[December 4, 2009] As I sit here on my stability ball (though becoming more unstable all the time) in my new “office” staring out on the wonders that winter is wroughting (newly coined word), I understand why I take decidedly more photographs in the snowy, white beauty that is this season. There is a lovely, light snowfall again today – and the last two evenings have wrought (there’s the base word) the first sub-zero wind chills since . . . well, July. Anyway, we can now see the annual ice blanket begin to creep its way across the lake. Soon Lake Darling will feature multi-hued fish house communities.
I find it difficult to write the Christmas letter or anything for the blog as I continually gaze absent-mindedly (OK, my usual condition) at the sights outside my window. Maybe it’s writer’s block – though I understand you have to be a writer first before you can be blocked. So, for now, it’s best that I return to the couch, continue reading the Molly Ivins biography, and hope to be inspired.
Think you should do some rendition of the 12 days of Christmas for the your fans It doest have to be 12 days it could be any kind of days ….like musing days…you’ve got the eagle in a Linden tree…you got swans a swimming…you’ve go all you beautiful photos, plus your ardent fan photos…just a thought. ~ A fan
PS I think of you not as Easel Adams… but as Tripod Adams
[April 30, 2009 – Snowstorm of March 1957] That was a lulu. Pete Geiser and I with his son and another boy went to the basketball tourney in Moorhead. By luck we got as far back as Fergus Falls and didn’t get back to Alex until about noon the next day. ~ Dr. Bill Heegaard
If it’s the one I remember, it was during the basketball tournaments. Everyone got caught out of town. My mom and I were home at the Indian Mounds. On Saturday a man made it to our door. He wanted to leave his truck. Nothing had really been plowed, but he needed to get to his farm north of Lake Ida. His wife and children would be running out of firewood. So off he walked…He returned for his truck several days later. ~ Diane Hoffman O’Brien
That was me, Diane, and I’ve never forgiven you for not loaning me two logs for the fire! ~ Paul Donley (responding to Diane O.)
This was probably the snowstorm where my dad and I got as close to the side door of the bakery as possible and then dug a tunnel in to the door. I remember how surprised we were when we started to widen the tunnel and discovered a car bumper on either side. There was no sign of any cars when we started digging and we just happened to hit the right spot. ~ John Herdan
And it shows the paper only cost 5 cents. ~ Jo Lee
Linda: Jill Kremintz, Kurt’s wife still has his ashes. And no one is certain what she has or is going to do with them. I wish I had an answer for you. Cheers. ~ Joe Vonnegut, e-mailing Ruthie’s cousin, Linda Zambanini, regarding the location of Kurt Vonnegut’s body [oops, wrong issue]
Hey Tom and Ruthie – reminds me of the fellow who told his wife it was time she quit drinkin’ because her face was starting to get blurry. Cheers from Seattle… ~ Mikko and Tudy Cowdery [oops, wrong issue again]
I agree with you 100%!!! (the convention, Margaret, caucus you name it). ~ Beth Teeuwen [again?]
You really do take great photos 🙂 ~ The HQ [I quit]
[May 12, 2010] My 45th reunion is also this year in Kalamazoo, Michigan. We are so damn old. ~ The Nanner
[June 11, 2010] A certain classmate has raised an issued . . . that I’m sure has been keeping most of you awake at night [I’m sure she’ll recognize her inquiry]:
I am continually impressed by the amount of film….I would never have been able to afford the film let alone the processing…And where did you store all these photos….I think you belong in Guinness Book of Records or Ripley’s Believe it or not. Also your wall liquor was another wow.
So, here’s the poop. On the right side of the attached photos is a brown box with a small cube on top. Each cube contains 40 slides, each box contains 16 cubes. I have 5+ boxes. Slides were the way to go when I bought my first SLR camera in 1970. They were much cheaper than prints. Since Ruthie was so kind as to be me a slide scanner, I can now digitize those several thousand slides.
When I discovered the limitations of the slides, I went to prints. The green box on the left in the photos contains prints – probably a 200-300 hundred. I have 16 boxes.
With the advent of the digital camera, I just store everything electronically. Many thousands of those now. Ruthie occasionally makes prints off of those – she’s a scrapbooker. TMI?
Well, back to scanning . . . I’m somewhere in New England now. Kinda fits my personality as forever being a font of useless information.
[June 12, 2010] In view of the following responses I received on this missive, one would have thought I said I spend my weekends drowning baby bunnies:
– Do you regularly wear a hat with your pajamas?
– Yes, the delete button on the computer works as well.
– There are some pictures that you really should not keep. These would fall into that category.
– Is this new facial hair? Did I start something by what I said last week?!?
Accordingly, it is certainly within my prerogative to forward photos of recent gifts from the missus from the new Ron’s Warehouse in the old Alex Marine Building.
[June 17, 2010] I don’t want to brag or make anybody jealous or anything,
but I can still fit into the earrings I wore in high school. ~ The HQ
[July 4, 2010 – Revisiting “Angst”] A few months ago there was an interesting e-mail discussion (well, at least to the participants) regarding the subject word. It was brought to mind again recently when I received an e-mail commenting on my physical appearance (favorably?) from some 30 years ago and wondering why she [anonymity provided to protect the dreadfully near-sighted] had no recollections of me ever wandering (well, mostly I ambled) the halls of Jefferson High School. With yet another reunion on the horizon, we pause to reflect again on those glorious “angst” filled high school years.
Tom, I haven’t really had a chance to get to know you, even sitting across from you in English. I haven’t got a chance to get to know you. Hope it works out better next year. Til then, good luck in everything you do. ~ Diane
Tom, I don’t recall you ever saying anything in high school? ~ Russell Rolandson (almost every time I see him now)
“Girl Repellent” cologne worked – I was the proverbial invisible man (or was blessed with Steve Martin’s powers of non-observation). And so it was many years before I dipped a toe into the societal dating pool – and only then with the courage wrought from a new chocolate Toyota Corolla (a real chick mobile), my locally-famous chili recipe, and the obscure ability to balance a champagne flute on my nose.
[April 7, 2010] Later revisits of “Angst.” A great word – right up there with “ilk” and “nuance.” It is a synonym for writing. I recently complimented a writer friend about her best angst-ridden column. She was concerned she had written others? But all writing reflects angst.
Here are two John C. Obert columns dealing heavily in angst. Makes me proud to be his progeny. I have a certain advantage regarding the paunchiness of aging, however – spandex t-shirts!
Angst really is a great word. I’m so proud to be referred to in the famous writer Tom Obert’s email. I have now achieved success. ~ Jo
[April 8, 2011] But, of course, I totally agree with you – and a lovely column for Spencer to peruse in his dodderingdom. By the way, your toilet is overflowing!
I love that word you made up. I’m going to try to use dodderingdom in my next one – perhaps throw in some angst. And I’m way too smart to fall for the toilet thing. ~ Jo
[August 21, 2010] Some of you will recognize the woman sitting on the left. She is “The Nanner.” She has established a certain cult following on the ‘net for zinging me. 😉 She recently got a new job as Administrator for Centennial Planning for the 2013 Centennial of the US Department of Labor. By sheer coincidence, her class is celebrating its 45th reunion in Kalamazoo, Michigan, this weekend. Before she left, here was her parting shot:
I’m sorry, but you look like an idiot. What happened to you? You used to be cute.
So, last night, our 45th began wonderfully hosted by Betty Larson Butcher, and her husband Perry, and Chairman Bob Watson on the shores of beautiful Lake Darling. Pontoon rides, good eats, good drinks, good friends. While some of us are required to return home when the sun sets, rumors have it that others went on to Bug-A-Boo Bay or Interlachen. Further reports to follow. Anyway, I spent the entire evening desperately trying to recover my cuteness!
We like to see cute and happy. Good going! ~ Worldstory
[August 22, 2010] We’ll try to space these out some, but we’re already getting requests from people who aren’t even from Alex, weren’t part of the event, but want to see the pix! Go figure.
[Old(er) people having fun!! (But they probably should be chaperoned.)]
So, on Friday afternoon we arrived from the SW side of big Darling to the west side of Little Darling [Editor’s note: People who live there do not much care for the term “Little Darling.” Can’t say as I blame them. How ’bout the north bay of Lake Darling?]. The Larson Butcher and Watson compound had a “Parking” sign up in the car window. All were greeted by various valets on golf carts (Ruthie got a lift from Perry Butcher). Once around to the lakeside, we discovered the HQ chatting with Bonita Olson Gilbertson and somebody partially obscured. The view of Lake Darling was just great [have you ever noticed how waterside shots are enhanced by having Adirondack chairs in the foreground?]. The Chairman greeted Kathy Josephs Faust from the helm of his limo, and Bonita and the HQ yucked it up with Karen Meyer Bird. Finally, John Herdan and hostess Betty Larson Butcher discussed the finer points of trumpet fingering on Mahler’s “Adagietto from Symphony No. 5.” More anon.