Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Wistful Wednesday: Roots Part Seven

I have just a few more things to share because they were shared so graciously by Verniel.

Concerning my Great Grandmother Margaretta :

Mike Yliniemi  Gretashalf  sister Tilda Granroos and Joe Yliniemi.

My Great Uncle Mike, Great Aunt Tilda Granroos (Margaretta’s Half sister), My Great Uncle Joe ( Mike and Joe were my Grandfathers brothers.)

My Great Grandfather Isak built a cupboard for Margaretta.

Cupboard Isak made for Greta

I will assume that this cupboard is still in existence and some part of the family has it…most likely Great Uncle Bill’s family.

There are not very many photos of Margaretta. I think she was pregnant in this photo most likely with her last child Uncle Bill.

Cupboard Isak made for Greta

Erkkilas and Grandmother Margaret

My Dad said the other day that I look just like her.  He remembers her fondly, she used to give him coins when he visited.  Sometime just a penny or two but sometimes a nickel or a dime.  That was a lot of money to a youngster.

Margaretta or Greta died in 1944.  My Dad wad 18 years old.

Margarteeas Deathj Certificate

The newspaper obituary has Yliniemi spelled wrong…something that has plagued the name all of my life.

Margarteeas Deathj Certificate

Warning: Casket Photo

Gretas funeralOn the right is Wilbert Yliniemi August Yoki and Walter Yoki Ida Salmonson is standing on the right On the left is Oscar and then Erwin a Funeral director and Mike Yliniemi Center is Faye Salmonson and Ike Yliniemi a

Three of my Dad’s brothers were pallbearers…Oscar and  Ervin on the left and Wilbert on the right.

We know from the death certificate that she died of Liver Cancer and from the obituary that she was ill for two months before her death.  She was 76 years old.

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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Pin Cushions and Pants and Tattoos

I bet you cannot tell what is on my mind?

A young man walks down the street with the crotch of his pants to his knees…with various colors of underwear showing and his hat on backwards.  I bet he doesn’t have a job.  He probably has some of those black do hickeys stretching out his ear lobes too. 

Why is it that the younger generation likes the pin cushion look?  Holes and earrings in their eyebrows, noses, navels, lips, tongues and only the good Lord knows where else.

Then the tattoos.  It used to be only men in the Navy got tattoos and they were heart shaped wreaths of flowers on their upper arms with a banner that said “Mother” or “Sweetheart”  or anchors with names.  I never dated a boy with a tattoo.  Then it became popular for anyone in the service to have a tattoo…often they were acquired after a night on the town being in a drunken stupor. 

Now everyone seems to have a tattoo…we saw a kid in line at Wally World and someone who was not very artistic hacked up the back of his leg with ink…it was rather comical. Far Guy asked me what it was…I turned my head every which way to try and decipher it…with no luck. I should have just asked “Which tattoo artist botched up your leg and what was it supposed to be?”

We saw some of these pin cushioned, tattooed, saggy pants persons tossing a baby in the air the other day…I mean way in the air…Far Guy and I both shuddered. Remember that old game called “Hot Potato” ?  Must be a new game called “Hot baby”…it was one time I did not have my camera along.  

Kids have too much money and too much time on their hands and parental units that are off in la la land IF they have them..if they live with them.

I wouldn’t want to be a parent now a days… I never had to worry about beaus with saggy pants…I would have pulled up the pants and drawers in one fell swoop and then called his Mom or Dad.  The girls each had their ears pierced when they were about 10 years old… they would be able to tell you exactly when.  If they would have come home with more piercings I would have grounded them for months…and a tattoos well those were for men and hoodlums and not for proper young ladies.

Lately I am seeing beautiful young brides that are only beautiful until you see the tattoos going up and down their arms…uffda…some of them look like they could be in an old side show called the tattooed lady..only there is no admission.

Times are a changing…but not for the better.

I do have one question…if you have one of those nose rings and it is 40 below zero and your nose starts to run..does the snot collect around the ring and then drip off when it warms up?  I bet it would hurt if someone accidently pulled one of those suckers out too.

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Monday, August 25, 2014


The Sweet Corn was ready, my cousin Todd called and tried to tell me I ordered fifty dozen… I knew he was pulling my leg.  He delivered six dozen freshly picked ears.

It took about five hours to husk, wash, cook, dispatch the kernels from the cob and mix up the mixture in which they will be frozen…they are bagged in two cups serving size freezer bags…about four of those bags will find their way into another freezer bag and then they will be stacked in the right side of the freezer all ready for winter.  We got 37 bags out of 77 cobs.

We might get another four dozen so we have plenty to share with the girls.

Right now we are tired…the kitchen was cleaned thoroughly except for the floor…if we are going to get more corn then there is no sense in doing the floor.

My new stainless steel stock pot hold lots of ears…22 to be exact but it takes forever to boil. All corn is boiled ten minutes…that is the way we like it.  Then it is plunged into ice water…Far Guy cuts it off the cob anchoring the cob to a piece of wood with a nail sticking up to hold the cob in place. High Tech!

I taste tested the sweet corn on Saturday night.  I put one ear of corn complete with husk into the microwave for three minutes and then sliced part of the cob away…and pulled the tassel and husk away from the corn…but boy was that ear hot…I had to let it cool a long time before I could eat it.  For one or two servings doing a couple of cobs in the microwave is perfect.


Field corn not to be confused with sweet corn.

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Sunday, August 24, 2014

Changing the Flags

We have been going to the changing of the flags since 2008, I first wrote about it that year.

One Man’s Dream

In 2009 I called the blog post

Bunker Hill

In 2010 my Dad helped raise the Army Flag

Vietnam Memorial on the Prairie

In 2011 my Dad lowered the Army Flag

The Flags of August

In 2012 Far Guy raised the Air Force Flag

War Memorial

In 2013  Far Guy lowered the Air Force Flag

Bunker Hill

Yesterday was the day.  The flags would be changed again.

The rifle salute

The Marine Color Guard group called Star of the North giving the rifle salute.

Far Guy and his Uncle Archie lowered the old Air Force Flag and raised the new one.  It was a cool cloudy day with rain threatening.  So what if we got wet…soldiers through the years have been wet, cold and tired what is a little rain.  I am not sweet enough to melt.

Lowering the Air Force flag


Between these two men they have over 50 years of service.

raising the Air Force flag

During the ceremony one of the Marines became ill. A couple of nurses in the crowd took care of him.  He is going to be okay.

Carsonville Fire and Rescue was on the way.

Carsonville Rescue

Bunker Hill sits up on a hill and you can see for miles.

The flags were burned this year, last year it was to windy to burn them.

Burning of the flags

Once again Trudy prepared a wonderful lunch…you name it and it was there homemade buns with turkey, ham or hot turkey, pasta salads, baked beans, cole slaw, fruit salads and desserts…every kind of cake imaginable.

We met new friends Lani and Connie from Laporte there, they are new to the area and Lani is a Vietnam Vet. Lani said the ceremony brought some old feelings to the surface…not all good ones.

Those memories of war is what built this memorial on Bunker Hill, something good that came out of bad memories of young men in a horrid war.

We should never forget.

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Saturday, August 23, 2014

Sit a Spell

How long is a spell anyway?  Half an hour or half a day? 

Red Pelargonium

Red Pelargonium

Ack red is horrible to photograph.

Red is horrid to photograph

Most of it is best left as an impressionist painting.  All photos are from Bergeson Nursery August 2014.

Twig Chair

We had company this week…Alaska Guy spent an afternoon with us. It required sitting for a spell.  Alaska Guy is doing well and will retire in February, it seems the United States won’t allow pilots to fly commercially after their 65th birthday.  He still isn’t married but he has a gal.  I knew him before I knew Far Guy…so I have known him practically forever…since I cannot remember when I didn’t know him. ( We lived near each other growing up) He loves to fly and related to us how his first flight was with his Dad and Neil Chilton with a take off in a nearby field …Neil was an Air Force Pilot with his own small plane.  Alaska Guy said “ When he banked over the lakes it felt as if I might fall out of the plane.” Any normal kid would have been scared to death…not so much Alaska Guy.

Sit a spell

Far Guy’s Uncle Archie visited one afternoon too.  He is back living at the farm full time.  He is always busy cutting wood and tending the garden during the summer and helping out his adult children.

I hope you had time this week to sit a spell and visit with some special people in your lives!

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