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Missing dock

 

From: Vicki Schelde
Sent: Tuesday, May 15, 2012 8:22 AM
To: simonson@accessmn.com
Subject: missing dock
 
MISSING DOCK from Northside Niles Bay, Lake Vermilion
8'x32' floating dock, white rubber decking on sides.
Reward offered.  Please contact:
 
Jack or Vicki Schelde
Cell: 218-750-0447  or   218-750-0443
 

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MY SON BILLY JOE POCRNICH GRADUATED FROM THE MESABI RANGE TECH. COLLEGE THIS AFTERNOON FROM THE 2-YEAR WELDING CLASS.  
THE CEREMONY WAS HELD AT THE VIRGINIA CAMPUS.  HE HELD A 4.0 AVERAGE.
 
HE'S THE SON OF VICKI EVANS POCRNICH MCQUEEN AND TIM OF EVELETH, AND LARRY AND PATTI POCRNICH OF HIBBING.
 
HE'S THE GRANDSON OF THE LATE WAYNE T. AND MILDRED EVANS EDITOR AND PUBLISHER OF THE COOK NEWS-HERALD.
 
VICKI EVANS MCQUEEN, May 9, 2010
 
 

Sent by Cora Hodges Shanley, class of 1996

 

 

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Cook High School Class of 1932

 

Sent: Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Subject: Cook's First Graduating Class
 
Good Morning Don!  Hope all is going well with you and Muriel.  I was looking at the picture of the first graduating class under Harry Enzmann's birthday picture.  It lists my uncle Axel Falk as being in that class.  As much as we look at the picture, we can't figure out which one he is.  Are there any names that go along with that picture?  It's very sad when I can't even recognize my own uncle!  Thank you very much,   Denise Forry  
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Denise is the daughter of Elmer 60,1985 & Dorine (Duame) Milbridge and the granddaughter of Russell 76,1981 & Emma 72,1980 (Falk) Duame. Axel Falk was a brother to Emma. Denise attended the Cook School with the class of 1969.
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Which one is Axel Falk?

Scanned from the All Class Reunion booklet of 2002

 

 

 

Small world

 

Sent: Wednesday, February 29, 2012
To: don
Subject: small world
 
Hi Don    weird thing happened to me monday.  wasnt feeling up to par so went to the hospitol in perham    they told me i was having a heart attack. so they called a ambulance to transport me to fargo,nd.  the paramedic and i were talking and he said he was from up north  i asked where and when he said cook,mn  i just laughed and told him so was i.   his name was zac scofield. he told me he was on the cook  ambulance with my cousin david rankala....    and i was releived then    well just thought it was i little funny   

take it slow ;    fred

Fred, hope you are doing well now, keep us posted as to your treatment. 

Fred is a 1977 graduate of the Cook High School. His parents are; Fred 75,1989 & Martha 86,2008 Schelde. His siblings; Sven, Shirley Hyppa, Grace Liljeblom, Fred Jr., Martin, Kay Lokken and Peter Schelde.

Zac Scofield (class of 2006) is the son of David (class of 1977) & Leslie and a grandson of Raymond & Frances (Fredlund) Scofield.

 

 

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TWENTY BELOW

          By Dan Anderson- Hibbing MN

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It’s -20 below on the Iron Range

If you didn’t live here you’d think it was strange

To plug in your car with an electric cord

And to sit on a seat that was stiff as a board

When its -20 below on the Iron Range

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At -20 below if your car doesn’t start

In the parking lot of your local K-mart

A total stranger will give you a hand

We’re friendly folks in this frozen land

At -20 below if your car doesn’t start

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When it’s -20 below in an Iron Range Town

People still smile and seldom frown

For they know that this will never last

And chalk it up to an arctic blast

When it’s -20 below in an Iron Range Town

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 It’s just -20 below and it’s a little cool

The busses all line up on the way to school

Schools never cancel when it’s still this warm

That’s reserved for the time of a big snow storm

It’s just -20 below and it’s a little cool

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It’s -20 below when the wind starts to howl

Any weaker group would throw in the towel

But true Iron Rangers just smile and grin

And might be tempted to just stay in

It’s -20 below when the wind starts to howl

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It’s -20 below and the lakes all are froze

We just add another layer of clothes

And fresh caught fish is really nice

When we drop a line through a hole in the ice

When it’s -20 below and the lakes are all froze

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It’s only -20 blow at the crack of dawn

We put on our boots ‘cause there’s wood to be sawn

We start up the saw and cut up a cord

And haul it all home in a Chevy or Ford

It’s only -20 below at the crack of dawn

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It’s -20 below and it’s only December

That’s not too bad, the old timers remember

 it got colder than that when they were young

And someone got froze to the pump by his tongue

It’s -20 below and it’s only December

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It’s -20 below and it’s going to get colder

Most people get used to it as they get older

Others just go south for the season

They might be the ones who listen to reason

It’s -20 below and it’s going to get colder

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It’s -20 below again this year

Some will ask why we want to live here

Up here in the north in the winter time

We all get along and don’t have much crime

It’s -20 below again this year

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Well if it’s still -20 below by the end of May

I might be convinced to move away

But that won’t happen, I really hope

For that might be too much for even us to cope

It it’s still -20 below by the end of May

  

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Sent: Friday, January 20, 2012 1:44 AM
To:
Don- I was backing up some files on my old computer and
I ran accross this poem I had written a couple years back. 
I noticed the thermometer had passed 20 below, so I thought i would share my poem with you.
 
Retired life is good, but I never get a day off!
 
Dan
Dan is the son of Gordon & Lillian 69,1992 Anderson of Cook.
He is a 1968 graduate of the Cook High School

 

 

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Motorcycle Accidents

 

Sent: Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Subject: Motorcycle accidents


This was the article under minnesota "crashes" where I read that the rider Dale was taught to lay a motorcycle down to avoid an accident. I didn't want to specify who or what or when. I just wanted to try and correct the concept that "laying" a motorcycle down is the thing to do. In fact according to the instructors at the motorcycle class said it was the positively the worst thing that you could do as once the motorcycle is down you have lost all control. As I said in the last email they taught us an emergency maneuver (which may or may not have allowed this rider to be alive today). To make a motorcycle swerve sharply is to momentarily turn the handlebars sharply in the opposite direction that you want the cycle to swerve. This causes the cycle to lean sharply causing it to swerve and then straighten up in the direction you were travelling. We practiced this every day during the weeklong rider class.  This is who I took my motorcycle riding training from. Its a National organization.

http://online2.msf-usa.org/msf/Default.aspx


 

Tired Dog

 

 
An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my garden.

I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken care of.

He calmly came over to me, I gave him a few pats on his head;
He then followed me into my house, slowly walked down the
Hall, curled up in the corner and fell asleep.

 
A couple of hours later, he went to the back door to leave,
I let him out and off he trotted down the path and out of the gate.

The next day he was back, greeted me in my garden, walked inside
And resumed his spot in the hall and again slept for about a couple of hours.

This continued off and on for several weeks.

Curious I pinned a note to his collar:
'I would like to find out who the owner of this wonderful sweet dog is,
And ask if you are aware that
Almost every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.'

The next day he arrived for his nap, with a different note pinned to his collar:

'He lives in a home with 6 children,
2 under the age of 3,
He's trying to catch up on his sleep.
Can I come with him tomorrow?

 

 

Pet Partners

 

Marge Pylkka along with her two beautiful Cocker Spaniels, Muggsie, who is five years old and Katie who is four years old, have recently become Registered Pet Partners (therapy dogs) through the Delta Society on July 10, 2011. The Delta Society which is based in Bellevue, WA, was founded in 1977 and is an international, non-for-profit organization of pet owners, volunteers, therapists, educators, veterinarians, and other health professionals. Muggsie and Katie are also certified as Canine Good Citizens (CGC)

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There are two ways to complete the Delta Society course, either by Home Study or to attend a workshop. Because there were no workshops available in our area, Marge did the Home Study program. When she completed the Home Study program, she and each of her dogs were evaluated, as a team, in Duluth by a Delta Society evaluator. If anyone is interested in more information about the Delta Society, go to their website at www.deltasociety.org or contact Marge at mpylka@accessmn.com

 

Marge also completed a R.E.A.D. (Reading Education Assistance Dogs) workshop. She and her “girls”, as she calls them, are now official R.E.A.D. members and look forward to going into the local libraries and schools so that young children can read to them. More information about this program can be found at http://www.therapyanimals.org/R.E.A.D.html Dogs need to become therapy dogs before they can become R.E.A.D. dogs.

 


Marge Pylkka, her two beautiful Cocker Spaniels, Muggsie and Katie

 

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.I Love Mustard

From: momndad

Sent: Saturday, June 25, 201

To: undisclosed-recipients:

Subject: I Love Mustard.

 

I Love Mustard. (This is a true story. If you have children you
will probably relate to this father).
 
As ham sandwiches go, it was perfection: a thick slab of ham
 on a fresh bun with crisp lettuce and plenty of expensive, light
 brown, Gourmet Mustard.
 
The corners of my jaw aching in anticipation, I carried it to the
 table in our backyard, picked it up with both hands, but was
stopped by my wife suddenly at my side.
 
Here, hold Johnny (our six-week-old son) while I get my
sandwich,' she said.
 
I had him balanced between my left elbow and shoulder and
was reaching again for the ham sandwich when I noticed a
streak of mustard on my fingers..
 
I love mustard.
 
I had no napkin.
 
I licked it off.
 
It was not mustard.
 
No man ever put a baby down faster.
 
It was the first and only time I have sprinted with my tongue
 protruding out..
 
With a washcloth in each hand, I did the sort of routine
shoeshine boys do, only I did it on my tongue.
 
Later, after she stopped crying from laughing so hard, my wife
said, 'Now you know why they call that fancy mustard Poupon.
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The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday  Morning  Commentary.

My confession: 

I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish.  And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees...  I don't feel threatened..  I don't feel discriminated against.. That's what they are, Christmas trees. 

It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, 'Merry Christmas' to me.  I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto.  In fact, I kind of like it.  It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu ..  If people want a creche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away. 

I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians.  I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period.  I have no idea where the concept came from, that America is an explicitly atheist country.  I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat. 

Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him?  I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too.  But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to. 

In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different:  This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking. 

Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her 'How could God let something like this happen?' (regarding Hurricane Katrina)..  Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response..  She said, 'I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives.  And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out.  How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?' 

In light of recent events... terrorists attack, school shootings, etc..  I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK.  Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school.  The Bible says thou shalt not kill; thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself.  And we said OK.

Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave, because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide).  We said an expert should know what he's talking about..  And we said okay..

Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.

Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out.  I think it has a great deal to do with '

 

WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.' 

Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.  Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.  Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.  Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace. 

Are you laughing yet? 

Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it. 

Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.
 

Pass it on if you think it has merit. 
  
If not, then just discard it... no one will know you did.  But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in. 

My Best Regards,  Honestly and respectfully, 

Ben S

 

 

Cowboy Named Bud

A cowboy named Bud  was overseeing his herd in a remote pasture when
suddenly a brand-new BMW  advanced toward him out of a cloud of dust.

The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci  shoes, RayBan
sunglasses and YSL tie, leaned out the window and asked the  cowboy,
"If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves you have in your  herd,
Will you give me a calf?"

Bud  looks at the man, obviously a  yuppie, then looks at his
peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers,  "Sure, Why not?"   The
yuppie  parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects
it to his  Cingular RAZR V3 cell phone, and surfs to a NASApage on the
Internet,  where he calls up a GPS satellite to get an exact fix on his
location  which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the
area in an  ultra-high-resolution photo.

The young man then opens the digital photo in  Adobe Photoshop and
exports it to an image processing facility in  Hamburg ,  Germany .

Within  seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image
has been  processed and the data stored. He then accesses an MS-SQL
database through  an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with email on his
Blackberry and,  after a few minutes, receives a response.

Finally, he prints out a full-color,  150-page report on his hi-tech,
miniaturized HP LaserJet printer, turns to  the cowboy and says, "You
have exactly 1,586 cows and  calves."

"That's right. Well, I guess you can take  one of my calves," says Bud.

He watches the young man select one of the  animals and looks on with
amusement as the young man stuffs it into the  trunk of his car.

Then Bud says to  the young man, "Hey, if I can tell you exactly what
your business is, will  you give me back my calf?"

The young man thinks about it for a second  and then says, "Okay, why not?"

"You're an aide in the Obama  Administration", says Bud.

"Wow! That's correct," says the yuppie, "but how  did you guess that?"

"No guessing  required." answered the cowboy. "You showed up here even
though nobody  called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already
knew, to a  question I never asked. You used millions of dollars worth
of equipment  trying to show me how much smarter than me you are; and
you don't know a  thing about how working people make a living - or
about cows, for that  matter.  This is a herd of sheep. ...

Now give me back my dog.

 

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