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What a glorious Sunday we had yesterday in Edinburg! Our thermometer registered a high of 49 degrees, snow was melting on the streets and we had a wonderful turnout for our annual Community Brunch. What more could we ask for?

Our local “Community Club” served between 325 and 350 people brunch yesterday. We made it as “upscale” as possible. As in the last 2 years, we had different “stations” for diners to visit. The main event is the initial table with scrambled eggs, quiche, hasselback potatoes, bacon wrapped sausages, bacon and French toast with syrup. We also had a mushroom sauce that people put on their eggs and/or their potatoes. We had a bread table laden with muffins, scones, caramel rolls and breads along with cheeses and smoked salmon. To top everything off a decadent dessert bar was provided for everyone. It was laden with wonderful cheesecakes, bars, truffles, pies and many, many more sweet delights for everyone. It is wonderful to see people from all around the area coming to our annual brunch celebration.

Our local Community Club has about 15 active members. We work hard to keep Edinburg a place that people want to visit. It is so wonderful to hear when people come to events such as our Community Brunch how much they admire the Edinburg community. We could not be what we are without so many people pitching in to make Edinburg special. Thanks to everyone who so willingly helped make this day a great success.

I want a big shout out to Taylor Hall for blading the streets on Saturday. What a difference it makes to get some of the ice off the town streets. TJ Hall was out there with him opening up drainage places.

It has been a sad time in Edinburg as we lost a special person to the community. Everett Seim passed away last week and his funeral was last Friday. The memorial service was so meaningful. People talked about how Everett had nicknames for so many. He called Ellie Stabo “smelly Ellie”---Ruth Hall “ugly Christine” and he always called me “Ma Mielke”. The tributes were many. Our thoughts and our prayers are with Mary and her family – and thank you Mary for sharing some of the lovely flowers from the Memorial Service for the brunch. They added a very special “spring” touch to the event.

Yesterday the Grand Forks Herald ran a story about LeRoy Pederson. It was a great piece. LeRoy has been a barber for 58 years-----56 of those years have been spent in Edinburg. LeRoy has lots of opinions and loves to share them down at the lively “Table of Knowledge”. LeRoy and Louise are such “pillars” of the community and are loved by all.

Irene Seim fell in her apartment last week and is now in swing bed at First Health Care Center in Park River. Arnold Bjerke had major surgery in Grand Forks over a week ago and was in intensive care for quite a few days. He had to have more surgery, but I understand he is slowly recovering. Pastor Rebecca, our pastor at Trinity along with her husband Pastor Christopher, just lost her father to cancer. They are leaving this Wednesday for Arizona to attend a memorial service for him. Our thoughts and prayers are with everyone who is going through difficult times.

Springtime flooding is predicted for the Red River Valley. Everyone is hoping for a slow melt. Today we are experiencing spring fog. It is hard to see across the street. Have a great day and we will visit at a later date.

 

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March 8, 2010

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An Ode to English Plurals

1. One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

2. You may find a lone mouse or nest full of mice, yet the plural of house is houses, not hice!

3. Why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?

4. In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? We ship by truck but send cargo by ship. We have noses that run and feet that smell. We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway. And how can slim chance at fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

5. You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

And in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother is not Mop?