May 31st, Memorial Day and last day of May 2021

 TERRY

As usual Terry is reading the paper as I blog.  She is the same but for some reason she is very congested this morning.  

Here it is almost 7:30 and I have tennis at 9:00.  It is the same four as played Friday so will see if we have the same pairings or change.  

Terry and I have nothing planned for the day.  

I should add that those darn flowers actually seem to be more beautiful today than when Terry got them on Thursday.  NEVER have I seen such beautiful flowers stay so long.  

I made reservations for Tori's wedding which takes place May 28, 2022!  Tori is Terry's granddaughter and will be the first wedding of the grandchildren.  It will take place north of Atlanta near where Tori went to college.  For me a year in advance seems like a long time.  I printed out our hotel reservations now I need to determine where to save the papers so I don't lose them!!!

There is nothing about this picture that relates to me but I saw it on the computer and thought it was spectacular as someone was in the right place at the right time.

This is one of the pictures Dave's daughter Lisa sent me.  Dave is buried in Bergen cemetery which is in SE North Dakota.  We went to Bergen Church through about 1963 or so.  MANY memories go back to that church which no longer is there.  Also many family and relatives are buried here including Mom, Dad, brother Ronald, Uncle Halvor, Aunt Alta and many more.  Aunt Bertie and Uncle Obert are buried in Palestine Church which is only about 3 miles away.  Why in the world did they build two very nice churches in the country so close?  Well the story is the churches go back to immigrants from different countries.  I am not sure if they did not get along or if they just wanted to keep mainly with people of their blood line.  The two churches were served by the same pastor!  Kind of funny as Mom and Bertie were sisters and they went to different churches.  Of course both churches have been closed for a long time.

DAKOTA ATTITUDE

"Actually, this was a pretty good size town.  Dad used to buy cream from the farmers, eggs, and all that stuff.  I used to candle eggs for him.  Help move some the cream cans around the farmers brought in.  He would open (he meaning his dad) early and get home late.  It was seven days a week.  Sunday afternoon he would open up, and if somebody wanted something he would go over and open the stor for him.  We used to go out and butcher our own hogs and cattle for the store."  "

I still have bills in the basement.  People got stuff and never did pay him.  If someone needed groceries but could pay, Dad did not turn them away."

"Martin Grube remembers his first job on the farm.  We farmed with horses.  I cultivated corn.  I suppose I was about 12.  The horses are smarter than you think.  They walk down them rows and you never have to touch the reins at all, they just keep walking."

Well here it is a little after 8:00.   Perhaps I could get some things done before I play tennis at 9:00.  Actually I have had papers on the dining room table for a LONG time so I may get to that this afternoon.  I did say "may".  For some reason the FP was extra good this morning.