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If you are over 60 years of age you may be faced with what to do with mementos from your past. You’re learning to make adjustments to your life.
My Mom took on the role of family historian. She corresponded with dad’s four to five sisters, as well as her own.
That which occupied your spare time and life, your hobbies or passions, has disappeared into the future.
John and Kathleen Noid of Cedar Rapids, Iowa and sometime summer residents, agreed in a note about changing values. I thank them for writing.
A DQ lunch at the house with friends Sue and Lowell Syverson, also from Iowa, was also a treat. Sue and Muffin Nelson handle the children’s Art Camp at Pioneer Mine and encourage the creative spirit with various art projects and teachers.
I’m glad my Mom became the family historian, keeping in touch with her own family and Dad’s sisters. Some stayed with us for a while. One sister, a teacher lived in the Tower area after the gold rush.

We’ve lived in our house on Boundary Street for nearly 30 years. It was Pat and Chickie Harristhal’s before and originally the home of the Muscatelli family.
There is a backyard but you can’t get to the alley. I was trying to explain why to my granddaughter Kinlee but I agreed it doesn’t make sense.
It’s my understanding CCC crews built the rock wall that extends 10 feet up from the alley. There is a gate (with a lock on it) but if you opened the gate you’d be jumping from the top of a basketball hoop.
Kinlee accepted the gate doesn’t open and set off playing. With the dogs running around her, Kinlee fought off imaginary bad guys with her baseball bat and climbed into her room, which in an alternate reality is a red plastic Radio Flyer wagon.
Later that day we set up boards in the backyard and played bags, all in celebration of Evan graduating from Bemidji State University in four years.

Where is he? He is in the garage, he’s working on the boat. Something wrong with it. I doubt it, but that’s what he said, working on the boat.
I finish my coffee; she offers me another steaming cup. I sip at it, thinking, it’s kinda cold to be in the shop this early, I’ll nurse this cup, then head out there to see what he’s up to.
She tells me about the grandkids, some gardening she has been able to do and then I’m offered yet another cup, and so with it, out to the garage I go to find him, legs sticking out of the bow like two thick oars flailing, and he is howling.
I ask if he is okay, he shouts, “No, I’m not okay, get in here and get me right side up. “

Somewhere, legendary shop teachers Bud Adamic and Steve Smrekar Senior must be shedding a tear. It’s too bad such a historic structure as the Industrial Arts Building has to come down later this month. When I was an ISD 696 custodian 40 years ago, I got to know every secret place on campus from the heating tunnels under Kennedy Elementary to the crawl spaces above Memorial High School. The basement of the Industrial Building had plenty as well.

Saturday we joined a group of ATVers on a ride up the Echo Trail. It was a beautiful day and the ride turned out to be a great way to get outside this spring.
We started with nine machines and picked up four more along the Echo Trail at the Keen residence. All told we had 23 people and two puppies on the ride. The pups were a big hit.
Our first stop was just past North Arm Road where a puppy needed to be transferred to a warmer rig. With that accomplished, the group loaded back up and headed north. Next stop was at Ed Shave Lake.
We didn’t have a meeting place for Bruce and Tracy, who had left Crane Lake about the same time we left Ely. Ed Shave turned out to the meeting point and our group grew to 14 machines with 11 side by sides and three traditional ATVs.

To a pre-teen girl, there were challenges everywhere. Across the street an old macadam two lane highway led to what had become the outer limits to my environment.
In the 1950s, the lure to walk there was three fold. On the north side of the highway was the area airport and many small planes. Further south was the Oriental waterpark - a forgotten dream of some past homeowner.
Alongside the road on the left was a small unnamed creek. One could wade through mud to the cool, sandy bottom and catch tadpoles in the moving water. My best friend Bobby was usually along for the outing too.
My mother, a nurse, did not approve. Polio was taking children by death and sorrow and one of my cousins was in an iron lung at the time. Doctors Salk and Sabine created an immunization to stop mother’s fears.
We were inoculated.

The local music world is going to miss Earl Bulinski, who passed away suddenly on April 3, 2021.
We talked on the phone the other day and Earl said he would be playing with a band in South Padre and that I could tune in on Facebook.
“I’ll be sure to listen,” I said.
“These guys are really good,” said Earl. “They even make me look good!”
That was Earl, self-deprecating, always with a joke and a smile. Our conversations were marked by laughter.
During his March 30 set in South Padre at Lobo Del Mar Cafe, Earl told the story of being born in Chicago in 1948 and his dad, Emery, buying Snowbank Lodge in Ely in 1956.
“We went back and forth to Ely, Minnesota which is eight miles from the Canadian border,” said Earl. “It’s a little woodsy up there.
“After four years my dad bought a house and that’s where I actually grew up. And started our first band, The Electras, in 1962 in Ely, Minnesota.

Being a grandparent of a soon to be five year-old girl brings with it a flurry of emotions with every visit.
Out in Moorhead last weekend Kinlee was a non-stop bundle of energy.
She served us meals from her toy kitchen and even had McDonald’s items to choose from. Based on our stop in Chisholm on the way over, I’m thinking Kinlee’s pretend food was as good or better.
She even wrote down our orders with an apron around her waist - first class service, no doubt.
On Saturday she had a play date at Sky Zone, a trampoline park in Fargo.
We got there at 9 a.m., which is a time set aside for the younger kids. After putting on special socks, Kinlee and her two friends were off and running.
First they climbed up several steps under the watchful eye of a teenage worker and jumped to a large trampoline below.

by Muffin Nelson
The Annual Ely Children’s Summer Art Camp run under the auspices of the Ely Arts & Heritage Center at Ely’s historic Miners Dry is scheduled for 2021.
It will begin Monday, June 7 and end Wednesday, June 9 from 9 - Noon each day. Mark your calendars now.
A community Art Show showcasing student art work is featured at the end of camp at noon on Wednesday.
Up to 50 children in grades one through sixth are welcomed to new projects each year for a fee of $50 each. We are looking for new teachers and projects in any medium.
Teachers are paid and all supply costs are covered. Do you have a hobby, craft, or skill you’d enjoy sharing with young students?
There are four 40 minute class sessions each day with students rotating in groups to each teacher. Projects can be completed in one day or might require two or three days. You may bring a helper or Art Camp can supply adult assistants.

Arrests/Citations:
• Medical- Individual arrested for Domestic Assault.
• Traffic Stop- Individual issued a citation for Driving After Suspension.