tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365605672024-03-07T01:17:07.561-06:00The Lindahl NewsLet's just celebrate the everyday in life...Lindahl News 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700696893724625242noreply@blogger.comBlogger589125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36560567.post-45042684443044893242012-10-02T21:16:00.000-05:002012-10-02T21:16:06.311-05:00So Long, Blog #1Yes, after 6 full years of blogging and nearly 600 posts, my blog is full. There was a little note about the capactiy reaching 99% when I tried to download pictures. (Sweden must have done me in!) A new blog - <span style="font-size: x-large;">The Lindahl News 2</span> - has been set up and is up and running.<br />
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Find the blog now at <a href="http://www.lindahlnews2.blogspot.com/">www.lindahlnews2.blogspot.com</a> Lindahl News 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700696893724625242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36560567.post-40137872821382361972012-09-27T17:30:00.000-05:002012-09-27T17:30:40.953-05:00We Are Home from Sweden.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Remember the <span style="font-size: x-large;">View-master</span> toy from our youth? <em> (That is, the youth of my peers, not the</em> <em>youth of today.)</em> It was a toy for viewing scenes of travel destinations with two parts: a round disc form with tiny photo windows inserted in the circle and a souped-up binocular device to insert the discs into. You clicked away to see pictures in almost a 3D view. I thought that I would make my own version of favorite photos/places to share with you in View-master style 2012, the blog. Enjoy!<br />
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So there you have it. We had a wonderful trip to Sweden. Now home, we are happy to be back!Lindahl News 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700696893724625242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36560567.post-77725596464284675002012-09-25T00:00:00.000-05:002012-09-25T21:21:30.692-05:00Oh, Pippi, My Pippi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span dir="auto">Way back when, I saved my pennies to order Scholastic Books when pennies really <em>did </em>buy books! Most books were 35 cents. I had quite a collection of Astrid Lindgren and Beverly Cleary books. But there was just something very unique about Astrid Lindgren's Pippi with her home <span style="font-size: x-large;">Ville Villekula</span><span style="font-size: small;">, </span></span><span dir="auto">her friends Tommy and Annika Settergren and her animal best friends Mr. Nilsson (a monkey) and </span><span dir="auto">"Little Buddy" her horse.</span><br />
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<span dir="auto">Pippi Långstrump/Pippi Longstocking was a girl after my own heart. She lived in a colorful, clever,untidy </span><span dir="auto">house where treasures awaited in a chest of drawers as welll as a treasure box full of gold coins serving her monetary </span><span dir="auto">purposes. She was strong and strong-minded and had a way of putting bullies and bad guys in their rightful places. She was loyal to her friends. Her spunkiness got her into (and out of) sticky situations. And somehow she coped with a father out at sea.</span><br />
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Knowing that Astrid Lindgren wrote these books in the county we are visiting, I knew I had to do a bit of research to see if any of our destinations would have a Pippi and Astrid Lindgren connection. I hit "pay dirt" as one might say in the city of Stockholm! The <span style="font-size: x-large;">Junibacken</span> Children's Museum on Djurgarden Island is a very special place indeed. A indoor train takes visitors of all ages past scenes from several different Astrid Lindgren books: Madicken, Karlson-on-the-Roof, Ronja, the Robber's Daughter, Emil i Lonneberg, and the Brothers Lionhart. Then there is the pint-sized-coolest-ever <strong>Ville Villekula. </strong>Which, of course, I made myself right at home inside with all the <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz2Xg1Mk6e0BGiOASAtEvdK2bILU7cHsu8T1B1NMrXoOvQeBcYE_WUIVDNUdFDWb2twd-dfIWnbTGueZFBv6HVDSy3ofDDlfoxXdYjEtMcK1J3m3kMAsqfuGKMChcyB1JbkKQ5NQ/s1600/DSCN1130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz2Xg1Mk6e0BGiOASAtEvdK2bILU7cHsu8T1B1NMrXoOvQeBcYE_WUIVDNUdFDWb2twd-dfIWnbTGueZFBv6HVDSy3ofDDlfoxXdYjEtMcK1J3m3kMAsqfuGKMChcyB1JbkKQ5NQ/s640/DSCN1130.JPG" width="640" /></a>pint-sized children.<br />
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Here's her messy room; here's her Little Buddy giving rest to this little buddy.<br />
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This museum in special in other ways, too. It is devoted to Swedish children's literature with areas<br />
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But, wait! There's more! It also is a place for having fika and/or lunch with pancakes, cream<br />
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Such a sweet way to wrap our visit to Junigarden, wouldn't you say?<br />
Pippi most certainly would approve.<br />
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<br />Lindahl News 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700696893724625242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36560567.post-72917477789486013842012-09-24T11:07:00.000-05:002012-09-24T11:54:52.413-05:00Två Svenska Slottar (Two Swedish Castles)Know me even just a little bit and you <em>know </em>I like to follow the Royals. <em>(Remember April 29, 2011?)</em><br />
And what dwellings do Royals live in? Yes...castles! While here in Sweden, we have visited two castles.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Slott #1: Örebro Castle</span> <br />
When Elin suggested we meet in <span dir="auto">Örebro and we could walk to the castle nearby, I was <em>in! </em></span><br />
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1. The oldest part of the castle (the defense tower) was built in the 13th century. Another tower was added in the 14th century.<br />
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2. It was really expanded during the reign of the <span style="font-size: large;">Royal Family Vasa </span>(1523 - 1634). This was their home in the 14th and 15th centuries. By the 16th century, most of the castle was completed.<br />
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3. Not only has this castle been used as a home for the Royals, but it has also been a prison for inmates, a military compound and a place for the Swedish parliament to gather. In the summertime, there is an outdoor eating area that is most popular. Alas, it is now closed for the season.<br />
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4. The castle really <em>is</em> on an island on the River Svartan. That means the moat is automatic without a dig-out.<br />
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5. For the past 200 years, the county governor(s) have resided in the castle. Nice, huh? "Blajo"<br />
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6. Students from the <strong>Karolina Skolan </strong>use some of the rooms as classrooms presently. <em>Take that, Hogwarts!</em><br />
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Now that we are in Uppsala, we are within walking distance of the second castle. It is difficult to photograph in its entirety.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Slott #2: Uppsala Castle</span><br />
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King Gustav Vasa, in 1549, ordered the construction of this castle to commence. Future Kings Erik XIV, John III and Charles IX all expanded and remodeled during their reigns. <br />
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This was the castle from which the abdication of Queen Kristina was announced in 1654.<br />
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In 1702 a fire destroyed most of the castle and for many, many years it was left in ruins. Eventually, it was repaired and remodeled once again.<br />
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Dag Hammarskjold lived in this castle as a boy when his father was the governor of Uppsala County.<br />
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And now it is the home of the <strong>Uppsala Art Museum</strong> <strong>(Uppsala Konstmuseum) </strong>which we toured and visited! The special exhibit of ceramics by Taisto Kaasinen and artists from the Upsala-Ekebyfactory was most inspiring.<br />
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Once again, the Swedish sense of design comes through. As do their Royals and Castles!<br />
<br />Lindahl News 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700696893724625242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36560567.post-22767751763307185842012-09-22T12:07:00.000-05:002012-09-22T12:13:15.892-05:00Guest Blogger about His Boyhood In Sweden<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here I am in front of my old apartment building on Dragerbrunsgatan (number 53). We lived here for around 6 months in 1963. The school I went to as a 9 year old has since burned down, so we couldn't visit. <br />
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Around the corner from the entrance is the same bakery we used in 1963 to buy treats. One of my favorite temptations was this little elliptical shaped almond cake with frosting. Deb and I bought one and shared it while walking toward the Storatorget.<br />
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Here is the name of the street. You can see the address range posted on the corner at the intersection.<br />
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Our units were the ones to the right that were slightly off-white in color. They seemed in pretty good shape for being over 50 years old.<br />
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Here is a view of the courtyard behind the apartments. Notice the balconies to the left. I think we were on the second floor, but our unit is off the picture to the left. The entry to the courtyard is locked, so we were taking these pictures through the fence. We used to play here (Paul, Kris and Wes) and do I think my Dad tried to scare us by pretending to be a drunk man out there (or maybe it really was a drunk man!). We also used our old cereal boxes and slid down the stairs. The bicycle ramps make that possible (see picture below).<br />
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Now on to the walking outside mall. This ornate building was at the center of the "Centrum" open market area. Next to it was Ahlens. This store had all sorts of things from clothes to pots and pans. Perhaps like a Carson's Department store. At Christmas time we went and looked at the toys. I especially wanted a small toy steam engine. I did get this, but I don't remember the details (was it a gift? Did I contribute from my allowance?). I just remember wanting it so bad and then finally getting to run it and make the attachments work.<br />
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Finally, there is a picture of the grass area outside the castle. We used to ski and sled here in the winter. Unfortunately, this is the scene of a terrible accident. My brother and I were coming down the hills on this cool sled that had a steering wheel. We were going fine until we came to the walking path that had not retained its snow. The sled hit the gravel and slowed down very fast. I fell off, but poor brother Paul ended up with his face under the runners and in the gravel. The blood rushed quickly and I ran with him to our apartment just four or so blocks away. His face has since recovered, but I know my parents refused to let him look in the mirror for at least a couple of weeks. He was all swollen and disfigured. We also have a movie of us skiing here. A bit of editing allows Kris to recover from a fall and Paul provides some humor as he attempts to get up with one ski over another. <br />
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My newest memories are forming even now as I was able to meet the head advancement officer for Uppsala University and get a cool tour of the campus, which dates back to 1477. I guess almost 50 years is not that long of a time period, considering!<br />
<br />Lindahl News 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700696893724625242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36560567.post-82056191592532968252012-09-21T02:58:00.000-05:002012-09-22T10:49:03.510-05:00There's Pizza in Sweden! <br />
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Seeing as Chicago is known for its deep dish pizza (<em>Lou Malnatti's, Giordano's, Gino's East, Pizzeria Uno, etc.), </em>we knew we would <em>have</em> to have it here in Sweden<em> </em>at some point in time. Because we have been in this country previously, we knew not to search for deep dish. But we <em>did </em>know where to find the best thin crust pizza of all: at <span style="font-size: x-large;">The Evergreen</span> in Jönköping! Why is this the best place? Because our kids took us there and introduced us to #39: The <strong><span style="font-size: large;">Tre Kronor</span></strong> special!<br />
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What's in the <strong>Tre Kronor</strong>? Kebab meat, onions, fresh tomatoes, iceberg lettuce, french fries and a topping of kebab sauce! It sounds like of strange, doesn't it? But the french fries on top with kebab sauce over the fries makes for a most pleasing pizza combination.<br />
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Splitting one pizza in two halves was the right amount. Can you tell we have enjoyed our meal?<br />
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And can you tell the restaurant guy was happy we were happy with his pizza? Two thumbs up!<br />
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One little four-letter word pretty much sums up something <em>very </em>special going on in Sweden. <span style="font-size: x-large;">Fika.</span> I have gone by myself, with Wes, and with others. <span style="font-size: x-large;"><em>Konditori </em></span><span style="font-size: small;">is the place: sweets, breads and hot beverages are the choices.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">You can fika morning, afternoon and evening. </span><span style="font-size: small;">The closest thing back home to fika is a coffee break, but this doesn't even come close to the </span>experience here in Sweden! Like a bakery, you go to the counter to select your treat. Then you go to an eating area - a charming eating area at that - and enjoy the candles, flowers and conversation surrounding you while you sit, eat and break away from the routine of the day.<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;"> (Shown here: my solitary fika at the Varmland Museum in Karlstad with my beloved chocolate ball. </span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: x-small;"> It is a crime that I do not drink coffee in this land of coffee-drinkers.)</span></em><br />
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Of course these fika breaks also occur in places other than the <em>konditori.</em> My very favorite fantastic<br />
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Simon and Sofia. (Our son, John, met Simon in Sweden at SVF in 2005, then Simon spent the next semester back at North Park in 2006. He and Rasmus whipped up authentic Swedish pancakes in our home kitchen and spent Easter with us.) Simon is now married to Sofia and they are renovating an old home to their standards, working so very hard on this project! This fika was <em>perfection: </em>home-made chocolate pudding topped with cream and blackberries, home-made cake by Simon's grandmother, cookies, coffee and tea. <br />
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Our time together passed much too quickly, and it was time to get on with our travels and destination.<br />
But, the beauty of fika is that it allows you time to sit down and share conversation, ideas, plans,<br />
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Certainly this is a pleasure trip, but it is also a work-related trip for Wes.<em> </em>First the conference in Karlstad, now the time at SVF with the reason of contact with <strong><em>JIBS</em></strong> - the Jönköping International School of Business. (He works while I play.) However SVF is more than a work-destination...it's where our kids had their study-abroad experience! We visited them here in this beautiful-city-by-the-lake in 2001 and 2005. Lake Vattern is the second largest lake in Sweden and the campus is set upon the hill overlooking the lake. Morning, daytime and evening views from our lodging is breath-taking.<br />
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Please join me now for a little campus tour! First, let's go to the dining center where six<em> - </em>count 'em<br />
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There are four dorms.<br />
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A main building with the chapel, gathering areas, a library, offices and the dining hall.<br />
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What I enjoy so much about Swedish design is the fussy-less, functional nature of the furniture and the use of art work, textiles and colors. <em>Do note that there are many students bustling around; I took these pictures when it was class time or past class time.</em> Or maybe they are playing in the gym:<br />
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There are other buildings as well, but they are not pictured here. We are residing at the <em>Bergsgarden</em><br />
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And here's our shared social and dining area. But the best part of all? This view!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Aren't we the lucky ones? </span><br />
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Whether walking by one or driving past one, we try to stop for a look-see. What is a <em>kyrkan? </em>It's a church or cathedral. And they are beautiful here in Sweden! There's often an element of surprise awaiting the visitor whether the doors are open orlocked. I want to tell you now about some of these surprises.<br />
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First, let's go to the <strong>Betlehemskyrkan</strong> which is within the denomination we belong to back home. We didn't attend a service here, but peeked in after a service had concluded this past Sunday. The surprise element inside was a cave-like opening<br />
at the sanctuary front.<br />
<em>What is this opening all about? Is it functional or decorative?</em><br />
We probably won't know unless someone fills us in on the<br />
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Nearby is the church we attended that same Sunday, originally a <em>Svenska Kyrkan </em>or Church of Sweden. King Gustav instigated the Church of Sweden in 1526 during his reign as King. Since 2000, these are Lutheran churches. This beauty is in the heart of Karlstad and is called the <strong>Domkyrkan</strong>.<br />
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Once inside there were<br />
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candle tree, the gilded balconies and the<br />
sanctuary itself. The pipe organ was magnificent and played by a student visiting from Lindsborg, <br />
Kansas attending the conference with the group from the US. Not only were many Americans at the <br />
service but the governor of Varmland was also<br />
in attendance and had a conversation with Wes!<br />
Their picture is shown below at the end of interior <br />
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But the biggest surprise of something I'd never seen before in a church or cathedral.<br />
Two hanging ships were suspended from the ceiling over the congregation to the left and right near the altar. I was told these ships are memorials or "good luck" vessels to those who sail the seas. Norway, Finland, Iceland, Greenland, Denmark and other Western European countries have these ships in their churches, but I had never seen one in Sweden before!<br />
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Yesterday we drove through the countryside surrounding Jonkoping and came to another church.<br />
The <strong>Alseda Kyrkan.</strong> The doors were locked, but we walked through the gates to the cemetery.<br />
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Seeing the gravestones marked with names of our heritage was poignant: <em>Solander, Carlsson,</em><br />
<em>Fredrikson, Johanson, Nilsson, Lindstom;; Sven, Hedvig, Oskar, Nils, Lars. </em>And more. But the<br />
biggest surprise was finding a <em>runsten - </em>a runestone - back by the old stone church on the end<br />
of the property. Runestones began being seen in the 4th century, lasting until the 16th century.<br />
These are raised stones with runic inscriptions to memorialize a deceased man. And one was<br />
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Skip right over this one if you are not interested in the widths of pant legs. But, this has been on my mind and I must get it out of my system. If you come to this country and want to not stick out like a sore thumb, you <em>must </em>get yourself a pair of skinny-leg pants. It doesn't matter if you are male or female, youngish or oldish, thinnish or not-thinnish, this is what you wear in Sweden. Leggings will do, as will black tights. One could even mask a wide-legged pair of pants by covering up with tall boots.<br />
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The first morning as I looked out our hotel window to the street below, it seemed to be a sea of people wearing peg-legged skinny pants. What to do? What to do. I had some thread in my emergency sewing kit....should I stitch up my jeans to not look like flares? The black pants and blue tweed pants I packed were hopeless causes. Do I go out to buy a new pair of pants?<br />
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Then it was pointed out to me that I should just be who I am. Though I might look like my ancestors coming from Sweden in coloration and frame, it is <em>okay</em> for me to wear pants I have chosen before I arrived here whether I fit in with the crowd or not. My ancestors wore dark printed dresses, practical for the farming life and an occasional get-together with other farm families way back when. They wouldn't have given a thought if they fit in with their clothing. I am humbled.<br />
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Today we went to a Swedish church service and the passage that was read was from <strong>Matthew 6:25.</strong><br />
If you look it up, the last part is, <span style="font-size: x-large;"><em>"Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing?" </em></span><span style="font-size: small;">Humbled. And I will not be getting out my needle and thread!</span><br />
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<br />Lindahl News 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700696893724625242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36560567.post-29707778291045193492012-09-15T02:16:00.000-05:002012-09-15T02:16:23.855-05:00Starting Your Day the Swedish Way: Frukost<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We have just returned from eating our frukost (breakfast) and oh, was it good! But, oh are we full.<br />
This is what our hotel breakfast room looks like - I took the picture yesterday afternoon when it<br />
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Right away you know you are not in "Kansas" anymore when you see the table of six <em>count 'em six </em>different kinds of herring. Too bad we are not huge herring fans.<br />
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Next, let's go to the yogurt table where there are six <em>count 'em six </em>different kinds of yogurts. Our personal favorite so far is the black currant yogurt. Once you spoon out the yogurt into your bowl, you proceed to a toppings table with muesli, granola, nuts, seeds, berries, coconut, etc. And yogurt milk in different flavors to top it all off.<br />
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Then, beyond the yogurt toppings table is the bread section. Here I'd like to comment that this is a carb-eaters heaven and a low carb-eaters nightmare! Cardamon, whole grain, hard tack and much, much more. Throw in some butter cookies, snicker doodles and oatmeal lace cookies for even more fun. This is breakfast with cookies and I'm <em>in </em>for that!<br />
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Seen enough yet? Wait... there's more! We haven't even gotten to the main part of breakfast with the<br />
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Does this guy look like a happy guy or what?<br />
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We are going to roll home at this rate. But what a way to roll, huh? Great start to each day thus far.Lindahl News 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700696893724625242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36560567.post-64640954749748420032012-09-14T12:19:00.001-05:002012-09-14T12:19:41.967-05:00Home Sweet Home - Sweden Style<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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With Wes busy with conference activities, I have time to stroll through the neighborhoods in the city of Karlstad, Sweden. <span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm in love with these houses!</span> They are far different than our US neighborhood subdivisions I might add - and in a good way. No long streets with houses lining up in orderly fashion. Here and there a few houses may line up in a row, but I have yet to see coookie-cutter styles from one place to the next. One common denominator, though, is the frequent use of mustardy yellow or reddish terra cotta for the house or roof color.<br />
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Another common denominator: windows painted in trim of white. A third feature is the use of plants both in the yard and growing in potted containers from balconies and porches. Check out the greenery growing over the fence here as well as the gate.<br />
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As I walk, I imagine sitting on this balcony while listening to the swishing sound of the flag<br />
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Here's another charming balcony Small, but highly (pun intended) usable.<br />
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This house is more grand than the rest, but in the same neighborhood. I especially like the striped window awnings.<br />
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And I loved peeking through the bushes and trees to get a look at this home. The inhabitants<br />
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Of course the city also has its share of apartment dwellings. Isn't the scroll work on the balconies<br />
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Now I take you to <em>our </em>dwelling place. It's just about perfect, too.<br />
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Greetings from Sweden! Our home away from home is just about perfect.Lindahl News 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700696893724625242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36560567.post-51454223007418651782012-09-06T15:16:00.000-05:002012-09-06T15:16:24.757-05:00I'm Sorry Pink, Truly Sorry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's time for you to take a little rest, <span style="font-size: x-large;">Pink.</span> You have served me well these past 51 trips.<br />
But I just cannot bring you on trip #52. Even with your nice little extention zip-out, you<br />
will still be just a tad too small to go where we are going next. And I cannot bring you and<br />
<em>another </em>piece of luggage. Rental car trunks can only hold just so much stuff, you know.<br />
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But know that I will be thinking of you. And I promise you'll always be my very favorite<br />
travel accessory.Lindahl News 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700696893724625242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36560567.post-24540713698392834362012-08-30T12:00:00.000-05:002012-08-30T12:03:05.536-05:00Summer "Bucket List" Check OffJust a few days are left of summer, and the mental <span style="font-size: large;">"Bucket List"</span> of things to do is about to expire with the coming of Labor Day. We have had such a great summer going to concerts at <em><strong>Millennium</strong></em> <em><strong>Park</strong></em>, walking to get frozen treats at <em><strong>Yogurt Square</strong></em>, eating <em>al fresco</em> when possible, going to the beach, going to lovely weddings, getting to our cabin. The last on the list was getting Miss E on the train to have a downtown experience with her Papa and MeMo. <br />
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We took her on the Brown Line to the Madison Wabash stop. Far more than the stops on the<br />
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<em>Why </em>was the train stopping? <em>Why </em>are the doors closing? <em>Why </em>is the woman holding a bag?<br />
<em>Why, why, why? </em>She loved seeing the people get on and off and the doors opening and closing and the ding dong of the bell announcing the closing of the doors.<br />
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Once off the train, we walked over to Millennium park for a picnic by the <strong><em>Bean</em></strong>. (Otherwise know as <em>Cloud Gate</em> by Anish Kapoor). She asked if she could eat the Bean. No, we explained, it is only shaped like a bean and is made out of shiny material one would certainly <em>not</em> want to eat!<br />
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Then we ate our picnic supper on a table near the Bean. Food finished! Off to the Bean, with a stop to change into her bathing suit and cover-up.<br />
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Then, at last, to the "Face Fountain" (<em>Crown Fountain</em> byJaume Plensa) for some splashing fun!<br />
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We simply had the best time! Nothing like summer in the city with our grand-daughter - check and double check!!Lindahl News 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700696893724625242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36560567.post-50540118805604088292012-08-26T21:20:00.000-05:002012-08-26T21:20:35.024-05:00Going to the Fair (P*S*C* #51)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hard to believe, but in the whole time I have been going to the cabin (38 years) I never even <em>knew </em>about the <strong>Iron County Fair! </strong>The local newspaper had the fair as its lead story, so we put that our our list of things to do last weekend. <br />
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It was a BLAST! First we saw all the animals raised by the 4H kids: cows, horses, sheep, chickens, hogs, goats rabbits...talk about up close and personal!<br />
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I so enjoyed how the animal stalls and exhibit barns had hand-written notes by the young care-takers introducing themselves and their animals.<br />
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Outside on the fairgrounds were food booths and carnival rides.<br />
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We think Miss E might really enjoy these next summer.<br />
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It was also fun to check out the arts and crafts barns.<br />
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We ended our day by attending the hog auction in which young (to us) 4H kids <br />
showed their animals around the rotunda and bidders provided means for these <br />
kids to see a dream achieved with the funds made from the selling of their animals.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's fair to say we enjoyed the fare of the fair, fair and square!</span><br />
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We came as visitors to a lecture, competed as contestants and walked away <br />
with prizes. <br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">WHAT? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Let's back up a bit. First, we went to the <strong>Ottawa Visitor Center </strong>near</span><br />
our cabin. There was a program about black bears. We have seen them <br />
nearby and wanted to know more. <br />
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But before the program was fully underway, the presenter led about 50 attendees through<br />
the fun and engaging "<em>We're Going on a Bear Hunt"</em> with motions.<br />
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Loved it!<br />
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Then the presenter (I wish I could remember his name - Steve?) told us that instead of <br />
a lecture, we were going to learn about bears by playing a <em>game show</em> with questions.<br />
Winners would win prizes by choosing the answers from multiple choice questions.<br />
Losers would also win prizes. Count me in! <br />
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Realize that black bears in Michigan number from between 15,000 to 19,000 and<br />
90% of those bears live in the forests of the Upper Peninsula. It's a wonder we<br />
have not seen more near our cabin grounds, but they are a bit on the shy side unlike<br />
their grizzly cousins.<br />
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The question I got right was about the birth weight of the bear cubs: between 2 and 7<br />
oz. The Smokey Bear Key chain is now mine! Wes scored a zipper-pull thermometer<br />
for answering correctly about the male bear living in an area of about 100 square miles <br />
while the female has an area of 10 to 20 square miles due to her cubs.<br />
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Much was learned in this program. It was highly BEARable! For further info, clink on this<br />
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This time when I packed <span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;">Pink</span> for our third (and final) trip to our North Woods cabin, I also<br />
packed two old photo albums and a new book I found at the library: <span style="color: #351c75;">DEAR PHOTOGRAPH</span><br />
by Taylor Jones. The author explains how it all started by sitting in his old boyhood kitchen <br />
while going through old photographs. Once the photo was in his grasp, he matched it with the<br />
current-day background and snapped a picture of the "vintage" picture...get it?<br />
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This got me going! How fun would it be to use our kids-at-the-cabin photos? Answer:<br />
waay fun. Oh, and the author also suggests writing a little caption to go with the photo as if <br />
writing a letter. So with this in mind, here goes!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Photo #1</span><br />
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<em>Dear Photograph,</em><br />
<em> How was I supposed to know it would eventually be my job to put up and take down</em><br />
<em>this dock when I grew up? And, sheesh, it's the same old dock some twenty five years</em><br />
<em>later! At least Dad still pays me in steaks.</em><br />
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<em>John</em><br />
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<em>Dear Photograph,</em><br />
<em> Who could ever imagine all the times I'd pass through this back door to our cabin?</em><br />
<em>Not only me now, but my husband, my daughter and the new "bun" growing inside </em><br />
<em>me this summer have passed through the door - trying not to slam it, of course, in 2012.</em><br />
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<em>Anne</em><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Photo #3</span><br />
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<br /><em>Dear Photograph,</em><br />
<em> These two kids had a love/hate relationship sometimes. I hoped that they would get</em><br />
<em>along someday and become friends. It happened! Yay!!!</em><br />
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<em>Mom</em><br />
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<em>Dear Photograph,</em><br />
<em> Even though the oldest two never married each other like their moms had planned,</em><br />
<em>they are still buddies! And the youngest three are, too. We have always loved those </em><br />
<em>handsome, charming Rholl boys.</em><br />
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<em>Love,</em><br />
<em>The Lindahls</em><br />
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<br /><em>Dear Photograph,</em><br />
<em> Sitting together on these lawn chairs, (oldest to youngest from left to right), they still </em><br />
<em>make their parents proud - and six more kids have been born since this picture of them</em><br />
<em>was taken! And one is now even a grandpa himself!!</em><br />
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<em>Deb</em><br />
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<em>Dear Photograph,</em><br />
<em> We are now grandmas and we don't "do" perms anymore, thank goodness!</em><br />
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<em>MeMo</em><br />
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<br /><em>Dear Photograph,</em><br />
<em> I miss those days when we had all the kids around and made them do things they</em><br />
<em>didn't want to do like hiking up the hill. And when Grandma could make the hike with </em><br />
<em>us, too.</em><br />
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<em>Kris, Renee and Deb</em><br />
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Lindahl News 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700696893724625242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36560567.post-5182499178735233562012-08-14T16:10:00.000-05:002012-08-14T16:14:16.504-05:00In January, I Want to Remember this Day!Let's face it - fall is coming. Cars are parked in front of schools. The supply lists are out for students and they are shopping like crazy. Even some trees are dropping leaves. And I lament a little about this summer drawing to a close --- it's been a good one!<br />
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We had a nearly perfect day at the beach not so long ago. It had been close to 30 years, we figured, since we went swimming in Lake Michigan in Chicago.<br />
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Montrose Beach was calling our names and we heeded her call!<br />
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The water temperature was just right. The sandy beach continued into the water with no scummy seaweed or rough rocks. Waves made it seem like we were in the ocean.<br />
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Happy families surrounded our little spot on the beach with shovels and pails in hand and the making of sand balls. (Have you ever done this? You wet sand and form it into a ball about the size of a grapefruit.)<br />
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<br />Lindahl News 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700696893724625242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36560567.post-38393951433473626922012-08-06T14:35:00.000-05:002012-08-06T14:35:14.805-05:00Out with the Old and In with LITTLE REDHad enough of all the old stuff I've been posting lately? Me, too! Let's get on with something new in <em>our</em> neighborhood. That being a certain little girl who got a certain little outfit from her MeMo.<br />
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Quite a while back I spotted this <span style="font-size: x-large;">Little Red Riding Hood</span> outfit/costume. It was cute. I bought it. It was way too big --- but not any more.<br />
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Over the weekend Miss E tried the costume on.<br />
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I told her a tamed-down version of the story in which nothing dreadful happens to the Grandmother, and the wolf runs away never to be seen again. No huntsman, that's for sure.<br />
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For the next couple of hours, we played out the story: I was the sick Grandmother, she was "Little<br />
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BETTER HOMES AND GARDENS (1950 red and white checked classic)<br />
COOKING WITHIN YOUR INCOME (1936)<br />
JAMS JELLIES MARMALADES (1927)<br />
MARY DUNBAR'S COOKBOOK (Jewel Tea Company 1927)<br />
OUR OWN RECIPES-LADIES AND SOROSIS SOCIETY (First Lutheran Church Iron River)<br />
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My own personal favorite was OUR OWN RECIPES, not only because Martha's handwriting was on the front cover, but also because Martha had written notes throughout the book pointing out Carol's banana bread and chocolate fudge and David's spice cookies. Apparently, something was wrong with the Daffodil Cake because Martha had placed an "x" next the the recipe with the note <em>"do not make."</em><br />
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The MARY DUNBAR'S COOKBOOK brought the most detailed information about using Jewel products for the ingredients. An <em>entire </em>page was devoted to recipes with corn flakes!<br />
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The back section of the cookbook had recipes for feeding the Invalid - accent on the the first syllable please, not the second! You would <em>pray </em>to get better after having to swallow down most of these recipes...my personal yummy favorite is offered now to you for:<br />
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1 egg white<br />
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Following the Invalid recipes was a section on foods to eat if you wanted<br />
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Part of me would very much like to take the cookbooks home and test out some of<br />
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telling a story about the women who used the books long ago. Albumen, anyone?<br />
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Somehow it seems quite appropriate to write today (Sunday) about an old church next<br />
to the one room schoolhouse I wrote about in the last blog.<br />
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<strong>Bethany Lutheran Church</strong>, located<strong> </strong>in Beechwood, Michigan is no longer in use. We <br />
walked around the building and I imagined how it looked back in 1913 freshly constructed.<br />
In 1911, the co-owner of the Beechwood Store, Albert Sandgren, drew up the plans. <br />
The cornerstone reads 1912; my research indicates the church was actually finished in 1913.<br />
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The church construction was primarily carried out by volunteers - most likely Swedish<br />
Lutherans in the small community.<br />
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The front of the church houses a square-shaped belfry tower.<br />
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The church "footprint" is rectangular with a gable roof structure. Clapboard sides<br />
sit upon a rough-cut rock foundation. Knowing this is a rocky terrain, this indicates the<br />
rocks are from local soil. Farmers coped with this soil with limited success. Wes <br />
reports that his relatives tried various crops, including potatoes, thinking that it would be <br />
a longer growing season like back in Sweden. Eventually, it was realised that logging was<br />
the best "crop" and Wes's grandfather and his three brothers owned a logging company<br />
near Beechwood. <br />
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But back to the church....really back to the back of the church. It has an apse (love that<br />
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Probably my favorite feature of the church exterior is the use of Gothic windows. (How is it <br />
that I can never look at a Gothic shaped-window without thinking of the couple depicted in the<br />
painting <em>American Gothic </em>by Grant Wood? I think that as we age, Wes and I are going to<br />
look more and more like this couple.)<br />
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Again I digress...back to the church. <br />
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Though we couldn't go inside the vacant church, we were told that the sanctuary<br />
was very typical of a Swedish Lutheran church back in the old country. The curved<br />
oak communion rail and altar were altered a bit after another congregation moved in<br />
years ago, but the pieces were retained. Perhaps someday, the Historical Society can<br />
refurbish this building as well and restore it to its former simple glory.<br />
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It has been said (written) that this church is "significant" due to its unaltered<br />
condition in a rural environment. For me, it was a significant experience to walk around<br />
the building and imagine the sounds of a congregation singing hymns with the<br />
accompaniment of a pump organ wafting through the windows on a hot day of summer:<br />
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<em>Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee</em><br />
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or from <em><strong>The Church's One Foundation</strong></em><br />
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<em>O happy ones and holy! </em><br />
<em>Lord give us grace that we</em><br />
<em>Like them the meek and lowly,</em><br />
<em>On high might dwell with thee.</em><br />
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Coming next in this series of UP Oldies: the cookbooks.<br />
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<br />Lindahl News 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700696893724625242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36560567.post-57568855562241342642012-07-27T12:01:00.000-05:002012-07-29T22:33:51.895-05:00One Room Schoolhouse/Beechwood Town Hall (*P*S*C* #50)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of my favorite book series (and TV show) is based upon the life and experiences of <strong>Laura Ingalls Wilder</strong>.<br />
The <span style="font-size: x-large;">"Little House" </span><span style="font-size: small;">series captured a life of long ago where kids went to school </span>in a one room schoolhouse, parents were hard-working, and life was tough at times. But, oh for those calico dresses and bonnets!<br />
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When we were reminded that there was going to be a special event at the old Beechwood schoolhouse - a BBQ and "tour" - Wes and I decided to go have a look at the place where his Grandfather attended school. The school was built in 1914. After the <strong>Chicago and Northwestern Transportation</strong> <strong>Company </strong>made a railroad stop in Beechwood in 1888, a post office soon followed in 1889. The next building project was <strong>Bethany Lutheran Church, </strong>built in 1912. (More on that later.)<br />
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By 1934, the school was no longer used as a school. It was the Town Hall. Currently, the <em>Beechwood Historical Society</em> is using the building and working on needed repairs. Come along<br />
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You might ask where the building's bell tower is? Rumor has it that it was "borrowed" after the school closed, and it ended up in a nearby museum. Soon, it is going to be returned. The historical rendering, below, shows the bell in its tower. Meaning the tower will have to be rebuilt as well.<br />
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Once you walk up the steps, you can see two bathrooms side by side to the left. The<br />
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Becuase this area gets <em>so</em> cold in the winter, the cylindrical water tank holds no water to freeze. What happens? The user sits on the "throne" causing the seat to have pressure as the weight of the user touches down (see the gap between toilet and seat?) causing the cylinder to fill up with water and allow flushing. Cool, huh? Sure beats "going" ouside to an outhouse!<br />
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To the right of the entry is a small room, now a vintage kitchen. Originally, the room<br />
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And now we get to the main room where all the learning took place nearly 100 years ago!<br />
It is set up with tables for the Open House, but you can get the idea quite well as to <br />
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Isn't it interesting to think about the songs being played on this piano back in the day?<br />
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Many original one room schoolhouses can be found throughout our country, but<br />
somehow knowing there is one in our cabin "neighborhood" is very special indeed.<br />
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<em>Coming to this blog next: The Old Church</em><br />
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<br />Lindahl News 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700696893724625242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36560567.post-72574160916394542542012-07-25T17:24:00.000-05:002012-07-25T17:25:47.533-05:00Looking Back in Time (Pink Suitcase Chronicles #50)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes, we have been back to the family cabin in Michigan. This time, though, was a bit different than previous visits as there were many more glimpses of the town's past history than usual.<br />
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The main road through the center of town is currently under construction.<br />
Therefore, a detour is necessary to get from one end of town to the other. The detour sends the vehicles<br />
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one way on the side streets, and the return trip leads the vehicles back on the opposite side of the main drag.To me, an out-of-towner, this translates to seeing buildings and houses not usually glimpsed as we leave our lake cabin to fetch groceries, visit the local thrift store or gather materials for yet another repair project. And this time, I fell in love with an old, boarded-up beautiful building which I assumed was formerly a school bustling with students and teachers. This building is magnificent! (And much larger than it appears in these recent photographs.)<br />
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Nowhere is a sign or cornerstone to mark the building's history or name. But, there<br />
is a very reliable source of information: my Father-in-Law. He grew up in this town <br />
and when I explained the location, he immediately told me that this is <strong>Central School</strong> and<br />
he attended the school from kindergarten through 6th grade. He remembered one teacher<br />
specifically: Miss Scott.<br />
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Once I knew the name of the school, I could search online for details. I found out that<br />
the construction for the school started in 1904, was completed in 1909 and this is what it <br />
looked like then.<br />
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With the population of the town rapidly growing, the school was added on to in 1911.<br />
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You can see it under construction here.<br />
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And here is the school in 1919.<br />
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In case you are interested in specifics of the history, click on the link here.<br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_School_(Iron_River,_Michigan">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Central_School_(Iron_River,_Michigan</a>)<br />
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My FIL told me he thought there were possible plans of turning the old school<br />
into apartment units. The article found online confirms this, though I do not <br />
know if the plan is progressing. I would love to see this happen! Meanwhile,<br />
I was pleased to learn that this grand structure has been placed on the <br />
<strong>National Register of Historic</strong> <strong>Places</strong> in 2008. Good call here, folks!<br />
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Finding this building was more than just finding a building for me. It was a <br />
gentle reminder that a detour in the road - the road of life if you want to think <br />
in a broader stroke - can bring inconvenience, but also unexpected beauty.<br />
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<em>Coming: A visit to a one room school house.</em>Lindahl News 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700696893724625242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36560567.post-89723886736597126942012-07-12T17:07:00.000-05:002012-07-12T17:08:24.107-05:00ZIP Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You might ask how that "zip" project is going <br />
these days. After all, it is now the half year marker<br />
for the 2012 <span style="font-size: x-large;">Resolution Word</span><br />
in which I plan to bring zip into my life in three ways<br />
by lip-zipping, zippy surroundings and using actual zippers in my craft projects.<br />
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<strong>The results are in</strong>: there have been some <em>ups</em> and <em>downs</em> (pun intended)! I had a good four<br />
months with using zippers in <strong>January, February, March and April</strong> with the projects shown <br />
here: two dresses for Miss E with back neckline zippers - one needed repair after wearing. <br />
The zipper flower pin sits in my jewely box. The zipper-pocket-in-the-back monster is with <br />
my nephew and is hopefully still enjoyed.<br />
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<strong>May and June were busy</strong>! The zipper use was in a felted wool mitten. Only one zipper, but<br />
8 animal characters: all to go with an "activity set" based upon the book THE MITTEN by <br />
Jan Brett. Miss E fell in love with this book and the plot in which a young boy loses his white<br />
mitten made by his grandmother and the forest animals crawl inside one by one. The mitten<br />
keeps stretching until the little mouse lands on the nose of the bear, The bear sneezes and all<br />
the animals fly out of the mitten and the boy is reunited with his mitten that is now <em>much</em><br />
expanded!<br />
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Most of the animal patterns were found in the book COUNTRYSIDE SOFTIES by Amy <br />
Adams. (<em>Thanks, Patricia, for this book!)fun books!)</em><br />
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Now it is <strong>July</strong>, and I am happy to report that my long-saved 90 inch pink zipper (rescued<br />
from my girlhood sleeping bag) is repurposed into a fun catch-all bag. I simply sewed the<br />
zipper sides into a continual seam based upon an online tutorial. Voila - a bag that can <br />
accommodate craft supplies and also amuse one by unzipping and zipping practice. The<br />
unzipped zipper, before sewing, is shown as the pink heart around a place setting of our <br />
china on the dining room table, just to give you a scale as to how long the zipper is.<br />
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One challenge I am having is making these collage pictures. It's taking a lot of time to<br />
download my pictures to an online sight, create a collage and then right-click save to<br />
post. Any ideas? <br />
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Wishing YOU zip as you go about the business of summer --- stay cool!Lindahl News 2http://www.blogger.com/profile/08700696893724625242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36560567.post-34881133726912747252012-07-06T11:51:00.000-05:002012-07-06T11:51:27.433-05:00Rockin' On<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNsu4X3v59D6_cpAk-wIZmUK3elAKZBcc0JRnZEgtZ1wGtB4IXWoX3EZK3Ub3PY8t1hnM5NWRHbDf14_TdgcyWDgC7AudRhxPyJLdzGj9SymDRfwz3kftgmnvdDFyB1CQFIIi/s1600/DSCN9204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNsu4X3v59D6_cpAk-wIZmUK3elAKZBcc0JRnZEgtZ1wGtB4IXWoX3EZK3Ub3PY8t1hnM5NWRHbDf14_TdgcyWDgC7AudRhxPyJLdzGj9SymDRfwz3kftgmnvdDFyB1CQFIIi/s400/DSCN9204.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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Not wanting to give to give away the <em>exact </em>age of Wes's baby sister, let's just say she was little a <em>looooong </em>time ago! As Wes was quite a bit older, he was able to make this special rocking horse to present to her when she was just the right age for rocking in style.<br />
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Stored away as his sister grew older, the rocking horse was brought out of storage, painted and readied for own two little wranglers. Once again, this horse was much loved.<br />
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Now the much-loved horse is back in action! This time, the paint is chipped and dinged from all those years in the attic. One day Miss E was over and we had an inspiration to pull the horse out of the attic and she has been riding it ever since. <br />
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She rides it in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening. And when she has to leave the horse, she'll even say good-bye with a little kiss to the head. I'm so glad this three-generation horse is a part of our "stable!"<br />
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Is there anything <i>you </i> are saving for a future generation?<br />
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