"My goal for this year was to lose just 10 pounds. Only 15 to go." That's one of the quips Don Ellingson, Fargo, found online and sent to Neighbors. He suggests they're good for some laughs, especially for those of us who are older. So, to brighten your day, fellow old-timers (and young people, too), here are more: • How to prepare tofu: (1.) Throw it in the trash. (2.) Grill some meat. • I just did a week's worth of cardio after walking into a spider web. • I don't mean to brag, but I finished my 14-day supply of diet food in three hours and 20 minutes.
Neighbors has run several stories concerning a region in north Moorhead called the Snakey Creek area. People had many nostalgic memories of playing there when they were kids and one of them asked if a sign could be posted marking that area. Well, the city of Moorhead is way ahead of Neighbors. Chris Volkers, Moorhead's city manager, wrote that research on such a sign was being done and that as a result, one was in the making and should be installed this summer. A picture of it appears here.
Hey, baseball fans, do you hear that sound? It's the crack of the bat, maybe coming from Newman Field in Fargo where the F-M Redhawks are playing, or from high school or college baseball fields, or from your favorite major league park or maybe just down the street where neighborhood kids are playing ball. Yes, the baseball season is in gear. And that brings us to this picture, which was sent in by Rosemarie Schmidt, Fargo. It shows three members of the Fargo American Legion team which won the North Dakota state championship every year from 1949 through 1952.
It came about because Conrad Rose and his journalism/photography classmate at the University of Minnesota decided on their own to have a summer photo project. Conrad doesn't remember how they chose what they did. But they chose, of all things, outhouses. So Conrad, then of Red Wing, Minn., and his pal Tom Young, Wabasha, Minn., spent the summer shooting pictures of those architecturally unique and highly functional structures. And they haven't stopped.
This column has carried many readers' memories of old stores in Fargo-Moorhead-West Fargo. Here's another one. It's about a business which utilized horses: the Acme Dairy in Fargo. It comes from Fred Quam, Fargo, who writes that the Acme was located on the corner of University Drive and Seventh Avenue North. "Research tells me that it was started in 1919," Fred writes. "They used two horses on each delivery wagon. They may have had three wagons, but I'm not sure of the exact number. "The dairy was started and owned by Frank Peterson.
With area farmers doing their spring fieldwork, a poem sent in by Janet Anderson, Fargo, seems timely. Janet found the poem in a clipping that her mother had saved. It had run in The Forum June 13, 1932. The article reads: "What with conjecture on every lip and North Dakotans generally holding their breaths — or should it be breath — if present crop prospects will materialize, the following poem by James W. Foley, North Dakota poet laureate now employed on a Pasadena newspaper, seems particularly appropriate.
For those who bowled in Fargo some years ago, the name of Strack hits home. This comes up because some of Neighbors' readers have wondered about the background of the old Fargo Sports Center. Bruce Strack, Fargo, has provided information about it. Bruce and his father, Bob, were co-managers of the center. But bowling goes back four generations in the Strack family. Bruce sent in the obituary for Louis C. Strack, Fargo, Bruce's great-grandfather.
Neighbors once carried the memories of Mike O'Day, Dilworth, who used to play with his pals along Snakey Creek, which runs through north Moorhead. Mike also told of the two brothers who kids called the "Bee Men" because they had a large number of beehives at what Mike called their "shack." That brought a response from Patty (Johnson) Nelson, 63, who is a lifelong Moorhead resident.
Heads up, all you folks who are in the business world: Here's some solid advice for you on how to consider your customers. It comes from Gene Reierson, of Esmond, N.D., west of Devils Lake. Gene and his wife Janice were in the Standard/Amoco fuel business for nearly 39 years. The following, he writes, "is how how we tried to serve our customers." • A customer is the most important person in any business. • A customer is not dependent on us. We are dependent on him. • A customer is not an interruption of our work. He is the purpose of it.
You've read a lot about the old North Dakota song here in recent weeks: the song which begins, "You oughta go to North Dakota; see the cattle and the wheat, and the folks that can't be beat." Now here's a story about Admiral Bill Owens, a North Dakota boy who made good, and then some, in the military, and who along the way sang this song to people around the world. Word about him came from former North Dakota Gov. Ed Schafer, Fargo, who made Bill a North Dakota Rough Rider, the highest honor the state can bestow.