Sarah Heinonen and baby Adalie, Lynette Johnson with Sarah's Hannah
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
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Sunday, February 21, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
nuclear energy fission fussion and lots of good stuff
professor daavettila expounded on the pros and cons and ins and outs of radioactivity pertaining to nuclear reactors and domestic power production. it was a good refresher course after being out of the loop for so many years. the professor dumbed his presentation down a bit so as not to loose some of the audience because everyone present didn't have the prerequisites necessary to the task at hand. i showed the handout to ellen and she said "ha ha". i think she meant that she was glad she was not asked to attend.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Here is a bunch of teeny-boppers in the 1950's
Lana torola heinonen, marilyn raudio langley, marianne sturos peterson,
jeanette newman kangas, carol aho johnson, kathleen sturos keplinger,
ellen torola ylitalo, dorothy rantanen poyhonen, and in the front
row, judy torola haataja, and ellen kangas torola
goegebic camping
Gogebic camping for 2010 will be the weekend August 6 (Friday) thru August 8 (Sunday).
Thursday, February 11, 2010
from prune wickstrom
Pete,
Just between you and me, looking at those pictures of Ullen in California, when it comes to teeth, he just can’t win. He was almost better off with that peg than with that mouthful of Roebucks he’s got now.
What ever happened to Brynolf Heikkinen? I still remember him looking straight ahead walking down Pewabic Street. He was kind of a lonely lad as I recall.
A few more thoughts for public consumption:
Partridge hunting was real good, the fall of ’53. I remember a hunt on a bush road off the Lake Linden-Gay road. You, I, Arnie Peterson and someone else, maybe it was Jimmy Makela each got a bird on that hunt and flushed up a lot more. One or two birds a season was good hunting.
Talking about Jim Makela: Jim, Lloydie Randell and I were out in the Peltoniemi’s cow pasture plinking with our twenty-twos when a big hawk flew over. Jim let fly. “Those hawks are really tough birds. I could hear my bullets hitting him,” he said. It was true. It flew away as though nothing had happened. The bullets must have bounced off.
I had no luck as a trapper. Tried for muskrats at the slop ditch near the Laurium Dump with Kenny Laplander. Got nothing but a lousy rat. Which reminds me of a couple more nicknames. My dad told me earlier that Shadow was coming over for a visit with the original list I sent.
Richard “Gitchie” Granroth
Paul “Balsa” or “Salt” Marjamma.
“Bullet” Goulette
“Gitchie Kilapala and Sally Karvakko were united in holy matrimony by the Reverend Eino Tukkanen of Jacobsville. The couple will reside at the Laurium Dump where the groom is employed.”
Remember that one from the strawberry farm in Jacobsville? I wasn’t there but you told me about the Reverend Tukkanen, which I’ll never forget.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
plowing with dodo our mare horse
when i was a little boy probably about 13 years old we had a family farming operation. a few cows and chickens in the backyard on pewabic st and a spud field on the next lot next to our yard. one june day dad began to plow the spud field to get it ready for planting. after we harnessed dodo we began, vaari and i, to plow the field. dad hoisted me on dodo's back. i sat on a bran sack on dodo's back. my job was to steer dodo and turn her around at the end of the field to start the next furrow. when we were about half done it happened that dodo stopped half way up the field. vaari tried to coax dodo to continue pulling but she just wouldn't move. he then used more forceful measures and struck dodo on the rump with a rein. the horse lunged forward and the result was a broken harness strap which attached to the whipple tree. so vaari disconnected the harness strap and brought it to herraniemi who was a shoemaker to repair the harness. i sat on the horse waiting for vaari's return as herraniemi lived only 4 houses up the street. when vaari came with the repaired harness strap and reinstalled same we proceeded to finish our plowing. but the horse would not move. again vaari used forceful persuasion and guess what? the strap broke again. then vaari with the aid of a shovel dug to the front edge of the plow and low and behold, a big rock, unmoveable. vaari was kind of taken aback with his lack of foresight. but it was a good lesson for us to understand that horses have good "horse sense".
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Rosie's prize winning story for the Michigan Outdoor Magazine. She is now a national finalist
A GOOD TIME AT LAKE SUPERIOR
Pshhhhhh, pshhhhh, the water washed along the sand, and wiped away the footprints we’d left behind. The sun sparkled and danced on the gently pulsing water, making it look like the lake was shining, as my friend Claire and I walked down the sandy shores of Lake Superior one bright summer day.
Does it sound fun to you? If so, come along with us so you can enjoy the natural beauty of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula too. Leave behind your socks, shoes and jacket- you won’t need them. Roll up your pants, because here we go!
So here we are, walking down the sandy shoreline. Whooooit, whoooit, whooooit, the sand is “singing” as we drag our feet.
Now we are at a thin, shallow medium paced river. Look at the shiny pebbles that dot its bottom. It comes from that small pond with slimy green algae on its rocks. Water from that other, faster river empties into the pond, from which this river flows. See! This river empties into the lake. Jump over it! Weeeeeee!
As we walk, watch out for beach-grass, its pokey…ouch! There is the reef; it’s almost totally submerged in the water. See the sandpipers hopping around? They’re funny, hey? The seagulls just sit on the end and squawk- Awwwwwk, Awwwwwk.
See this rocky outcrop? We’ve dubbed it alligator rock because it kind of looks like an alligator-only partway in the water. These crumbly rocks with ledges on top of one another are what we call potato chip rocks. Hear the crunch and crackle as we walk over them? Come wade in the cool water with me and look for pretty rocks or, if you’d rather not get your feet wet, we can play Don’t Touch the Water. It’s a simple game, all you have to do is run right next to the water and when a wave comes run up the beach so you don’t get wet.
These massive black boulders in a pile are what we call the first black rocks, because they are the first pile of them. First, but not only. There are about six piles of them. Crackle, crackle-more potato chip rocks. Wow! Look at these awesome designs in the sandstone! The colors are swirled together and splotched inside each other. These big chunks will be good for skipping. Don’t know how? Watch what I do; hold the rock so it’s flat, and then throw it so it spins but stays flat. You’ve got it! Good job!
Whoa! The wind’s speeding up! Hurry to the second black rocks, but be careful, the waves splashing on them makes them slippery. Sit on this rock, and something will happen. Look at that huge wave! Ha ha! I tricked you! The wave splashed you, now you’re all wet! Let Claire and I have a turn. EEEEEEEEEK! The water’s cold! Let’s keep going. Hopping from rock to rock like this makes me feel like a mountain goat, how about you?
Ohhhhh, now you have to be careful, because right here the rock edge broke off, so you can either walk through the woods, or you can brace your feet on the rock part in the water, and move your hands along this narrow ledge. A third option is walk on the narrow ledge itself. I’ll take the third way, so will Claire. How about you? This rock ledge is really unstable, so be careful. Now you need to wade through the water-brrrrrrrr, it’s pretty cold. I guess you could walk through the woods, but that’s scratchy.
Ouch! Walking on this rock sandbar is hurts my feet because it’s so hot, does it hurt yours? It is pretty cool though. Look at all these bugs crawling around! They’re gross but kind of interesting-in a way.
I really enjoy walking down here…….its so peaceful and quiet. And pretty.
It’s getting late and I’m starved and hot so let’s run back to camp so we can eat and swim, okay? Good.
It’s been a fun walk….. don’t you think?
Rosemary Torola
Calumet
DATE \@ "M/d/yyyy" 11/9/2009
Grade 6
Thursday, February 4, 2010
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