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December 24, 2008 Things happen rather quickly sometimes. The new owners of the Warroad Pioneer didn’t want my Southwest Angle column, and, since I have so much fun writing it, I chose to continue the tradition. I figured you all wanted to continue hearing about Trapper, Ms Toyota, Pum the Ox and Management’s exploits so here it goes. On to other things. Trapper’s buddy Dick is trying to justify his purchase of a 115 HP, 4 stroke Mercury outboard motor for his boat. His latest plan is to buy it for wife Eileen’s upcoming birthday. He thinks that since she occasionally accompanies him up to Whitefish Bay it might work, but the rest of us are a bit skeptical. Will keep you posted... Trapper moved the logging shack to its familiar location northeast of Bemis Hill in the Tamarac swamp. If you are in the area at noon and hungry, the pancakes are on the griddle. While he won’t turn a raven away, he’s much happier if you bring along some sausages to fry up... Gene Knutson’s buddy Blackie think he needs to upgrade his wheels. Blackie reports that the old Norwegian ran into someone with his S-10 on one of his trapping expeditions so it looks a little worse than usual, which was pretty bad. I’m saved the indignity of purchasing a Chevy Van. After scouring the Midwest online in search of a Ford Aerostar AWD van, I found one in the Trading Post. It was at DeWayne’s west of Roseau, another ‘94, reasonable, low mileage and in good shape. Now Management can work on putting on another 100,000 miles in a ‘94 Aerostar AWD. Rest assured, GM lovers, we’ll keep Dick’s old Buick since it still has a current State Park sticker. Have a great Christmas, See you next week! December 31, 2008 Christmas
is nearly over for this year. I’ve only one or two things on
the list to make it complete. The
major item left is to finish the yearly newsletter for the household.
Usually the household cats (the authors) and I (publisher) have it done
before Christmas, but during a couple of years in recent history, the
task has been left until after Christm After
spending Christmas Eve with the Tapper , Ms Toyota and the rest of
theRoseens, we had a leisurely Christmas morning at home before heading
south on Christmas day. It
was like a rolling
postcard, convoying through the snow covered countryside. The wind
hadn’t yet blown the snow from the tree limbs; it was simply
gorgeous. The
only mar on Christmas was to find that the furnace had quit on our
house in Hill City. Fortunately, no water damage and we were able to
repair the pipes over the weekend. Back to the Great North on Sunday
night. Monday
morning I was assigned to take the Little 4H Girls to Thief River Falls
to the Water Park. After sending Management off to work, I took the
back seat out of the Aerostar. In the midst of the task, I received a
call from the crusty old Norwegian, Orlin Ostby. He demanded to know
what I was doing. I told him and he said I was cruel to have sent
Management to work while I was playing. I reminded him that I also was
charged with the important task of picking up the organ Management was
purchasing from him on our way back from the Water Park. After a couple
more insults, he let me go. We drove down to the Water Park and
the Little Girls enjoyed their time there. Dad
relaxed and took some pictures. On the way back, as promised, we
stopped at the Ostbys’ to pick up the organ. Orlin
had the important job, telling sons Eric and Christopher what to do as
they hauled the organ from the patio and carefully slid it into the
back of the Aerostar. Plenty of room. We went out and looked at the
horses in the barn and then he showed me a neat covered sleigh he had
in the yard. It was too dark for pictures so that will wait for another
day. Once
we got inside, it was business time. Orlin demanded that I pay him
three dollars for the organ since he’d paid two fifty for it
at an
auction. I reluctantly shelled out the three dollars as he complained
that it should have been more since he’d had to store the
organ for a
couple of weeks since Management said she’d take it. I told
him I
figured he should have delivered it for the three dollars, but
I’d
already lost that argument. Orlin’s wife Mandy took
pity on us and fed us all some potato and dumpling stew before sending
us on home. Another week in the great north, see you next week! |