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Sun
06
Feb

Slice of life

A few years ago, I worried about my young children’s eating habits, as many new parents tend to do. Now that I’ve got a few years of parenting under my belt, I have a broader perspective on the eating issue. What I’ve discovered is that there are many things to worry about as a parent concerning children. Eating needn’t be one of them. <BR><BR>My first born was raised on a strict organic diet until he was almost two years old. Refined sugar didn’t pass through his lips, nor did an artificial flavor or color. His first birthday cake was sweetened with apple juice and made with whole wheat flour. I was such a neurotic first-time mom that I kept a food journal to ensure that he ate the proper nutrients daily. <BR><BR>He was the child I insisted finish his meal before being excused from the table. He was the child who was TOLD what he liked (You like peas, remember?) and what he disliked (That is colored sugar water in wax.

Sun
30
Jan

Baby Boomer echoes

Winter Wear<BR><BR>Anyone raised up here will never forget winter dressing or should I say, dressing for winter.<BR><BR>Boomer kids didn’t grow up with Mylar, Polar Fleece, Thinsulate or Gortex to keep out the cold.<BR><BR>Our cold weather duds came in cotton, heavy weight cotton, corduroy, wool, leather and rubber.<BR><BR>Everyone knows dressing in layers is most practical during the winter season and today that’s not so bad as the layers are lightweight and less bulky. But back then, layering meant lots of clothes, adding weight and bulk to even the slimmest of body frames.<BR><BR>Long underwear was the framework. They didn’t come in fancy colors or flowery designs.

Mon
24
Jan

From The Desk of the Old Timer

The Wimp Factor<BR><BR>Amazing how a cold snap hits after several warm winter weeks and some folks get thrown into a panic. Then, after a few days of subzero temperature, nobody pays much attention.<BR><BR>Friday, Jan. 14, the school was closed. A lot of us could not remember when the Ely school was closed except for holidays. Other schools close. The ones farther south close first, like around Duluth, Proctor and Superior. <BR><BR>You can understand the Duluth School system. By closing Friday and with Martin Luther King Day on Monday, the schools got a four-day weekend. But up here? They don’t usually close the schools on account of weather or even for St. Urho’s Day. Who’s St. Urho? Anybody not familiar with him must be a newcomer.<BR><BR>Anyone who wishes to go back and check on past weather, Global Warming notwithstanding, will find that Ely has experienced weeks at a time when the temperature didn’t get warmer than 20 below zero.

Mon
17
Jan

Slice of life - Dyeing for change

At times, the step I’m taking seems minute, even irrelevant. Other times it looms large and frightening. I’ve decided to stop coloring my hair. <BR><BR>I’ve made this decision against the advice of nearly everyone I know. “You’ll become invisible,” one woman warned me. <BR><BR>“You’ll look older than a grandma!” my kids said (which is probably true because all of their grandmas color their hair). <BR><BR>Even my own mother, whom I usually have to beg for advice, was quick to say, “Honey, DON’T do it,” with more emphasis in her response than I would have received if I had told her I’m leaving my husband and kids to run off to Spain with a 26-year-old matador. <BR><BR>Nonetheless, I’m doing it. <BR><BR>We all know our culture values youthfulness. At least that’s what we hear. But if nothing else, turning 40 last summer has made me realize -finally - that I yam what I yam. And what I yam is grey on top.

Sun
09
Jan

Slice of life

A couple in Florida made national news a few weeks ago when they went on strike to protest their children’s unwillingness to do their chores. The parents refused to cook, clean or drive for their children until the two kids, ages 17 and 12, “shaped up.”<BR><BR>Parents’ striking to protest lazy children is nothing new. Unfortunately, such efforts are usually not effective. <BR><BR>For one thing, a strike involves workers withdrawing their labor to place pressure on their employer to meet their demands. We can infer, then, that parents who strike = workers; kids = employer. From the start, parents who strike put themselves in a precarious position. <BR><BR>Also, the Florida parents may have underestimated their children’s ability to hold out. I’m always impressed by how strong the will of children can be, regardless of their ages or sizes.

Sun
02
Jan

Slice of life

I’m thankful for the wood burner tonight. I’m up late, which is rare for me. But I need to sit by the fire tonight. The rocking chair is upside down, used earlier in the day as an entrance to a blanket fort. I turn the chair upright and drag it near the fire. I grab the poker and disrupt the log on top to encourage flame. And I rock. <BR><BR>The tragedy occurring on the other side of the world is beyond comprehension. Daily the death toll climbs. I try to calculate all the people I ever came in contact with over the course of my life - friends, relatives, acquaintances, the lady behind the counter at the custard shop, the substitute teachers I had in fourth grade, the man who cashed my first paycheck, and such. I estimate that number to be a few thousand. Then I realize that fifteen - more likely twenty - times that number lost their lives in the span of a day. My mind reels. I add two more logs to the fire.

Sun
26
Dec

Words from a burning heart

I wonder if I’ve told some of you this story before, but indulge me if I have. I was talking about the wonderful snow we’ve had with some of my friends and I remembered how when I was a kid my Grandma took us across the road to the woods to sled. There was a large hill and a clearing in front of these woods and we had just gotten a large, deep and wet snowfall.<BR><BR>We tried in vain to get our sleds moving down the big hill (a thrill we’d been anticipating for a long time) and could only manage to move a couple of yards. We were all bundled up against the cold in snow pants and layers of coats and our mittens and boots were beginning to let snow in past their tops. It had been a long climb up the hill and disappointment, like the cold, was beginning to set in.<BR><BR>Without a word my Grandma (in her late 60s) lay down and began to roll down the hill. Over and over she rolled, plowing a firm base about five feet five inches wide all the way down.

Mon
20
Dec

Baby Boomer echoes

“ A Bustling Corner,” Part 2<BR><BR>Everyone living in Ely, or remembering the years you were around this neck of the woods, will certainly recall the northwest wind whipping across 3rd Avenue East and Sheridan Street. It’s got to be one of the coldest and nastiest places to inhabit during the throes of winter weather. <BR><BR>Ask anyone shopping or working at the old Zup’s store. Remember the iced-up front windows and doors? Even the automatic door openers gave out.<BR><BR>Constant swinging doors gave way to a gusty, icy cold, way below zero breezes, lowering the temp within and cashiers donning the old blue uniform dress knew how cold, cold really was. <BR><BR>The old time Zup’s cashiers wore the faithful uniform topped with a cardigan sweater, encased their bodies in snuggies (short length women’s long johns), nylons, socks and boots.

Mon
13
Dec

Slice of life

My to-do list has changed over the past few days. Now, at the top are the words “Plan for Emergencies.” <BR><BR>My car broke down recently. I was over 40 miles from home, it was 9 degrees outside and I was ill prepared for being stranded. I was dressed in thin polyester/nylon pants and wearing nylon stockings and black dress shoes that exposed the tops of my feet. Fortunately, I did have on a warm coat, hat and gloves.<BR><BR>It took over three hours from break-down to rescue. I had a lot of time to think about how I could be better prepared for vehicle emergencies in the future and also to contemplate how serious (and uncomfortable - my toes are still cold!) a vehicle break-down in the winter can be.

Mon
06
Dec

Slice of life - The morning person

To quote (out of context) writer Virginia Woolf, a woman must have a room of her own. Like many people, I’ve never had that luxury. I shared a room with siblings while I was growing up and with roommates - and later a husband - in early adulthood. Although I’ve never had a place or space of my own, I’ve always had a time of my own. My time is early morning.<BR><BR>The advantage of being an early morning riser is that many people are not. Most early morning risers would like to keep it that way. Early morning is time for one’s own self, time to reflect on the day’s potential, time to take pleasure in quiet and solitude. <BR><BR>As best I can tell, the ability to rise in the early morning is genetic. Either you’re born to wake up before the sun or you’re not. Many mothers can attest to this. “He’s always gotten up early,” some will say.

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