Grand River RoundUp

We had some great weather this week. The temperatures were above freezing all week with a high of 57 degrees on Monday and Tuesday. The weatherman said there was a 40 percent chance of rain on Tuesday but I doubt that we got a grand total of 40 rain drops in that tiny sprinkle that didn’t even register in the gauge. I’m washing clothes as I write this on Monday and the wind is blowing so hard it’s tough to keep them on the clothesline, but with the temperature at 56 degrees they’re drying really fast.
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I had car trouble so I wasn’t able to attend Buck Thybo’s funeral at the Little Dane church at St. Onge on Tuesday. We lost some other old friends this week. Norma Jean (Clark) Vrondran, 60, died Tuesday in Sioux Falls. Her funeral was Saturday in Sioux Falls and there will be a memorial service for her at the Buffalo Rec Center this Tuesday.
Harding County lost a wonderful teacher this week. Carol Odell, 61, passed away Wednesday following a long, courageous battle with cancer. Carol’s funeral will be Saturday, Nov. 25 at 10:00 in the new Harding County school gym and she will be buried in the Capitol Cemetery.
Our sympathy goes out to all these families.
These guys spent several days this week baling corn stalks on a corn field just across the road from the old August Winyall place northeast of here. With the hay they bought to add to the hay they put up and some beet pulp they’re trying out, we hope to have enough feed on hand to keep the cows fed all winter. Hopefully it won’t be long with a lot of snow.
Wednesday was the only chilly day this week with the temperature only rising to 34 degrees. Instead of building a fire in the wood stove, I kept the house warm by rendering 20 pounds of hog fat into lard to use for pies and pastries. Patsy Wilkinson had given us a bunch of apples, so I used the last little bit of lard from last year to make an apple pie while the oven was on. It sure made the house smell good and warmed it up really nice.
There was a bit of excitement here Wednesday evening. Just after dark one of our bred heifers decided to break out of the fence and take a trip across the highway just as a semi hauling feed was coming south down the highway by our mailbox. The semi hit the black cow so hard that she flew 50 feet ahead of the truck. The driver couldn’t get the loaded truck stopped in time and ran over her again! A cement truck was right behind the other semi and it also ran over the very dead cow. Casey took the tractor over to clean the mess off the highway and he said there wasn’t anything left of the cow but a hide and mush. The bright side is that she won’t be crawling fence again.
We got the last of the bacon out of the smoker and cut up Thursday evening. I took Doll’s bacon up to the Hackamore and had coffee with Janet Friday morning. There were several guys hunting deer at the Hackamore this week. I didn’t see any deer on the long drive up there, but there were two large herds of antelope on both sides of the Skull Creek dam.
Saturday noon, Reub and I went to Hettinger for Russ Beld’s 65th birthday party at the “Senior Center” – go figure! Russell’s siblings hosted the party and a lot of family and friends came to help the old guy celebrate. Dennis Nash had knee surgery in the Hills on Thursday and Roger and Judy Nash brought him home Friday. The last we heard, Dennis is doing pretty well, but he stayed home with his leg elevated so he missed Russell’s party on Saturday.
Linda Mohagen wasn’t in church Sunday morning because she and Patsy Wilkinson went up to North Dakota so Linda could put on a puppet show that day. Lester and Sharon Longwood hosted a very enjoyable Bible study at their house Sunday evening.
This Thursday is Thanksgiving and we have so much to be thankful for in this country. It’s easy to focus on everything that’s wrong in the world, but we should be thankful for all the blessings we have. Hope you have a very happy Thanksgiving!
I’ll leave you with this blonde Thanksgiving joke Deb Kahl sent me several years ago:
One year at Thanksgiving, my mom went to my sister’s house for the traditional feast. Knowing how gullible my sister is, my mom decided to play a trick. She told my sister that she needed something from the store.
When my sister left, my mom took the turkey out of the oven, removed the stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen, and inserted it into the turkey, and re-stuffed the turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back in the oven.
When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something, she reached in and pulled out the little bird. With a look of total shock on her face, my mother exclaimed, “Patricia, you’ve cooked a pregnant bird!”
At the reality of this horrifying news, my sister started to cry.
It took the family two hours to convince her that turkeys lay eggs!
Yep, you guessed it – she’s blonde!

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