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The Sound of the Wind


4:20 a.m.

As I step night-side,

I awaken and muse in her warm embrace.

I hear the sound of the wind

rushing through the trees

in Red Lake.

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A Mystery Solved


I found this picture while searching for family photos at the Minnesota Historical Society way back in ’77. (1977, not 1877)

I managed to find out where I could write to Bob Hope at the time and sent him a copy, hoping that he might have some information about it. I received this letter from him along with my returned photo.
Bob Hope Letter
Mr. Hope couldn’t provide me with any new information except to suggest it may have been taken in a studio. (I was thinking Cali-for-nii-aa) but I was pleased nonetheless to have received a personal letter back along with his autograph!

I recently signed up for a five day free trial of Newspapers.com (I needed a credit card but was told how I could easily cancel my trial before the five days were up.)
During that period, I pretty much dedicated myself to looking up as many possible Ancestor references for myself and friends who were interested. I probably looked at a thousand possible articles and was rewarded with a score or more, which I “Clipped” and then downloaded. This was one of them.
Bob Hope and Ben Littlecreek at the Nicollet Hotel
Yep, same top hat, same sport coat, same two people. BINGO!!! Mystery solved.

Part of the article reads:

“Forever a gagster, Bob Hope invaded Minneapolis Monday. He put on a two-hour stage show in Minneapolis Auditorium. Sang a duet with Mayor Eric G. Hoyer, said nasty things about Bing Crosby, and was made an honorary Indian. Most of the shenanigans took place in Nicollet Hotel, where, among other things, the ski-nosed comedian attended a dinner put on by the Theadore Peterson American Legion Post.

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In Picture below, Hope meets Chief Ben Littlecreek of the Red Lake Chippewa Indian Tribe. Hope made the Chief an honorary “Paleface”, from the movie by the same name.”

As a side note, I like Hope’s irony here. That’s the first time I’ve heard of an Indian being made an honorary Paleface!

All kidding aside, for you genealogy buffs out there, Try the Newspaper.com free Trial. It was worth it! (And, they actually made cancelling the trial easy!) All irony aside, I will pay for a subscription–which I can get for just one month if I want–should I need to research other ancestors in the future.

The Plot Thickens


Grampa Ben with unknown men

I revisited the blog post of the above picture (Grampa Ben and the Unknown Men) after viewing a newspaper  clipping I found on Newspapers.com

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With this in mind, I emailed the Reference Librarian at the Minnesota Legislative Reference Library with a link to  the picture on a previous blog post. She replied, “… I do recognize the lamp posts – this photo was taken in the Minnesota State Capitol building.”

She gave me a number of leads, one of which yielded immediate results.  (Just because it was the only active link with a picture.) Turns out, the guy on the far left is Harvey N. Paulson, who served as Sergeant-at-arms for the Minnesota House of Representatives (among other responsibilities) for 5 bienniums from 1963 to 1972.
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Harvey N. Paulson

I assume from the men wearing badges that they hold similar posts. From my research so far, I see there is also a Sergeant-at-arms for the Minnesota State Senate. And from Newspaper articles about other states, I see that there are also Assistant Sergeant-at-arms, whom I suppose the men in the back row to be. It will take a few more phone calls and probably a visit to the Minnesota Historical Society and the Minnesota State Capital, but I think I’ll be able to pin down the two bienniums Grampa Ben served there, in addition to the identities of the seven hitherto unknown men.

This investigation is fun! But what I think is most worthwhile, is the strengthening connection I feel as I discover this part of the path Grampa walked in life.

Glimpse The Wink



After a journey of but an hour,
through heat and behind slow caravans,
we arrive.

Festive pilgrims at this hallow place,
beset by hawkers of food, drink, clothes and relics.

Vendors sell celestial filters of mortality to the unwary,
lest the latter looking through mortal orbs,
are blinded by his glory.

All this to glimpse the wink of the eye of God.

Like Raindrops


At sunset,

unseen insects ripple the lake surface like raindrops.


I hear the owls in the distance,

friends who have moved on.

Valentine’s Day


two-suns

We still dance everyday.
Not the dance of ballrooms, discos, or weddings;
but of two stars orbiting each other.

Each affected
by the others well of gravity,
of solar storms, magnetic fields, and hot plasma.

Our orbits are stable but elliptic,
one pursuing the other,
one being pursued;
but which one, and when?

We red shift and blue shift
appearing cool, temperate, or warm,
depending upon point of view.

Friends, family, and acquaintances
are mere planets.

We shall continue to dance every day.
And time?
What is that to us?
We are immortal.

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