I spent a lot of my youth in Upsala, Minnesota. There were “Farm Kids” and “Village Kids”. Some were “summer kids”. They were kids whose parent or parents grew up in Upsala and who sent their children to Upsala to spend some time with Grandma and Grandpa during the summer. Some stayed for a few weeks, and some stayed for the whole summer.
Larry was a “summer kid” and he ended up marrying one of the Upsala beauties. She was chased by all the boys, but Larry won her heart. He was also one of the eight couples that camped on our lakeshore on Cedar Lake west of Upsala every fourth of July. He was a fun-loving fellow who died way too young.
MEA weekend is a special time of the year. Many a father/son(daughter) combo head for the woods or ponds to bring home the “bacon” in the form of grouse or duck. Larry, the “summer kid”, knew that I had never taken up hunting, but he wanted my son Erik and myself to experience a weekend of grouse hunting up north at “the shack”. Larry invited our friend Ron and his son Matt, my son’s best friend, to join him and his son Danny. So, there were three dads and three sons along with a black lab, “Bear”. We formed two teams, and I was the “bird dog” on the DADS team. Bear went with the boys.
The first day we brought back 17 grouse, and Larry fixed a meal of grouse with wild rice and cream of mushroom soup in the giant iron skillet that hung from a nail in “the shack”. It was one of the most memorable feasts of my life. I trust that you are doing something special with your family this weekend.
“Remember, it’s not about having time it’s about making time.” Erik Osberg www.erikosberg.com
In September of 1956 I was enrolled in the eighth grade at Junior High in St. Louis Park. The previous month my mother had given birth to her sixth child and Dad was once more in trouble due to his problem with “the drink”. My mother’s mother, Grama Laura Ramlo, drove her 1952 Chevy from Upsala to our rented bungalow at 1620 Colorado Ave in St. Louis Park, put my dad in the back seat, drove to the VA Hospital in Minneapolis and said, “Here! He is a veteran and he is your problem, not mine”. She then took her daughter, myself and my five siblings to live in the apartment above Ramlo Grocery in Upsala, Minnesota.
On Monday, October 1st, I rode my bike from Ramlo Grocery to the Upsala school. I had earned the money for my shiny new Schwinn by delivering newspapers, both morning and evening in our St. Louis Park neighborhood. Of course, that first day, someone let the air out of the tires. That evening, I removed the headlamp, the tank, and the fenders from my bike. No one messed with the bike the second day of school. Another plus related to this move was that I did get out of the 10 hours of detention that I had accrued at school in St. Louis Park.
The next Monday, the student body was ushered into the school auditorium to watch game five of the World Series. We watched Don Larsen pitch the only perfect game in World Series history. He’d had a disastrous game two, lasting only two innings and allowing four runs on four walks. When he reported to the locker room that day, Larsen was astonished to see the baseball tucked into his shoe by the manager Casey Stengel. He faced 27 batters that day and not even one made it to base.
Tomorrow night the St. Cloud Symphony Orchestra is opening their new season at the Ritche Auditorium on the campus of St. Cloud State University. The program is entitled “Celebrate 50!” The concert begins at 7:30 pm. For information and tickets go to www.stcloudsymphony.com
If you are going to expect, you must inspect.” Laura Ramlo
In 1957 I was an overweight freshman on the Upsala Cardinal football team. Freshmen wore the old uniforms and old helmets, and we did not win any fashion awards. John Atkinson, a senior running back, ran with his knees pumping up and down high and hard. He still managed to make forward yardage. In practice, I would simply bounce off his knees. The memory of the pain is still with me. That was the year when no other team even scored on the Upsala team. Clarissa got to our three-yard line, but our defense held.
A couple of years ago, the 1957 Upsala football team was inducted into the Upsala Sports Hall of Fame. I was one of nine of the twenty-nine original members of the 1957 Upsala Cardinal football team who showed up for our induction into the Sports Hall of Fame. One of the guys, Dave Chuba, came all the way from Ohio. Bob Soltis was the quarterback and captain of the 1957 team. That same year Bob was named to the All-State Football Team.
It was the second year that inductees were chosen for the Upsala Sports Hall of Fame. Bob’s brother Ralph was chosen the previous year and another brother John, who was a junior on the 1957 football team, accepted an individual award for his brother Bob that same year. There were lots of Soltis boys and they all played football. No one lifted weights in those days, they just threw bales of hay all summer. Us “village kids” had a tough time keeping up. Tomorrow I am going to take the day off and drive to Wadena to watch my grandson Willie play in his homecoming game. “GO WOLVERINES”
“Man’s finest hour is the moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle victorious.” Vince Lombardi’’
PS: This Saturday afternoon the Minnesota Center Chorale is hosting a “Sing as You Are” event at the Sauk Rapids High School Performing Arts Center from 1 until 4. For details go to www.minnesotacenterchorale.org
Quotations are a great way to get an idea across or to remind ourselves and others just what is important. Many years ago, a friend of mine published “A Collection of Inspiring Thoughts” subtitled “For Business & Professional People”. Every week I try to find a quotation to use at the end of this weekly musing. I use a copy of Norm’s booklet and record the date that I use the quotation. I invested a little bit of money in his company, and he gave me a box of those booklets. For many years I gave them out to clients and friends. I now have just a few copies left.
For 22 years I sold office furnishings. I started working for General Office Products in 1972. Ron Anderson worked for a carpet installation company, and he carried a calling card with a quote on the back of the card. His carpet installation work was not the cheapest, but they were the best in the industry. The card read: “The bitterness of poor workmanship remains long after the sweetness of low price is forgotten” Longfellow
A woman that I was dating at the time told me that it was not Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, but Benjamin Franklin who said, “The bitterness of poor workmanship remains long after the sweetness of low price is forgotten”. My thanks to the English major who corrected me. She also was the one that told me that when I stopped to use a restroom in a gas station, I had to at least purchase a bag of peanuts if I hadn’t purchased any gas.
An article in USA Today about the passing of Yogi Berra was full of his best sayings. “When you get to a fork in the road, take it” is one of my favorites.
“You should always go to other people’s funerals, otherwise, they won’t come to yours.” Yogi Berra
It has been thirteen years since Auntie passed. There are many stories to tell about Auntie, but my favorite comes from her son Kevin. They had been visiting Kevin’s uncle in Alexandria and Kevin told Auntie that he wanted to get back to her house in Upsala in time to watch the Preakness horse race on television.
The speed limit on County Road 17 is 55, so Kevin was doing 60. Auntie said, “You drive slow Kevin”. Kevin stepped it up a bit and a little while later, Auntie spoke up again. “We’ll never get there on time at this speed.”. Kevin responded: “Ma, I don’t want to get a ticket.” , but he dutifully stepped it up again.
There was silence for a while and then: “Kevin, why don’t you just pull over and let me drive”. Kevin was driving a four-wheel drive pickup. Auntie was 90 years young at the time. We miss you Auntie.
“I was born to have fun”. Leone Larson Hagstrom 1922-2013
It has been thirteen years since Auntie passed. There are many stories to tell about Auntie, but my favorite comes from her son Kevin. They had been visiting Kevin’s uncle in Alexandria and Kevin told Auntie that he wanted to get back to her house in Upsala in time to watch the Preakness horse race on television.
The speed limit on County Road 17 is 55, so Kevin was doing 60. Auntie said, “You drive slow Kevin”. Kevin stepped it up a bit and a little while later, Auntie spoke up again. “We’ll never get there on time at this speed.”. Kevin responded: “Ma, I don’t want to get a ticket.” , but he dutifully stepped it up again.
There was silence for a while and then: “Kevin, why don’t you just pull over and let me drive”. Kevin was driving a four-wheel drive pickup. Auntie was 90 years young at the time. We miss you Auntie.
“I was born to have fun”. Leone Larson Hagstrom 1922-2013
In 2000 I took my first trip to Sun Valley, Idaho. I had been representing Minnesota Public Radio for almost one year and my boss decided to take the Brainerd territory away from me and give me the classical music station in Sun Valley to cover instead. St. Cloud, Worthington, Appleton, MN and Sioux Falls, SD were also my responsibility.
I flew into Hailey, Idaho on a Sunday in September and I would work in the territory for three days. On Thursday I would get into the rental car and head towards Bozeman, Montana to visit Aunt Maggie and Uncle Bill. Uncle Bill was my mother-in-law’s half-brother.
One of my Sun Valley underwriters was a record shop, and the owner gifted me a “Pavarotti& Friends” CD. For the first time I heard Luciano Pavarotti and popular rock stars performing at a special venue in Pavarotti’s hometown, Modena, Italy.
Michael Bolton singing “Nessun Dorma” blew me away. Driving through the mountains with the volume turned way up was thrilling. I now own six “Pavarotti & Friends” CDs. All were purchased in Sun Valley and accompanied me on the road to Bozeman.
Today is the 25th anniversary of 9/11. Maybe this bit of music will bring some joy your way on this day of remembrance.
“The greatest glory in living is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.” Nelson Mandela
This note was cut and pasted from my son’s website, www.erikosberg.com . He wrote it in 2013.
“In our family, Labor Day weekend means a trip to Uncle Brian & Aunt Jean Marie’s Cabin. It’s our way of saying goodbye to summer & one last weekend dedicated to feeling Minnesota. What I mean by that is a celebration of why we live here, sky blue waters, great food, fantastic fishing & family fun. This year, the weekend began with temperatures in the mid 80’s which led to perfect swimming weather. Eventually the temperatures dropped far enough to make fishing the favorite activity. “The Cabin” is a gorgeous log cabin nestled in the woods on a small environmental lake near Aitkin, MN. It’s a great place to get away from it all, and the warm orange glow inside the cabin has a way of refreshing your soul.
This little lake doesn’t have much in the way of BIG fish, but it does have a healthy trout population. We’ve never really tried to fish for trout over Labor Day weekend, however, this year my son Willie demanded we give it a shot. Uncle Brian took Willie & I out in his 14-foot boat powered by an electric motor. We trolled the deep water with small crankbaits & “cow bell” rigs with crawler harnesses. Sometimes keeping it simple makes for a more enjoyable day on the water. No electronics, no big boat, no big motors. Just three guys trolling around hoping to feel the heavy strike on the end of the line. Low & behold, it worked. We managed to catch 3 nice eater sized trout that made the annual Labor Day feast even more memorable.
Keep in mind, just because Labor Day has come & gone, & it feels like summer is over, that doesn’t mean we are going to stop “feeling Minnesota”. Fall brings some of the best fishing of the year & hunting is going to be in full swing soon. As always, remember it’s not about having time, it’s about making time!” Erik Osberg www.erikosberg.com
“The willow which bends to the tempest, often escapes better than the oak which resists it; and so, in great calamities, it sometimes happens that light and frivolous spirits recover their elasticity and presence of mind sooner than those of loftier character.” Walter Scott
This note was cut and pasted from my son’s website, www.erikosberg.com . He wrote it in 2013.
“In our family, Labor Day weekend means a trip to Uncle Brian & Aunt Jean Marie’s Cabin. It’s our way of saying goodbye to summer & one last weekend dedicated to feeling Minnesota. What I mean by that is a celebration of why we live here, sky blue waters, great food, fantastic fishing & family fun. This year, the weekend began with temperatures in the mid 80’s which led to perfect swimming weather. Eventually the temperatures dropped far enough to make fishing the favorite activity. “The Cabin” is a gorgeous log cabin nestled in the woods on a small environmental lake near Aitkin, MN. It’s a great place to get away from it all, and the warm orange glow inside the cabin has a way of refreshing your soul.
This little lake doesn’t have much in the way of BIG fish, but it does have a healthy trout population. We’ve never really tried to fish for trout over Labor Day weekend, however, this year my son Willie demanded we give it a shot. Uncle Brian took Willie & I out in his 14-foot boat powered by an electric motor. We trolled the deep water with small crankbaits & “cow bell” rigs with crawler harnesses. Sometimes keeping it simple makes for a more enjoyable day on the water. No electronics, no big boat, no big motors. Just three guys trolling around hoping to feel the heavy strike on the end of the line. Low & behold, it worked. We managed to catch 3 nice eater sized trout that made the annual Labor Day feast even more memorable.
Keep in mind, just because Labor Day has come & gone, & it feels like summer is over, that doesn’t mean we are going to stop “feeling Minnesota”. Fall brings some of the best fishing of the year & hunting is going to be in full swing soon. As always, remember it’s not about having time, it’s about making time!” Erik Osberg www.erikosberg.com
“The willow which bends to the tempest, often escapes better than the oak which resists it; and so, in great calamities, it sometimes happens that light and frivolous spirits recover their elasticity and presence of mind sooner than those of loftier character.” Walter Scott
It has been five years since the death of my ex-wife Marcia Julia Rudie Osberg. We were married on August 21, 1965. I could have gone to see the Beatles at Metropolitan Stadium that day, but I got married to Marcia at St. Olaf Catholic Church in downtown Minneapolis instead. The wedding reception was held in the living room of the house on the Rudie farm northeast of Upsala. The wedding feast featured baked chickens that had been killed that morning. The beer and booze were served in the milk house.
Marcia was born in the downstairs bedroom in that same farmhouse on May 8, 1942. Her dad had built the house along with the barn, the shed, and the milk house. During her final days, Marcia told our son Erik that her happiest times were ones on that farm. She used to say that she could run barefoot across a newly mowed alfalfa field, and she was proud of it. Three of Marcia’s older siblings lived in California, so the evening of our wedding day we left on a four-week honeymoon to California. Her mother’s half-brother Bill Heisick and his wife Maggie, who had been a model, also lived in California. Maggie made quite an impression on Marcia. So much so that when we got back to Minnesota, she enrolled in the Patricia Stevens Finishing School in downtown Minneapolis. Quite a change for a girl from a farm northeast of Upsala.
Perhaps one of the most dramatic events in our marriage was the purchase of a small farm on the north side of Cedar Lake 3 miles west of Upsala. Marcia’s mother Irene had mailed an auction flyer to Marcia. They both had a lot of experience going to farm auctions. We lived in Coon Rapids, Minnesota at the time. So, on September 15, 1973, we drove to Upsala and parked in the hay field near the house. There was a huge turnout for the “Mrs. Agnes Olson Auction”. The small farm featured 900 feet of lakeshore. Marcia took me into the barn and said “Gary, I want this place, and this is how you win at an auction. When it is your turn to bid, you do not hesitate. Understood? You react immediately.” I said OK and went to see the banker who was a very close friend of my father. In fact, he was Best Man at my parent’s wedding. I had to tell Roland that I wanted to bid, but that I didn’t have the $3,000 cashier’s check. I told him that we would go to town and get a check from Marcia’s mother if we were the high bidder. He took a long time thinking about it, but he finally said OKAY.
The auctioneer started out and I jumped in. After a while I bid $50,000 which was the maximum that Marcia and I had set. The auctioneer milked a bid for $50,500 out of Lee B., the only other remaining bidder. The coaxing went on and on. Finally, Lee said yes to $50,500. The auctioneer turned to me and asked for $51,000. I did as Marcia had instructed and simply nodded my head. It was over. Later it was reported to me that the other bidder stormed away with the comment. “That kid will never stop!” (I was 30 years old at the time) Marcia was 100% correct. We never would have had the enjoyment and fun of living on Cedar Lake if had not been for Marcia.
We were married for 32 years, 1 month and 8 days and we were friends for nearly 24 years after that. May my first date and my first love rest in peace.
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