Panthers wrap up conference title

By DALE KUGATH

Sportswriter

Even four games in five days couldn’t slow down the New Richland-Hartland-Ellendale-Geneva girls’ basketball team. 

The Panthers stretched their winning streak to 20 games by demolishing Gopher Conference foes Medford and Randolph, and blasting non-conference opponents Blue Earth and Goodhue, to add four more wins to their outstanding season. NRHEG is 12-0 in the conference, and has wrapped up its fifth consecutive conference championship. The Panthers are 22-1 and ranked second in Class AA.

Medford

NEW RICHLAND – The Panthers piled up the points for the second time this season against Medford, routing the Tigers 87-37 in New Richland Feb. 5. NRHEG won the first meeting 79-17. 

By DALE KUGATH

Sportswriter

The streak has ended. The New Richland-Hartland-Ellendale-Geneva boys’ basketball team snapped its losing streak of seven games by defeating Randolph for the second time this season.

Earlier in the week, NRHEG fell on the road to the Medford Tigers. 

NRHEG is in seventh place in the Gopher Conference with a 3-8 record and climbed to 5-15 overall. 

Medford

MEDFORD – A hot shooting Medford squad jumped in front early and forced NRHEG to play catch-up basketball the entire game. It didn’t work as the Panthers were soundly thumped by the Tigers in Medford Feb. 5, 69-45. 

It could be said that lack of space often leaves much to be desired. Doing the Valentine’s story about John and Lucille Nechanicky, there was much to be considered.

My favorite book to date is not a novel by any means. It is a scrapbook given to the Nechanickys on their 50th anniversary with many authors who told stories of their everlasting love for each other, their families, their love for others and for living.

I could never say in the same way what members of their family and friends said in quotes so I will include just some of the things said about them and of John’s stories that always had a beginning, were enjoyable and more than likely had a moral behind them. John and Lucille worked hard, but always had time to enjoy life.

On to the stories:

"I remember coming into the garage one day and Mom was complaining about how the lawn mower's carburetor wasn't fixed correctly. (Well, honestly, Mom was complaining about how dad didn't fix it correctly.) I never thought less of dad for trying and not succeeding; instead, the valuable messages I learned were: 1. Women are just as capable of doing any job as a man. 2. Don't spend your life sitting around waiting for things you want done, just go do it, and 3. There are very few things in the world you may be able to do once you believe in yourself. If we needed something painted, wallpapered, sewed, fixed, or made, Mom did it. Dad, you taught me that there are always two sides to every story and to be respectful of all cultures and races. You are a person of integrity," Susan.

"My dad has a great sense of humor, and I am sure that he caused our Dear Father in Heaven to chuckle a time or two. Dad could always tell a good story and always from the beginning. He is a man of many talents," Marcie.

"Dad comforting Mom when Uncle Joe died, seeing that her tears were his. Dad bringing home a homeless person and mom taking care of him for the next month. Dad always telling us what a good woman mom was, and that we'd never find a man as good to us as he was to her. He was right on both counts!" Teresa.

"John was painting some out buildings on the farm and offered to hire me. John, Lucille and I had been painting quite a while and soon it was time to break for lunch. Everything was so good and John L. wanted to savor the moment, so he came up with a good idea. ‘Joe, you and I are going to go outside under the shade tree over there and we are going to have a race.’ Then John said, ‘Now, you are going to lay down here, close our eyes and not say a word. The first one that falls asleep is the winner,’" Joe.

"Lucille prepared the best homemade soup I ever had," John Misgen.

"The best gift life can give is meeting folks like you," Deannie Berg.

"You were always there and that meant so much," Cheryl.

"I remember when John sold his merry Oldsmobile so he could court Lucille," Allen Burshem.

"The first memory, and probably the first meeting we had of John, was the first day of school in 1st grade. I was sitting in a desk, frightened and alone, when a little boy came up to me, took me by the hand, and led me to the pencil sharpener and taught me how to use it. That was the start of a friendship that lasts to this day. Thanks Johnny!" Otto.

"My own children have benefited with my John and Lucille background. A little tough love here and there didn't hurt," Pat.

"We went to church eight miles in a sled in zero weather, and went to school the same way, for four months. Nowadays, every kid has to have a car to go to school," Louis.

"When the big depression struck it really took about 10 years before they leveled off," Louis.

"Your years sparkle with a wonderful example for all the world," Marie.

"I remember you both as always looking at the light side of life, always cheerful, and always spreading happiness with your kindness and generosity.”

“I remember when you offered to help my mother ‘teach’ me not to dawdle while walking home from school by pretending to be a bum following me. I was 5 1/2 years old," Rita.

"I remember working with John; John at John’s, John at Kraudie's, John at Elmer's, John at Kaplan's, at Grandma's, at Dad's, at auctions, at Frank's, at church..." David Couglin.

"I have never met such kind, caring people. No matter what went on they were always there to help out.”

"I remember once having 18 or 19 children there. Joe Matacheck was there and he asked if all those kids were mine. You told him, ‘Yes, I think 2 or 3 are gone for the day,’" Ernie.

"One story that particularly stands out went something like this: there was a fellow who liked to use what he thought were big, important words. One day he put up a ‘No Trespassing’ sign. He didn't think that that was quite enough of a warning to any wayward stranger who might ignore the message so he added ‘Strictly Orders’ on the bottom of the sign. This story makes me chuckle especially when I tell my kids to stay out of the mud or stay in the yard," Jackie.

"I will always remember the school lunches when you served raisin pie. Your raisin pie was delicious and always something I looked forward to," Mark.

"Uncle John and Aunt Lucille always treated me like a person. They made me feel that I must be special. As you can tell, my home life was not all that nurturing. Too many couples forget about a stable family life. Thank you," Scott.

"I will always be thankful for John helping out with the farm work after my dad passed away in 1970. He finished the morning milking, did the chores and helped with the crops. He also had wisdom and advice to give on working with people and growing up. He really helped our family out in a time of need," John.

These comments and endorsements are indications of who John and Lucille are!

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Birthdays and Anniversaries:

• Thursday, February 14th: Happy Valentines Day! Angie Entwisle, Elsie Vander Stoep, Michelle Peterson, Matthew Reiter, Angela Westrum Lair, Bob & Mary Macko, Gene & Linda Pederson.

• Friday, February 15th: Kloe Renee Wacek, Nancy Cornelius, Patty Kunkel, Eric Olson, Adam Warnke, Ron Jensen, Michelle Hanson, Angie O'Byrne, Elina Butler.

• Saturday, February 16th: Delores Hemingway, Marian Horan, Jesse Lund, Wayne Jensen, David Peterson, Sara Miller, Sarah Nelson, Ian Oolman, Tanya Callahan, LeAnn Hanson, Donald & Dory Hunt.

• Sunday, February 17th: Toni Wayne Smith, Nancy Johnson Erickson, Thomas Farr, Keith Wayne, Dave Von Gorkom, Dawn Pence Gross, Brian Dobberstein, Joan Richards, Joan Kaphers, Michelle Cortinas, Carolyn LaFave, Shannon Weckwerth Pacholl, Alvin & Cheryl Cooper.

• Monday, February 18th: Kris Munson McDonald, Janice Waage, Zola Wayne, Jamie Kunkel Riley, Brad & Rachel Lerum.

• Tuesday, February 19th: Abraham Peterson, Allison Schmidt, Eleanor Schember, Maklela Larkin, Deedee Hunt, Jason Jensen, Teri Ravenhorst, Marjorie Solberg.

• Wednesday, February 20th: Hadley Routh, Derek Flesche, Amy Shaunce, David Swearingen, Joyce Lageson Hoddick, LuAnn Sommer Granholdt, David & LeAnn Hanson, Jim & Nancy Cornelius.

Sending you heartfelt wishes for a wonderful birthday!

Our family has always been appreciative of the natural beauty of the area of Northern Itasca County. A couple of years ago, while my oldest son Brian and I were at the cabin for what has become our annual October trip, he showed me a little road that he and the family had discovered that summer. 

It wound through the Chippewa National Forest and along the way, there was a lake with a foot trail that the public can use to access the lake. It is a beautiful drive through an area that any true lover of the outdoors can really appreciate. If you take that drive in the fall when the leaves are changing colors, it is an even more rewarding experience.

Whenever I am up at the cabin, I always manage to take a little time to check out a few public accesses of lakes that I have not fished before. This past fall, Brian and I discovered one such lake where I found myself not only marveling at the beauty of the lake, but also wondering why I had not fished this lake before. 

I had heard about this lake before, but now that I have seen it for myself, it will definitely be added to my list of lakes that I have fished. From time to time, I will be asked by someone if I have ever fished in Canada and my answer is always the same: I still haven’t fished all of the 10,000 lakes that we have in Minnesota.

As I was browsing the DNR website the other day, I came across an article that should be of interest to anyone that truly appreciates the outdoors. It was especially appealing to me because about a year ago I had received a letter from the DNR concerning some land in the area where we have our cabin. They (DNR) were surveying landowners in our area about our thoughts on opening to the public a couple of parcels of land on nearby lakes. I replied to them that I was all for it because I feel that any time you can give the public access to the natural habitat of the area, it is a good thing. One of the lakes in the following news release is located about a mile from our cabin and it is one of two that I was asked about.

Landowner’s gift results in 2 new scientific and natural areas in Itasca County

A landowner’s gift of two parcels of property will result in two new scientific and natural areas (SNA) in northern Itasca County, the Minnesota Department of Natural Resources (DNR) said.

The Little Too Much Lake SNA is about 58 acres and contains two types of mesic hardwood forest; aspen-birch-red maple and sugar maple-basswood. A few patches of red and white pine on this new SNA include trees more than 250 years old. The site also protects about 2,600 feet of natural lakeshore on the north side of Little Too Much Lake.

The 84-acre Potato Lake SNA contains old red pine and white pine woodland, along with other high-quality forest and wetland types. Old mixed pine-hardwood forests are relatively rare and are not commonly available for protection.

“Creating these two SNAs will protect ecologically sensitive parcels, while also making them accessible to the public,” said Peggy Booth, SNA program supervisor. “What was formerly a private piece of property will now be managed in a way that allows more people to enjoy it, while protecting native habitat.”

SNAs are a state land unit, like state parks or wildlife management areas, but with a different emphasis. The purpose is to protect the best of Minnesota’s remaining natural heritage, such as rare species, native prairies, old-growth forests and geologic features.

Landowners can play a significant role in the creation of future SNAs through conservation easements or donations. Both Itasca County parcels were donated by an Illinois resident.

“The landowner’s commitment to land protection goes above and beyond anything I saw in my career,” said Steve Wilson, retired DNR SNA specialist. “Because of his discerning eye in purchasing undisturbed riparian plant communities, and decades-long protection of them, each tract is an ecological gem in its own right. Combined with his future plans for five more parcels in the area and two previously protected natural areas in Wisconsin, they speak to a conservation legacy that few can match.”

Visitors are welcome to hike the area or visit by other means of foot travel, like skis and snowshoes. Both new SNAs are open to fishing, hunting and dogs under control. Nature observation, education, scientific research, and other nonmotorized recreation are allowed on most SNAs. Consistent with the above intended uses and protection of the site’s natural features, camping, campfires, trapping, damaging vegetation and motorized recreation are not allowed.

Learn more about the state’s 158 SNAs, their conservation and scientific value, or how to submit a parcel to be considered for donation by visiting the DNR website at www.mndnr.gov/snas.

Until next time, get out and enjoy the many things that make winter a special time to be outdoors.

Please remember to keep our troops in your thoughts and prayers because they are the reason that we are able to enjoy all the freedoms that we have today.

Echoes from the Loafers’ Club Meeting

"I kept getting lost, so I bought a GPS."

"Did that help?"

"No, I lost the GPS."

I’ve learned

Age isn’t just a number. It’s a word.

If you’re having second thoughts, you’re two ahead of most of us.

Most one-horse towns don’t have any.

The news from Hartland

Podiatrist, William the Corncurer, claims that time wounds all heels.

Upchuck and Ralph’s Bakery says to eat cake because it’s somebody’s birthday somewhere.

Conan the librarian explains that books filled with blank pages are out of print.

Ask Al

"What is your favorite rock group?" Mount Rushmore.

"Do you sleep in your socks?" No, the bed is more comfortable.

"Why do parents wash their children’s mouths out with soap?" They’re too cheap to buy toothpaste.

Ferry tales

I was on a ferry leaving Juneau, Alaska on a voyage to Haines. Another traveler smiled at the mountains and told me that he’d moved to Alaska from the United States.

Glimpses of birds riding the wind, whales, and sea lions delighted me. The vastness of Alaska was apparent.

On a cold, wintry day in our largest state, I considered the vastness of losses suffered by the Minnesota Twins last season. Their record was 66-96. They should maintain their wins and losses in Roman numerals. A record of LXVI-XCVI sounds better.

February

February comes in like January and leaves like March. A groundhog peeks out of his burrow and sees a mere shadow of his former self or refuses to see what he has become. If he sees his shadow, we get six more weeks of winter. If the woodchuck doesn’t see his shadow, spring begins in six weeks. 

I stopped at a cemetery. The snow crunched under my shoes. A loud car drove by. If the road has a thick layer of fresh snow, sound waves are absorbed at the surface. That tends to muffle traffic noises. The snow’s surface smoothens and hardens with age and wind’s influence. Then the surface reflects sound waves, making them clearer and travel farther. When I stepped on the snow, the downward pressure snapped the bonds between snow crystals. The crystals rubbed against others, creating brief oscillations, which produced sound. If the snow isn’t as cold, the snow grains yield too easily because the bonds are weaker. I was taught that if it’s colder than about 14 degrees, snow crunches. If it’s warmer, it usually doesn’t. I crunched my way to a gravesite, a place where the past and the present meet. I shed a tear. That’s not easy for a man who grew up in a time in which men cried only in the rain.

Another fellow was at the cemetery as I paid my respects. He pointed at his older brother’s gravestone and said, "He had his kick at the can."

I guess that’s all that February wants.

Ain’t

There are absolutes. Things that I know are true. Such as, always trust what those on high-fiber diets say. They don’t have the time to lie. Another is that when I was a boy and used the word "ain’t," the weight of the word world fell upon me. They accused me of using a word that didn’t exist. Girl jump-ropers chanted, "Don’t say ain’t, your mother will faint, your father will step in a bucket of paint, because there ain’t no such word as ain’t."

A friend, whenever chastised for saying "ain’t," replied, "Because I don’t say it, don’t mean I ain’t thinking it."

He had no answer when his mother told him that bad words made his breath smell.

Did you know?

An R.L. Polk study of the auto industry found that 48% of people buy cars of the same brand they had been driving. The brands with the most loyal customers were Ford with 61.2% repeat buyers, Mercedes-Benz (57.7%) and Toyota (54.4%).

Each day, we breathe about 23,040 times and move 438 cubic feet of air. It takes about five seconds to breathe — two seconds to inhale and three seconds to exhale.

Here’s looking at you

Each year, I give binoculars to a student who had demonstrated an interest in nature. This year, it was my great pleasure to present a pair of new Nikon binoculars to Nathan Wallin of Hartland. I hope he sees everything that he’s looking for.

Nature notes

“What kind of squirrel is a black squirrel?” It’s a melanistic version of the eastern gray squirrel. Black squirrels can exist wherever grey squirrels live. Melanism is an undue development of dark-colored pigment. Grey pairs may produce black offspring. Black squirrels appear to have been dominant throughout North America prior to the arrival of Europeans, since the dark color helped them hide in dense forests that tended to be shaded. Hunting and deforestation led to biological advantages for grey squirrels. Black squirrels have an increased cold tolerance because they lose less heat than grey ones.

Meeting adjourned

Kindness provides sunshine on a cloudy day.

The scurs had a better go of it this past week, predicting snow although someone forgot to turn off the rinse cycle first. Will we see more white or clear precipitation this week? Starting Wednesday, partly cloudy with a high near 30 and a low around 20. Mostly cloudy with a modest chance of snow on Thursday with highs of 25 and lows falling to 5 above. Mostly cloudy on Friday with highs of 15 and lows dropping to near zero. Becoming partly cloudy on Saturday with highs again around 15 and lows near 5 above. Mostly sunny on Sunday with highs rebounding back in to the low 20’s with lows near 5 above. Mostly sunny and warmer on Monday with highs in the mid-20’s and lows of 20. Mostly cloudy on Tuesday with a chance of snow. Highs near 25 and lows around 20. The normal high for the next made up holiday on the 18th is 29 and the normal low is 11. The scurs will be taking off the 18th anyway to celebrate George Kennedy’s birthday. After all, he won an Oscar for his role in Cool Hand Luke.

Precipitation has rebounded somewhat from the dry month of January with amounts having eclipsed that month’s total already on the 11th at the ranch. So far for the month we’ve tallied .95”. While there’s no dispute that we’re not operating with a full soil profile, we have made some progress towards lessening the drought. Looking at the most recent update from NOAA shows a big swatch of green that says “Improvement” over our general geography. What’s even a little more heartening is both the 30 and 90-day outlooks also show better-than-even odds that we will receive above normal precipitation. Not that one wants to make book on it, but it sure is better than the opposite. We continue to see some snow cover as well so one has to believe that our chance of gardening outdoors as early as last year may not be as good.

Last weekend’s wet, windy weather seemed to bring one of our fat resident squirrels out for a snack before the weather decides to cool back down again. It also kept the redpolls busy at the feeders along with the full complement of chickadees, woodpeckers, nuthatches and blue jays. The cardinals appear to be staying around too with safflower being supplied for their enjoyment. The juncos have learned as well that there is some cracked corn they share along with cleaning up the squirrel’s leftovers. Saw the first pheasant in several weeks go sailing across the bottom of the pasture and into the CRP on Saturday morning while having my morning coffee. Long time no see.

Saturday morning brought the arrival of the first of what promises to be many new lambs at the ranch. There had been a ewe off by herself in the barn when it was feeding time during evening chores so we were positive by the time we came home from a scheduled birthday party, we’d see newbies. Of course when we arrived home, the ewe was in the barn alright, but she did nothing other than to stare blankly at me when I went out to check on her. Rather than have an all-night staring contest I opted to go back in the house for some shuteye. In the morning there was a bouncing baby buck lamb without all the drama. He has already grown in the past couple days to the point when he got out of the jug, he was tough to catch. Of course we didn’t schedule the shearer until the following weekend so we’ll probably have a few more lambs before then for good measure. The fun never stops at the ranch.

I made one of those trips back home I’d been dreading after hearing that an old friend and classmate of mine had passed away. Oddly enough he was the first one of our graduating class to leave us, as I understood it developing an infection that he was unable to overcome. The weather on Sunday did not sound good and in the morning, it lived up to its billing. After church I had my doubts about travelling east. By afternoon however there was a break in the precipitation on the radar and I decided it was go time. I’ll never regret it either. Our class of ’76 was a relatively tight knit group and even though many of us are scattered to the four winds, from a class of 72 students, about 20 of us were in attendance.

Scott Copeman was the unforgettable friend that every young man should be fortunate enough to have. He was one of those guys with an infectious giggle who would get you started laughing, often so hard you couldn’t stop. In junior high, I still remember him and Kenny Laube walking from Kenny’s house, fording the Spring Valley Creek and climbing over fences to get to our pasture where we started a fire to heat up a can of beans. Maybe it was the fact we as friends had done it or were laughing about how soaking wet they got, but for some reason those were still some of the tastiest beans I ever remember eating. Then there were the fishing trips and the laughs we shared as well as the fish we caught. 

When we were seniors, Scott was in the boat where we were fishing crappies on 1st Crow Wing one sunny May morning. I hooked a large northern on a beetle spin and we were shocked as the line began rapidly stripping off the reel. When I got it up close to the boat he was on the stick with the net, getting the fish in the boat just before it managed to spit the hook. We looked at each other in disbelief as it flopped on the bottom of the boat and what else? Started laughing! Somewhere I think I still have a photo of that fish. 

I’d come home on the weekends from college and remember driving the Gremlin down to Scott and Carol’s place in Ostrander to visit after they were married. We’d have a few libations and laugh so hard we’d cry well into the wee hours of the morning, recounting our glory days and the characters involved. I still recall how my sides ached the next day and now tragically, I still shed a tear. Thanks Scott for making our lives a happier place.

See you next week…real good then.

In November, I told you about why Thanksgiving is the best holiday of the year. Now we come to the opposite end of the spectrum: Valentine’s Day. Yuck.

For all my life, whether I’ve been in a relationship or not, I have intensely disliked this day. If you’re single, it’s vastly depressing as you watch all this lovey-dovey activity around you and realize how alone you are.

If you’re in a relationship, especially as a man, the pressure is on to get just the right gift or pay an extravagant amount for dinner/jewelry/flowers/all of the above.

Here’s the thing: I love my wife. I tell her this every day, and I mean it more every day that I say it. 

It’s nice to go out of my way to do something special for Michelle sometimes, but this day seems so forced. It truly is a Hallmark holiday. Isn’t it better if I do something spontaneous? (Okay, I’m not really good at that either, but…)

I was surprised in doing some research to learn that Valentine’s Day was referenced by such notable authors as Geoffrey Chaucer and William Shakespeare. (I must have slept through that lecture in college.) Despite longings expressed through famous poets’ writings, I will not let my English major inclinations sway me from my dislike of this holiday!

I love Michelle. I picked out something that I thought she might like for Valentine’s Day this year. 

I may not like the day, but I’m not dumb either. So, here’s a bold statement: (Disclaimer: This is said partially tongue in cheek.) Valentine’s Day is a cause of divorce in the United States.

How could that be so? Look at it this way. There are high expectations on this day. 

If one member of the marriage has those high expectations and they are not met, there is anger. This anger can fester for some time, especially when others around the angry person are swamped in flowers and candy.

Suddenly, that person is looking at his or her spouse and examining every little flaw. It might not be immediate, but doubts begin to form. Doesn’t this person love me?

The Huffington Post reported that recent census statistics still show around one out of every two marriages end in divorce. The average amount of years before that happens is seven.

There are certainly a lot of reasons that people separate, some very legitimate, don’t get me wrong. I worry sometimes though, that when times get tough, people are too eager to just give up rather than work at it.

Listen, Michelle and I have had some rough patches, just like any couple. But we’ve worked hard at our marriage to keep it growing and getting stronger all the time. 

She says that it would take me abusing her (I’m pretty sure she could kick my butt) or cheating on her (Why would I do that with such a beautiful wife?) for her to leave. Anything else that is tough for us can be worked out.

How will I be spending my Valentine’s Day? I’ll be sitting at parent-teacher conferences. I can guarantee that I’ll hear at least one divorced parent blame the other for why their child (stress on THEIR) isn’t performing to standards.

My one wish on this day full of love is that divorced parents would learn to get along well enough for the sake of the children. You don’t have to like each other, but you still have shared responsibilities for the correct raising of your children. 

Please set a good example for them and work together so they can grow up and view relationships in a positive light, even when things don’t work out.

I don’t expect anything for this holiday, and my heart won’t be broken if I don’t receive anything. Although I really love Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups…

Word of the Week: This week’s word is uxorious, which means excessively devoted or submissive to one’s wife, as in, “The man was so uxorious that he was willing to buy feminine products for his wife at the store.” Impress your friends and confuse your enemies!

Both ice fishing contests postponed

Ice fishing contests on both Beaver Lake and St. Olaf Lake that were scheduled for last Sunday were postponed because of rain. Weather permitting, both will be held this Sunday, Feb. 17. The contest on Beaver Lake is from noon to 1:30 p.m. and the St. Olaf Lake contest is from 2 to 3:30 p.m.

Frosty revealed

The Waseca County Sleigh and Cutter Festival’s “Frosty” was revealed last Friday at the Waseca VFW: Waseca Mayor Roy Srp. Mike Lunde won $100 in the contest for being the first correct guesser from New Richland.

Memorial services for Pearl Agate Beatrice Helle Andersen, age 94, formerly of New Richland, will be held at 11 a.m., Wednesday February 20, 2013 at Trinity Lutheran Church of New Richland. The Rev. Paul Andree will officiate. Interment will be at St. Olaf Cemetery at a later date. Visitation will be one hour prior to the service at the church on Wednesday. Online condolences are welcome at www.bayviewfuneral.com.

Pearl was re-united with her husband of 72 yrs. on Valentine’s Day, February 14, 2013. She died at Cerenity Care Center in White Bear Lake surrounded by her family.

 Remembering the life of Eloris “Tillie” J. Worke….

Memorial Services for Eloris “Tillie” J. Worke of Clarks Grove, will be held at 11 a.m. on Tuesday, February 12, 2013, at First Lutheran Church in Ellendale, MN. The Reverend Richard L. Sliper will officiate. Interment will be in First Lutheran Cemetery, Ellendale. Friends may visit with family one hour before the service at the church.

Eloris died Saturday, February 9, 2013 at Good Samaritan Society in Albert Lea at the age of 78.

She was born on May 20, 1934, in Albert Lea, the daughter of John and Henrietta (Wangsness) Anderson.  She graduated from Ellendale High School.