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Just when I vow to step back, take a deep breath, for a few hours view politics from afar, knowing (and not exactly forgetting) the horrors of so many lives: the refugees and other homeless humans, those mired in death and starvation in countless deadly military/gang/thug actions around the world—it gets personal in various ways. For starters, personally terrifying in the way fascism, communism, capitalism, all creep up and into, if not… Read More
…south from Northome on Highway 71 about six miles, turn right on a gravel road, every year feeling a tingle of anticipation, another mile and a half and there it is, lane up to the house grown over, house collapsing into the earth, young spruce growing out of and into the old log kitchen. The Old Place. The time when it was everything recedes further and further in the distance. My mind’s… Read More
Time for the grand summer blog post…or two. True, summer’s not officially over, but the temperature has dropped two, three degrees and I’m hopeful. Summer of 2025. Highlights. Scott visits. Steve and his dog hang out with us a lot. We visit Minnesota, Robert and friends and the Old Place. End of story. Unless something of great consequence happens between now and September 1st. No matter what anyone tells you, that is… Read More
The reality of having my eldest son live in the Philippines is daunting in the sense that…I am seriously old… and the PI is a long ways away. At least 36 or more hours at best. This is me vulnerable and cranky and needy, okay? But, as with many things in life there’s an upside. This is me being Pollyanna. Scott comes home a couple of times a year and stays a… Read More
The best thing about blogging my journal or journaling on my blog is that I get to share pictures, adventures, and opinions simply for purposes of reminiscing (when I’m old!). Or I can believe that my sharing includes the entire world. And it doesn’t really matter. My pleasurable time with words and pictures has been had. About NOW. Pretty amazing by anyone’s estimation. Joe Biden did himself proud. And who knows, maybe… Read More
No one could tell the story of the 60s better than Doris Kearns Goodwin, especially as seen through her and husband Richard Goodwin’s lived experiences, vivid memories, box after box of words and picture artifacts, and so much love, passion, and intelligence for and with each other and their friends and associates—key players all, in a time and in places never to be forgotten. And all here in An Unfinished Love Story:… Read More
Remember, labels and photos get separated when posts are transferred to a computerized blog book. Just enjoy, family members, who are the only people seeing these books…match as best you can! Posted December 26, 2023: My first home. Before the log and plaster addition, before fruit trees and spruce trees and willow trees grew into place. Before gardens. Then it lived as a home for a very long time. But eventually after… Read More
Posted October 15, 2023: Mizpah Elementary School. Graduating Class. 1951. And there I am. Between Carol and Larry. We were the tallest kids in the class all the way through school so consistently in the back row. Probably why none of the three of us achieved great fame and fortune. And over to the left, Pat. Whom, just last week, I just met for lunch in International Falls and spent a pleasant… Read More
Posted October 7, 2023: My immediate family is small, even when cousins are included—but many of my first and some of my second cousins and their children feel very immediate to me. I visit every year or two and they grow older, bigger, wiser, with new additions every now and then—Robert and I are the last Nesets in this U.S. branch so guess the name goes away here soon. Fortunately the Nesets… Read More