Wednesday, March 23, 2005

March 23, 2005 - Wednesday

03/23/05 WEDNESDAY
The current temperature is 34 degrees under a cloudy sky. A south wind
at 10 MPH makes it feel like 26 degrees on bare skin.
Yesterdays H/L temperature was 38/28
Normal H/L temp for this date is 38/20
Make today, the tomorrow you've been putting things off to.
"Profanity makes ignorance audible."
L O C A L news & stuff
Judging by yesterdays hike in gas prices the worlds Sand Ranchers must
be planning on buying another herd of Camels. The cost of a gallon went
up a nickel, to $ 2.15.
Kim sent the following reminder of a wonderful event coming to the
Grafton Federated Church. She wrote;
Hi Gary. This Thursday evening at 7:00 p.m. the Federated Church
will again be doing a reenactment of the Last Supper. It was
performed last year, also on Maundy Thursday, and was very moving.
Please pass this information on to your readers. Thanks, Kim T.<<<
Thank you Kim. It sounds like an event that could be enjoyed by
According to BettyLou, the 1966 storm also went through Auburn. She
>>> Hi I remember the blizzard so well. We were living in Auburn
Scott was 4 yrs old and Brett was 4 months old. Payday was on Friday
so of course the cupboards and fridge were pretty bare as we did not
have a lot of money then. So we ran out of food Roger walked to his
mothers house next door and at times I could not see him when he was
walking there. Grandma Davis always had a lot of food in her
The electricity was out so we heated the bottle for Brett on a propane
heater that we had in our back entry. I had to melt snow for
water. Our car was buried, Roger walked on top of the snow banks with
a pole poking in the snow until we found it and then shovelled for
days. I remember Norris Sando drove through Auburn that Sunday with
the fuel oil truck for those who needed fuel oil. Wally's opened their
store so people could buy groceries.
After living in the country for so many years and witnessing so many
storms I always have tons of food in the cupboards and freezer. It is
something I will never forget. And now I live one block from a grocery
store... Ha...
Happy Easter to you and Pat...BettyLou<<
Thanks BettyLou, for caring and sharing. Memories are always more
valuable, when they can be shared with others.
Glenn Paulson returned from a short holiday out west and has agreed to
share the following. >>> Hi Gary...
I'm getting caught up reading the Gazette after being gone for 3
weeks. March 7th mentions Donna O'Connell and her dad Herman.
Being she is younger then me Donna may not remember me. However
her sister Kathleen was a classmate and good neighbor friend on Kittson
Ave. She was even a faithful pen pal when I served in the navy during
Their dad Herman was a great guy. When I was in the 4th grade
he was still playing baseball. I can still see him carrying his
baseball gear to the ball diamond after work for a game or practice.
In 1943 when I was a senior in high school I had learned morse
telegraphy at the local Western Union office in the Basell Hotel. I
was also a student Agent-Telegrapher at the Northern Pacific railroad
depot. Herman O'Connell was the yard clerk there along with Harry
Johnson the agent and Walt Goodyear the telegrapher. One Saturday
shortly after I had begun this apprentice training Herman asked me to
check with Pembina to see if Passenger Train #14 had left there. I
went to the morse telegraph wire and called Pembina, who answered my
request with only two letters "OT" What did he say, Herman asked. I
told him that the train was OUT of Pembina. In a gruff but friendly
voice Herman then said, I want to know what time he got out of there. I
replied, I don't know, the telegrapher only said OT. Herman then burst
out laughing and said, Your a hellava telegrapher. OT doesn't mean out,
it means that he is ON TIME.
I felt rather foolish, but that was one of the many things I
learned from those 3 old boys at the NP depot. I was always
appreciative to these 3 friendly guys who helped me prepare for a
railroad career of 41 years (including 10 months with another good guy
at Warroad, MN, Bob Eisenrich who now lives in Grafton.
Glenn Paulson<<important part of our past.
To get the full value of a joy, you must have someone to divide it
The Gazette is all about sharing and caring. Maybe not always in the
best possible way, but always in "our" way.
I received the following "message" from our grand daughter Andrea
Hartje yesterday that gives me reason to pause, and once again thank the
Lord for my wonderful family and friends.
Her thoughts serve to remind me to become more aware of the world
around me. Andrea wrote; >>> Oh man! I wrote a big, long message in
response to today's Gazette! It must have got lost in the mail or
something..go figure! I'll try to rewrite the main idea but it may not
be as good as before!
I wanted to take the time to respond to the shootings that
occurred on the Red Lake Reservation yesterday afternoon. When I got
the news of what had happened, it shocked me to say the least. Coming
from such a small, secure community you never think that something as
tragic as this could happen. I know that each day when I'd get up to get
ready for school the last thing on my mind was that I may get shot and
killed while sitting in english class. That was probably the last thing
on the minds of those nine innocent students, teachers, and grandparents
as they woke up that morning. As a future teacher, this really made me
sit back and evaluate what I want to do with the rest of my life. Am I
willing to devote my life to teach children with the potential of being
killed? I most certainly am more than willing, as long as I died doing
what I loved. As you probably know, I had shaky start when beginning
junior high but it was because of teachers like Mrs. Sevigny and Mr.
Buchholtz that I made it through. The encouragement and help they
provided me with helped me survive and in a sense grow up and realize
how important a good, solid education was to my future. Then came high
school and teachers like Mrs. Paulson, Mr. Bradshaw, and John Aasand
helped me to further realize that I too could make a difference. They
inspired me to graduate and go on to college in pursuit of a teaching
degree. When I finally graduate and am able to take over my own
classroom, I can only hope that I will be able to help students put
meaning into their lives. Without these teachers, who are there to
educate as well as protect, this country would have no future. Every
teacher, no matter how good or how bad, has helped in part to shape me
into the person I am today. It is because of that I am truely thankful.
I think about that boy who entered into that school yesterday
morning and took nine innocent lives before taking his own. Did he
fail society, or did society fail him? Maybe he has never had a teacher
or adult in his life that inspired him to do something great with his
life. I just wish I would have had the opportunity to realize and tell
these teachers how important they were/are to me. Its a bit sad to me to
think that it takes an episode such as this to fully realize why you are
who you are.
I want you to know that I consider you one of the most influential
teachers I have EVER had in my life! You have taught me so many valuable
things, especially how important having character and class is. The
unconditional love you have shown me my entire life can and will never
be replaced. I am thankful for everything you have ever done for me and
am so glad that you are a part of my life!
This isn't quite what the last one said but you get the same message! I
am so passionate about these kinds of things and dont often get the
oppurtunity to voice my opinions.
I love you very, very much!!

Thank you Andrea, for caring and sharing. Thank you for
allowing us the priviledge of understanding you and your world a little
better than before.

I was informed yesterday of the passing of Harold Kamrowsk. At this
point, I have no additional information.
"Sharing is the best way to show you really care."

Write if you can, call if you can't, and, tell your loved ones they are,
before it's too late.