted and hung in the capitol building. Past recipients include Louise Erdrich, Bobby Vee, Peggy Lee, Louis L’ Amour, Roger Maris, and Eric Severeid.
The first recipient of the award was Lawrence Welk in 1961. I should remind Baboons that Lawrence Welk is a particular interest of mine since my paternal grandfather’s first cousin married Lawrence Welk’s daughter, Shirley.
Imagine the consternation in ND last week when it was reported that a ND couple traveling in Brittany, France went into a thrift store there and found Lawrence Welk’s Rough Rider Award Plaque. The woman in the couple stated she saw this 3-D silver image of Teddy Roosevelt on the plaque, and was astounded to see the inscription regarding Lawrence Welk below it. How on earth could this happen?
Why in France? Did Lawrence travel much in France in the 1960’s and 1970’s? Were the Welk’s so hard up after he died they sold all his memorabilia? Did the woman and her husband somehow get the plaque and bring it to France and claim they found it, thus to increase its value? It is a mystery. I hope we can find out what really happened.
What mysteries would you like solved? What award would you like to receive?What would you like your relatives to do with your things after you are gone?
When I was growing up, ironing was as art form. In my family, EVERYTHING got ironed, from my dad’s work shirts, to shirts and dresses, towels and sheets. I don’t remember underwear getting the once over, but I could just be suppressing that memory. My mother had me ironing pretty early – starting when I was in first grade – and she instructed me in the correct way to do every kind of garment/fabric. When my dad’s ship came in, Nonny’s first luxury was to send out the laundry to be ironed. She still washed and dried everything but then it went into a bag to get picked up by the ironing person twice a week. I can still see the ironed items (in garment bags) hanging in the front closet after they were returned in pristine shape.
I do have an iron, but it gets lonely in the closet. The only thing I’ve ironed in the last year was the quilt that I inherited from Nonny (well, inherited is probably the wrong word. “helped myself to” is more like it). And the only reason I ironed it was that I was adding sticky fabric tape to several places where the fabric had basically disintegrated over the years. YA probably uses the iron and ironing board maybe once a quarter.
When I went off to college, Nonny did send a little travel iron with me. Snort. The very first things that I quit ironing were my sheets. They stretch out on your bed and you sleep on them, for goodness sakes. Sheets were quickly followed by just about everything else. I never looked back.
With this in mind, I’m not sure what the heck I was looking at on YouTube a few days ago, but for some reason, a few posts came up about how to fold a fitted sheet. Then I made the fatal error of clicking on one. Now my feed is full of folks seriously showing me how to fold a fitted sheet — all of them basically the same method – sticking the two lower corners into the top upper corners, then folding into thirds or fourths and then folding again. It LOOKS easy, but I remember trying this years ago and it’s not that simple. And if you’re dealing with slippery sheets, of which I have several sets for the summer, the method doesn’t really work at all. I did find a YouTube of how I do it…
I don’t actually chuck it into the closet. After I’ve wadded it up, I then put the folded top sheet and the pillow cases on top and then gently slide the whole pile onto the shelf. I’m not a savage.
Toward the end of her life, I know for a fact that Nonny was still ironing some of her clothing, but she had abandoned ironing the sheets, thank goodness. Whenever I would visit and help her with laundry, she would have us do the two-person fold. I’m now sure what she was doing on her own. I hope she was wadding the fitted sheet into a ball, but somehow I doubt it!
Do you fold fitted sheets? What method do you use? Do you use a top sheet? Linen closet or drawers?
When YA was four, we had a nice day at the zoo. As we went through the Minnesota Trail, there was a beautiful lynx right in the middle of its habitat. YA was mesmerized; she stood right in from of the glass and stared at the lynx. The lynx stared back; they literally had locked eyes. The two of them stood still like that for a good five minutes. YA broke eye contact to look to me and at that point, the lynx bolted for another part of the habitat. I probably should have realized at that moment that YA had some animal whisperer talent. Maybe it started that day – the lynx has always been one of her favorite animals.
We get emails from the zoo so we were aware that there were two lynx kittens born at the zoo in late spring. The email announcing that the kittens were out for viewing came a couple of weeks back; YA has been on me ever since to get to the zoo.
Yesterday, since I had Blevins in the afternoon, we zipped down to Apple Valley at opening time, 9 a.m. The plan was to go see the lynx first, then see other stuff, then circle back to the lynx before heading home.
Going in the cool morning was great! All the animals were up and about (except the beavers). We even got to see the two martins, who are NEVER awake normally. The wolves, who are usually all sacked out in the back of their area were up, rolling around and even coming right up to the windows!
Saw the red pandas, the sloth (who is usually sleeping when we’re there), all the otters, the caribou, the big moose. Even the prairie dogs were all up and working on their breakfast.
We did go back to the lynx – the kittens had found a way to climb up to the top of their habitat and were looking down at all of us. Even though we could hardly see them and they weren’t doing much, YA had us stand there almost 10 minutes.
All in all, it was a glorious day at the zoo. I think we’ll probably head out early and get there at opening from now on!
You know those colds going around? Kelly, daughter, and I all took sick days this week. Just colds, but foggy head, stuffy nose, and Kelly has a low grade temp. Naps are good.
Last weekend one of our neighbors had their annual barn dance. Music was provided by a funk band from the twin cities, ‘Tyte Phitt’. They were a lot of fun! When contacted to play here, they were interested because they’d never played a barn dance before. And the hosts said they wanted to see how a bunch of farmers would like a funk band. It was loud, but it sure was good!
Last Saturday Kelly and I mixed up 17 bags of concrete to add a little berm to the new concrete and fill in a low spot
Just enough at the door to keep the water out. Kelly learned a lot about mixing and working concrete. She says it was interesting. And it bugged her that I can smooth better than her. I’ve just had more practice is all. Someday I’d like to put an overhead door here. We’ll see.
And then Tuesday morning we had another Thunderstorm with a lot of lightning and about 6AM the electric co-op calls and tells me our power is out. I’m barely awake. It is?? (And isn’t that something; they’re telling ME it’s out.) He says there was a lot of lightning and they’ve had some meters fail. I was up with the dogs at 4AM and we had power then. Wasn’t long before a truck shows up and tells me there’s actually a tree down in the pasture, it tore down the line and broke off a pole. Yep, that would do it. One of the guys and I drive back there with the gator. Glad the neighbors took their cattle out after the previous storm because then we don’t have to worry about fences. And I had to take down part of the temporary fence we put up this spring. Then hooked up the tractor and generator and went to work. It was about 2 PM when they had everything fixed and back online.
That’s not supposed to be there…
This should be vertical
Nice oak tree. Daughter and I talked about counting rings on trees.
You can see an old manure spreader to the right of the tree. Dad used to park old worn out machinery along this tree line. Some has rotted away, some has been hauled out. I wonder why he did that? I remember a few places there used to be junk parked. Probably saving for possible parts.
I’ve mentioned before that my dad would talk about he and his brother pulling the electric lines through the pasture with horses. Then WWII put a hold on it. If I remember correctly, the farm got electricity in 1946. Mom and Dad were married in 1948, and first daughter, Ellen, was born in 1949. Mom had told Dad she didn’t want to be pregnant and using an outhouse. He finished the bathroom in 1949…before the baby, but I think it was further into the pregnancy than mom wanted.
I ordered myself an “indestructible pen”. I always carry a pen in my pocket, and often doing farm work I break them by leaning over things. Typical plastic pens don’t last long. I found this one. It comes with a titanium tip to break glass. Never in my life have I had to break out a window. Except for fun. Or as part of a show. And being how this tip is so sharp, after I gouge my palm on it a few more times, I’ll be grinding that off.
Glass breaking tip on the left.
(Preliminary question: got any good stories about breaking glass?)
I picked up 55 bushels of rye seed on Wednesday. The dealer let me borrow a seed tender, so it’s in bulk, not in bags, and I was really excited to play with that. It has a scale too! And then we got .4” rain Wednesday night and Thursday was cloudy and misty. Heck, Thursday was supposed to be nice, before it rains for a week they say. It’s all still in the shed. The point of using a seed tender, is to avoid all the bags plus it’s quicker and easier. There’s a conveyor that can be used both to add seed to the cart, then turned around and unload the cart into the grain drill. Maybe next week I can get pictures of that.
A seed tender
I spent Thursday and Friday in the office instead. I meant to do bookwork. By 2:30 in the afternoon I still hadn’t quite gotten to that. Several times I moved the keyboard and moved papers, then saw a bill or two to pay. Did that. Remembered a few more emails to do, remembered some theater stuff to do. Started a draft of this blog, moved the keyboard again to start bookwork and got an email about certifying the oat crop for an extra payment for water quality. Spent an hour doing that on my phone (Because they said it would be easier on the phone. Well maybe if you don’t have fat fingers like I do!) Had to call for help once. Had to quit and start over twice. I managed. It was worth it for the $1600 bonus payment planting oats provides for water quality grants from the SWCD. Maybe I’ll order a couple gallons of diesel fuel with that…
CAN YOU HOLD PENS / PENCILS IN YOUR HAIR? BEHIND YOUR EAR?
HOW DO YOU CARRY YOUR CELL PHONE?
(I’ve seen women walk around with them under their arm or stuck in their bra. I don’t like them in my pockets; again, I’ll break it)
A cool wet morning yesterday was perfect for some time in the kitchen. Especially since my tomato plants are still going gangbusters.
Normally I look for easy recipes but for some reason I was drawn to a complicated Macaroni & Cheese with Roasted Tomatoes and Chilis that I found in my Tomato cookbook. It had several steps that needed to be combined at the end, which always spooks me. I’m usually fairly casual about cooking so having to get everything to come together at one point isn’t my favorite modus operandi. But with nothing else on my to-do list, I thought I could handle it.
Part of the recipe was a layer of roasted tomatoes; the recipe called for big tomatoes but I have tons of cherry tomatoes, so I looked up an alternative recipe. I made this first and as the tomatoes were roasting, I laid out all the other ingredients on the counter. It felt like I was doing a cooking show! Then the poblanos got roasted over the gas flame; it’s so much fun to hear the peppers popping and sizzling! Added the peppers to the tomatoes with a couple large cloves of garlic.
Next up was the cheese sauce; it’s been quite a while since I made a roux and then a cheese sauce from scratch. SO much cheese – sharp cheddar, fontina and parmesan. And so much stirring! Managed to get the pasta cooked so that it was done right when the cheese sauce was ready. (leaf-shaped pasta that YA and I found at Trader Joe’s last weekend.)
Laid the tomato/poblano mix in the bottom of my 8” square cast iron, then layered the mac and cheese over that. Then came the breadcrumb topping – breadcrumbs and melted butter – and finally popped the whole thing in the oven for 25 minutes.
Looking at this description, it doesn’t seem as complicated as it felt at the time. The whole dish, including roasting the tomatoes and peppers, took about an hour and a half. I had thought it would take longer. I managed to clean as I went, so there wasn’t a massive mess when I was done.
It smelled heavenly and tasted heavenly as well. YA liked it as well, which isn’t always guaranteed. I guess this means I’ll have to keep this recipe in our roster for another cool rainy day!
Any foods you’re trying to eat up (or put up) this fall?
PS: The left-hand photo is before it went into the oven and the right-hand is the finished product.
One of my mother’s life lessons for me and both my sisters was “who said life was fair”? This was in direct contrast to the lessons most of us absorbed from cartoons, television and movies; usually, the bad guys get their comeuppance in the end. Considering how little comeuppance a lot of current bad guys are getting, I’m glad my mom taught me some balance to always expecting fair.
Yesterday I had to run an errand over to St. Paul. On the way over, I had to go north on Highway 280 – a left exit off 94. There was quite a bit of traffic, so the last 2 miles before the exit, I just hung out in the left lane. Even though I was going about 5 miles over the speed limit, there was one person behind me who was really impatient and got pretty close. I ignored them.
Then on the way home, I had to go south on 35W, another left exit. Same scenario – about 5 miles over the speed limit and again, somebody on my butt. But this one was really aggressive and even flashed their lights at me. Good grief. They did a quick rush into the lane to the right to get around me. The car that was already in that lane actually put their brakes on. The impatient car swerved back behind me; the car in the right lane sped up a bit. The impatient car tried again to swerve over and around; again the right lane car put on their brakes. There was some long laying on of the horn and more flashing lights. When we got off at the 35W exit, I slowed down a bit so my right lane friend could get ahead of me. As we got onto 35W, the impatient car finally was able to swing out and pass us both. I was wondering if he would pull in front and then stomp on his brakes, but he just left us inn his dust.
I completely get that things like this can turn into road rage but as impatient guy raced off, I realized I had a big smile on my face, having seen some instant karma. I’m sure we didn’t make him late – the whole thing only took about 2 minutes, but I’m hoping the exasperation and anger he felt was a bit of karma coming his way (yes, I did eventually see that it was a guy). So at least for two minutes yesterday I got to see a little bit of fairness in the world!
The soybeans are turning yellow and dropping their leaves. Another week will make a huge difference.
We spent a week outside of Charleston SC visiting my niece and her husband and their two cute little girls, age five and two. Boy, that two year old: She never stops moving! Better them than us. And a wonderful dog, Maggie. A female Doberman. I’ve not had anything to do with Dobermans before, but she was a sweetheart.
These people love their hot weather. I was hot for the whole week we were there. They made a fire one night in their fire pit. IT WAS 80 DEGREES! I kept moving my chair back. But, it was a lovely night and It was a great, much needed vacation.
Our first night and I got to take the five year old to bed. I was pooped out.
Who doesn’t love chasing seagulls?
Daughter loved the beach.
While we were gone, our house sitters, G & E, did a fabulous job keeping our dogs occupied. They left the house cleaner than it was when we left. E does a lot of cooking, which was evident by the washed cookie sheets and bread loaf pan on the counter. We need to get them to leave some left overs. And G works at a local nursery and we always come home to fresh cut flowers and even some new plants on the front step. Great people. We’re not sure the dogs were glad to have us come back or not.
Plus our other neighbor, B, collecting eggs and taking care of the chickens. She said she loved her the dogs protected her from the raccoons.
The tree branch that fell down on the deck just before we left got cut up and hauled away. We are so lucky it missed the gutters and missed the lights hanging off the gutters. It broke a leg off one plastic deck chair, and bent one tiki torch. Driving around the farm, there are trees down all over. Lots of trees in fields, which will make harvest difficult. It’s hard to clean them up without damaging more crops. Our neighbors took their cattle out as there was so many trees down on the fence it was easier to take them out than to fix the fences. At least for now. They’ll be fixed before next spring.
And we’ve had a bunch of weird electronic issues since the power was out with that storm. Course the router needed to be rebooted a few times, and the extenders, and the security cameras… got most of them back, but it’s been a process.
The Soil and Water (SWCD) people, and contractor Clint built the new structure to stop erosion.
The front side with a tile inlet.
The back side. The tile drains down in the tree’s to the left.
Clint also built a ‘low water crossing’ at one of our waterways. It tends to be wet in the spring, (that’s why it’s a ‘water way’). He excavated down, placed geo-textile fabric, large rock placed underneath, smaller rock on top, and that way the water can still pass through but the equipment has a place to cross without creating ruts in the soft spring soil.
Bailey approved
I am very proud of the work we’ve done the last few year making the farm a better place for the future.
Including pouring concrete.
Last week Kelly and I were compacting gravel for this pad. This concrete is in the main part of the shed, right inside the main door, and is where just about everything gets parked. I’m as excited about this concrete as I have been about all the rest.
A pack of wire ties.
Wrap the wire around the rebar, hook the loops, and spin it five times to make it tight. Six twists will break the wire.
Rebar wired together and propped up with rocks, tin cans, empty bottles; Anything I found in the garbage that I thought would be useful. You can buy 2” plastic rebar chairs, but why would I wanna do that?
We had some good help leveling out the concrete. Our son came down with a couple of his buddies. I spent a little more money and ordered a conveyor truck to get the concrete in the shed, that way I could be in there helping and not in the tractor hauling concrete 1/2 a yard at a time in the loader bucket. I am supposedly, the ‘Brains’ of the outfit. I use the term loosely. Jokes on them!
I ordered 5000 psi concrete “garage mix” with fiber and air entrainment. See, sounds like I know what I’m talking about.
You want a bunch of help getting the cement truck dumped out and the concrete spread out. Then there’s a little more time to get it level and time for it to begin to harden before the finishing work begins. And that can be a one person job on a pad this small. It just takes several good people right at the start.
On top of the compacted gravel we get the rebar laid out and tied together using a homemade wire twister. I use fiberglass rebar. I buy wire ties with a loop on each end, then use a paint roller I’ve modified to twist them.
By the time we finished I was pooped out. Man, I am not 30 years old anymore.
The conveyor truck getting set up. We were all working so I didn’t get any pictures of it happening.
Kelly was in charge of the measuring stick and the laser level to get it level. 
Looks pretty good for some amateurs. Better than our first round last year.
Humphrey walk through it first. But I’m OK with that. I left his footprints.
HOW OFTEN DID YOU FALL ASLEEP YOURSELF TAKING THE KIDS TO BED?
You knew it was coming. The review of the foods that YA and I sampled at the fair this year. I’m thinking of this as a public service announcement for any trips to the fair that you might be considering for next year!
Staples/Old Favorites (Some of them anyway)
Sweet Martha’s Cookies – every day. What doesn’t get eaten right away goes into my Tupperware to be dipped into as the day progresses. Still yummy when they are warm and gooey.
Potato Cheddar Crepe. This is YA’s favorite. They make the crepes to order so they are also warm and gooey.
The corn stand is an amazing piece of production and, of course, the corn is also fabulous.
Pickle Pizza. Another of YA’s staples. They’ve added a second outlet this year so while the lines were long, they weren’t as awful as prior years. What she likes best is that the base is a white sauce, so the pickles aren’t sparring with tomato sauce for the lead.
Cheese Curds. Like usual, the Mouthtrap curds in the Food Building are the best. They also have a fabulous set-up so while the lines look long, once you’re in line, it goes really fast. Warm, crunchy, not too greasy. They’ve got all the other curds beat.
New Foods This Year
Pimento Cheese Puffs at Shanghai Henri’s (International Bazaar). Pretty good, could have been fried a bit less; the crunch was a bit much. Nice cheesy insides, not too spicy with a nice sweet and sour sauce. 5 stars
Three Cheese Mac Savory Cone at Roons (near sheep/poultry barn). Like it says – mac & cheese in a waffle cone. The mac & cheese had too many savory spices for me and the cone was a little “tough”. 3 stars
Vegetarian Spring Rolls at Panda Palace (International Bazaar). YA ate most of these and reported that they weren’t anything special. 3 stars
Sweet Squeakers at The Blue Barn (West End). White curds, battered, fried, dusted w/ cinnamon/sugar. Topped with a lemon whipped mousse and raspberry sauce. Header photo! Interesting concept but WAY overdone. You really couldn’t tell that the base of cheese curds wasn’t really recognizable. 4 stars
Strawberry Crunch Mini Donuts at Solem’s (North End). They looked good but most of the strawberry flavor was in the topping, so after the top layer of donuts was eaten, the donuts themselves didn’t have a lot of taste. And I have to say, putting crunch around the edge of the bucket looks striking, it is a MESS. 3 stars.
This isn’t by any means all the foods we plied ourselves with but a good overview. Sad to say that there were no new foods that received 5 stars from us. Next year when we print out our food list, it won’t include any of them. But the old favorites didn’t disappoint.
If you do the fair next year, hopefully our research will be helpful to you!
I’m pretty sure that if you asked YA if she would want anything about me changed, the top of the list would be “stop talking to strangers”.
I admit to this freely. No big, long conversations; most of my talks to strangers are one-off comments, usually having to do with whatever situation I find myself in with strangers. Lots of “beautiful dog” or “cute dog” or “does your dog like to say hi” or “does your dog like to be petted”. YA was mortified about a month ago when I rolled down the car window to call out to someone that their Irish Setter was gorgeous. I have a friend in Wisconsin who can start a friendship with anybody she meets; I’ve been with her when she got name/phone/address with a stranger we met at the zoo. I’ve told YA she should be lucky she’s got me. This has never mollified her.
Waiting on line for the State Fair Park `n Ride buses is the exception to my short yakking with strangers. We’re all there for the same reason. We all have stories to tell about various parking/bus situations. It’s always interesting to find out where people are from (we met someone from San Diego this year) and there’s usually good information to be had about foods and entertainment. YA has to admit that even she has taken part in these bus-line conversations.
So I felt completely exonerated yesterday morning while Freya and I were walking along in Tangletown. I woman drove by, slowed down, rolled down her window and called out “beautiful dog” before driving away. I felt like I had met one of my people!
Do you still say “rolled down the window” or “I typed my answer”? Better yet, do you talk to strangers when you’re out and about?
It was fun to be in Brookings this past week. Brookings is the home of South Dakota State University. Both our son and DIL work for the University, he as a mental health counselor and she, in a new position, as a Freshman student advisor.
Classes started on Monday. Last weekend Son helped students move into their dorm rooms. Golf carts were involved, and Son also helped direct campus traffic. DIL helped students rearrange and tweak schedules. Though they can’t and didn’t give us any individual details, both stated the incoming students were pretty anxious.
I started at Concordia in Moorhead in 1976. I had never lived away from home before. A band trip to Europe that summer seemed to have cured me of any homesickness. As an only child it was rather disconcerting to have to share a dorm room with someone, though. I was in the oldest dorm, Fjelstad Hall. My roommate was tolerable enough, but a local girl and more interested in her hometown friends than she was in developing a relationship with me. I quickly found friends on other floors.
Concordia had very strict rules for students. Freshmen and Sophomores had to live on campus. The school openly acknowledged taking an in loco parentis role with students. You couldn’t have a vehicle if you lived on campus. That meant taking the Fargo-Moorhead transit system around town. There was, of course, a total ban on alcohol in dorm rooms. (All that meant was that people got really sneaky.)
I wish all the first year SDSU students well. I am glad they have my son and DIL for support.
What were your first digs like when you moved away from home?Ever live in a dormitory?
