The International Peace Garden in the heart of the Turtle Mountains is less than an hour from Newburg, N.D., and the farm where I grew up. I don’t recall how old I was the first time I was taken to the Garden, but I do recall one trip as a teen. My two same-age cousins, Idamae and Carole were with me and we talked and dreamed of one day having a triple wedding ceremony in this setting with the millions of gorgeous flowers as a backdrop. Of course that never happened, but each time I return I remember that little dream scheme.
MEDORA, N.D. – The Teddy Roosevelt Medora Foundation’s advertisements ask us to “adore” Medora. I speak for my family, immediate and extended, when I say we definitely do adore Medora. We are stuck on this quaint little historic town and we try to get there at least every other year. This was our year! We drove on to Medora after a family wedding in Minot. That’s another whole wonderful story, but today adorable Medora is the topic. Getting there – driving across the Flickertail State (my homeland) is a nostalgic indulgence for me. I don’t need mountains. I don’t need oceans.
Pastor Harvey Hoiberg has his message ready to go. “The Joy of Being a Christian,” is what he will expound on from the pulpit in Kongsvinger Lutheran Church.
Many noteworthy things happened in 1914. For example: The world’s first red and green traffic lights were installed in Cleveland; George Washington Carver began experimenting with peanuts as a new cash crop for Southern farmers; President Woodrow Wilson set aside aSunday in May to honor mothers, and the Greyhound Bus Co. began in Minnesota. Did you notice?
Makailah Dyer and Troy Huff say they are the most laid back of all the 16 first cousins in their clan. Off the basketball court that is. “We are very mellow,” Makailah said. “We are the shy ones,” Troy added. “We have crazy cousins — crazy in a good way. We just sit back and laugh at them.” Among their fondest memories of growing up in Wisconsin are the talent shows the youngsters put on when their families gathered for holidays.
We, their fans, are legion. We know them by name, we know them by number. Our eyes follow them up and down the court and we watch their points and fouls flash in red and orange on the scoreboard at The Betty Engelstad Sioux Center. It’s all part of the much-loved hype at UND men’s and women’s basketball games. From my No. 8 seat in Row D Section 404, I marvel at the quickness, agility and dunk-ability of the players. They have a game plan but then, so do I.