Remembering Joan

JOAN

Joan died last Friday morning after a courageous two year battle with cancer. She was a wonderful example of living each day and enjoying it the best that you can. She came to lunch or breakfast with us even if she couldn't eat. She came to keep in touch with friends. We will miss her.

Celebrating Mary

Mary and her grand niece, Stella

The WT's had a wonderful time celebrating the upcoming marriage of Mary and Doug with a large group of friends and relatives. We enjoyed dinner at our local ski/golf lodge. While waiting for our dinners, we played two games involving words about weddings and a game called, "What's in your purse?" Points were assigned to items such as a band aid, cell phone, scissors, calculator, etc. Those who didn't bring a purse were thinking they would've won a prize with the contents of their purses at home.

After introducing all the guests, Mary told the story of how she and Doug met, (a successful blind date) and how the wedding plans were going. The big day is this Saturday at Doug's family's cabin.

Mary was happy to have her niece Sarah here from Norway with her two daughters, Stella and Maya. We wish Mary and Doug all the best!

Breakfast Guests

Tee, Mary, Larry, Michael and Elsie

This morning, we were honored to have Larry and Michael, Elsie's son, both Doctors of Music, with us for breakfast and conversation. Michael gave a wonderful performance on the new organ in the Lutheran church on Sunday morning. The congregation was excited to hear the range of music and sounds the organ was capable of, as Michael played.

Naomi, Lorraine, Irene, Laurie and Nancy

Our summer breakfast group is smaller than usual. We were enthused with our guests as much as two tables full would be. Michael and Larry live in the southeast and comparing ways of speaking was interesting.

Helen S. flew out of our town, on her way to live near her daughter. We wish her well. Helen J. is back in the Cities to be with her daughters, grandaughter and great grandaughter because the city is digging her street down to the pipes, for repair. This is the season.