Well, well, well.
Now I know - don't monkey with the font size. But I have done that before without trouble.
Hang in there everyone. Help is on the way. Don't strain your eyes reading that small print.
I will be back . . . (as Winnie the Pooh says)
Monday, February 11, 2019
We must have heard this book being read to us so many times we memorized it.
Pepper decided to start a small animal hospital and collected needy animals to care
for. The sentence we quoted is, "Clear the way! Sick duck with a cold!"
More recently, after saying that I'd think, "I wonder where I could find that book?"
One day I asked Krysta to help me look it up. To start out I thought the phrase was,
"Make way, sick duck with a cold!" Typing that line brought up the book
Make Way for Ducklings by Robert McCloskey
"That's not it!" I was frustrated.
"What's the book about?" Krysta asked.
I had to put on my thinking cap. "It seems like there was a little girl that pretended
to be a nurse. She found a duck and rushed off to her house with it."
Krysta typed an abbreviated version of those memories and this image popped up.
"There it is! Oh, her name is Pepper! I forgot that part of the story!"
Maybe having this book read to me made me think I would be a nurse some day.
It never occurred to me that I could be a vet and take care of animals. (Those were
the days before James Herriot wrote All Creatures Great and Small)
Or maybe there were so many aunts in my life who were nurses that I thought I would
be one, too. Later on I found out I love to read books about nurses, but I don't want to be one.
There was Aunt Hellen, who lived in Baudette during my growing up years.
Mom stayed with her when she had pneumonia and Trenda was in the hospital with pneumonia.
There was Aunt Luella, married to Uncle Joe. Great Grandpa Jake lived at their house.
I remember many family reunions at Uncle Joe's house where the small fry traveled many miles
(in their imaginations) by "riding" around in the old cars behind the house.
Aunt Elnora lived in a little house close to Graceton Beach. Her nick name was Auntie Norn.
She wrote short essays that were published in the local newspaper. Later, those essays were
published in a book, North of Nowhere.
Aunt Lenore lived in Chicago. She and Uncle Slim would come to Minnesota to visit
Grandpa and Grandma Skrivseth. They would have all of us in stitches. So many hilarious,
deep belly laughs. This must have been a great stress reliever for everyone.
(That's what they say now anyway. Relieve stress. Laugh with your family.)
I didn't know Aunt Marge. She lived far away in California. I don't know if I ever met her.
All of these gals are my Great-Aunts, Grandpa Ben's sisters.
My dad has six sisters. Strangely enough my sisters and I didn't attach 'aunt' to their names.
They were simply Norma, Sharon, Carol, Jo Ellen, Rhoda and Leah to us. Leah is only three
years older than me and always seemed like an older sister, not an aunt.
Carol and Leah graduated from nursing school.
My brother, Hans, is a nurse.
Now I am grown up and an aunt myself. Some of my nieces and nephews are grown up and are having their own families which means - scary thought - I am a Great Aunt.
When I was little I always thought my great aunts were incredibly old.
There is probably no longer any danger that I will be a nurse some day. I would rather
read books out loud to small children. It's fun for me to recommend books to someone
who says, "I can't find anything to read."
Maybe I should volunteer at the library some day.
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Dear Friends and Family, It has been a long time since I've written. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered there is a blog that should be updated. December flew by with wings as we prepared for Christmas and a family reunion. It just gets more and more complex with varied work schedules, vacation days and all the joys of winter travel.
Jeremy and Elizabeth Harshbarger
Evan and Chelsea Harshbarger
Krysta and Deanne Harshbarger
Jorgan and Zoey Harshbarger
Allen Nolt and Krysta Harshbarger
Deanne traveled by train from western MT. Allen and Krysta picked her up at the train station Christmas Eve morning. They had a leisurely trip home with some sight seeing thrown in (the capital building in St. Paul) and a stop at Chick-fil-A for sustenance. The train ride was 24+ hours so Dea was a bit hungry.
They were giving me time to get the table cleaned off. It has a habit of being perpetually full of stuff and very messy! This is the picture I sent Dea to admire. She said, "Wow! So we can come home now?" Then I sent her the next photo in the line-up.
All that stuff had to go somewhere ... and it was time to wash dishes.
I texted, "I want my mommy!"
She texted back, "I want my mommy, too."
I think we were quoting Odyssey.
Or maybe Ree Drummond.
We had a wonderful time.
It was way too short.
The week went way too fast!
I hope you all had a Merry Christmas!
Best wishes for a Happy New Year from our family to yours!
Love, Ellis and Dawn Harshbarger