Thanksgiving, 2025

                                     My boys have outgrown me!

Pie Day

 Pie day at the Sons of Norway. My menu consisted of a ham smorbrod sandwich, cup of mushroom soup, side of salad, and a piece of sour cream peach pie. Filled me right up!

Random Thoughts - Wed, Nov 19, 2025

 It’s been awhile since my last “Random Thoughts.” Well, here is one today…

Some will soon realize their hideous tattoos are permanent … In my life there have been 15 presidents; therefore this, too, shall pass … When they cremate me, I want them to fill me with popcorn so I go out with a bang … On this day Nov 18, 1872, Susan B. Anthony was arrested by a deputy marshal and charged with illegally voting … In Branson, one restaurant throws the biscuits at you … In Dolly Parton’s, they serve a Cornish hen to each/ it takes a big flock … Too bad Carson Wentz got hurt … High school football came and went … What will result from the release of the Epstein file? … I’m still reading history and watching the PBS Revolutionary times … In one of the Branson theaters, this sign hung over a doorway + Some of the riders at Dolly Parton’s.

Seasons Pass Me By

As we write this, a hearty wind is blowing, gusty and damp, as if saying, “get ready, something stronger is right around the corner.” We leave behind the summer season of growth. The more I age the more I appreciate the summer hatches of geese, the flowering plants, the rustling leaves, the gentle breezes combing the grass. But with that cycle completed the earth has started to rest and will soon pull a blanket of snow over itself to sleep. 

Quite a few seasons have passed me by, and when I stop to look back I can add some memories up as lists. For instance, fifteen different men have held the office of president in my lifetime. Franklyn Delano Roosevelt was the first for me, although I do not remember anything about him. I’ve read many history books about that time, so it seems I have some false memories of him. I do remember his successor in real time, Harry Truman, who took office upon the death of FDR. 

The closer we get to the present day, the more clearly they appear. After FDR and Truman came Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan, Bush Sr, Clinton, Bush Jr, Obama, Trump, and Biden. I am reminded of Abraham Lincoln's favorite saying “This too shall pass”

after I look at the list and realize its reality.

Thirteen governors of North Dakota have served the state in my lifetime, beginning with John Moses, the twenty-second governor.  He was born in Strand, Norway on June 12, 1885. His education was attained in Norway, where he attended high school and junior college. After moving to the United States, he continued his education at the University of North Dakota, earning both an undergraduate degree and law degree. Moses was a popular governor who connected with constituents by giving speeches in English, German, or Norwegian depending on the audience. Elected to the U. S. Senate, he served only three months before dying while in office.

If we look at the state’s first governor, John Miller was a bonanza farmer and business man in North Dakota. He served from 1889 to 1891, after it was admitted as a state to the union.

Born of Scotch ancestors in New York state, Miller had moved to Dakota Territory in 1878. With a partner, J. W. Dwight, they bought thousands of acres of land in Richland County.

We can travel back to the first Dakota Territorial governor, William A. Jayne, a medical doctor and  Abraham Lincoln's personal physician. He set up the first territorial government in Yankton. Ten other men followed him in the territorial governor’s chair prior to statehood.

One other group interests me, and I am sorry to say no women have yet appeared as “movers and shakers” in North Dakota’s politics. The group is made up as representatives to North Dakota’s Constitutional Convention in 1889. While in session woman suffrage concerns were led by a historic lady in state politics named Linda Warfel Slaughter. When all was said and done, North Dakota gave women the right to vote on school issues only. Unfortunately for them, women did not receive full suffrage rights until the 19th amendment to the U.S. Constitution in 1920.

In order for the convention to function, delegates were chosen to help draw up the constitution that had to be adopted before the state could achieve official statehood. Delegates came from predetermined districts. While looking at the background of the six men representing this area, including Cass County, something interesting reveals itself. They all came from somewhere else. Andrew Sandager of Lisbon, from Iowa; Reuben Stevens, Lisbon, from New York; Samuel Moer, LaMoure, from Iowa; Eben Chaffee, Amenia, from Connecticut; Enos Gray, Embden, from Maine; William Clapp, Tower City, from Massachusetts.

When you look at the complete roll of all 75 delegates, almost all of them came to Dakota Territory to make their home. The same can be said for the other states that wrote their constitutions at the same time, South Dakota, Montana, and Washington, 136 years ago.

Now plans are being made for The United States Semiquincentennial, a fancy term for this country’s 250th birthday on July 4, which is only about eight months from now. 

I liked the way the Sandra Day O’Connor Institute anticipates this anniversary when they said it isn’t just about dates and documents. It’s about people, places, and stories—millions of them. It’s about how a group of colonies came together in 1776 to declare independence and how that moment set the course for the country we live in now. 

Reaching 250 years is a significant event for any nation. It offers a chance to learn more about how the United States began, how it grew, and how it has changed over time. Every era of American history has shaped the present in some way, from early settlements to westward expansion, from war and invention to civic achievements and cultural growth.

Ms. O’Connor herself represented a step forward when she claimed the distinction of being the first woman seated on the United States Supreme Court. It was a giant leap forward considering the 1889 constitution in North Dakota only gave women the right to vote for school affairs. Justice O'Connor championed civility as a cornerstone of a civil society. The Sandra Day O'Connor Institute's three pillars include civic education, civic engagement, and civil discourse. All are crucial in our current moment, but especially civil discourse, which has rarely been more important and is foundational to our constitutional republic. 

Branson, MO, 2025

 We returned from Branson, MO, tired but happy to have seen many great shows. Here are a few pictures I've collected. Danny O'Donnell is a favorite of many, esp. the ladies.

Veterans Day, 2025

Most of our observed federal holidays come and go without much notice. Some insensitive people might even grumble about no mail or bank service those days. Veterans Day, always on November 11, is upon us. We will just have returned from Branson, Missouri, a town that I’ve concluded is the most patriotic city in the whole USA. We travel with organized bus tours that have always scheduled seven shows per visit. Over the half dozen times we’ve traveled there, I can vouch for the fact that every show we’ve attended has paid respect to veterans in the audience by having them stand and be recognized.

The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918 has a certain ring to it that we can easily remember. That marks the time when the warring countries agreed to a ceasefire in World War I. Beginning in 1938, the date became a national holiday in remembrance of all citizens who wore the military uniform at any time in our history. 

The buildup to entering this war fought on European  battlefields was complicated, almost beyond understanding. Bullets had started flying already in the summer of 1914 after the assassination of the rather insignificant leader of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, the Archduke Franz Ferdinand. Previously, European countries had been harping at one another and were divided into confusing factions of alliances and treaties. As a consequence to the assassination, war began and resulted in a staggering 17 million deaths with 20 million wounded. Probably the best   history of the affair can be found in reading Barbara Tuchman’s The Guns of August.

Here in North Dakota, the mood of the people tended towards maintaining neutrality and that the war in Europe resulted from trade rivalries. As for entering the war, Elwyn Robinson’s book History of North Dakota states “Most North Dakotans believed that munitions makers were behind the preparedness movement.”

President Woodrow Wilson promoted neutrality despite harassment from German submarines that continually sank shipping, including the Lusitania, and a faction who pressured him to enter the war. Wilson maintained his neutrality stance until escalating events forced him to ask Congress for a declaration of war. One good reason for not entering the war had been our woefully unprepared military.

Teddy Roosevelt just couldn’t contain himself. He did not like Wilson and wanted him to step up. He said of his refusal to prepare, “My God, why doesn’t he do something?” Apparently TR wanted to lead a military unit to battle again. Wilson would have none of it, thinking that Mr. Roosevelt would propagandize it into another “Charge up San Juan Hill” and then try to win the presidency again.

The interception of a secret document called the Zimmerman Telegram had a lot to do in convincing Wilson that the U.S. must go to war. Germany had learned of the anti-American sentiment in Mexico and tried to take advantage of it by sending a coded message to Mexico in January 1917. It urged them to consider joining a potential military alliance between Germany, Mexico, and Japan in the event the U.S. entered the war. It promised military and financial support if the Mexicans would attack the United States, and in exchange Mexico would be free to claim its old territory in Texas, New Mexico, and Arizona.

“Good Lord,” President Wilson said when he was told of the details. The telegram was then leaked to the American press that published it to an astonished public in March 1917. A month later, America was in the war.

A book titled Ransom County’s Loyal Defenders by Michael and Ann Knudson gives an excellent picture of the county’s contributions to the military in World War I. The following quote from the book states, “There were over 600 veterans from Ransom County who served in many different units, including the Navy, the Marine Corps, and the Army. There were at least five women from Ransom County who served as nurses.” Thirty one county men and women died in service from wounds, accidents, or illness.

I remember years ago hearing the term Armistice Day mentioned while referring to the holiday. In 1954, President Eisenhower officially changed the name of the holiday from Armistice Day to Veterans Day so it would honor all veterans rather than commemorate the end of a single war.  Unlike Memorial Day, Veterans Day pays tribute to all American veterans—living or dead—but especially gives thanks to living veterans who served their country honorably during war or peacetime.

By the way, “Veterans Day”  spelled without the apostrophe is not a grammatical error. According to the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs, the holiday doesn’t belong to veterans (in which case it would be Veterans’ Day) but is, instead, “a day for honoring all veterans.” We’ll  commemorate the day many times in Branson, Missouri.

A Dozen Roses

A dozen roses, just because...

 

Same Subject Limericks

 

There is nothing profound here…

Fresh lefse brings me on the run

Some like it with sugar and cinnamon

I like thick butter smear

Just watch it disappear

Then I’m ready to grab another one.

…

At first you roll out the dough

At least that’s what I’ve been told

Make it thin

with a rolling pin

Fry it on the stove and... magnifico!

…

Lutefisk and lefse - ya, ya, ya

It all follows an ancient formula

Find a church supper

Find words to utter

This is good - ooh, la, la.

Was it yesterday?

 

The years all run together now... from Oct 12, 2015

He's Growing Up

 My camera caught Lucas lofting a pass. Eleven years ago? He's a sophomore today at Depaul University in Chicago.

11 Years Ago

See your memories

Lynn Bueling

October 15, 2014 · 

Shared with Public

My 8 year old grandson lofts a pass last Saturday.

A Sense of the Past

 The recent June 20 tornado in Enderlin had received a rating of EF3 on the Fujita Scale for its tragic, damaging winds. This column recently mentioned that assessment level as an event that would go down in history. Unfortunately, the day I wrote the piece and sent it off to my editor for her acceptance and further forwarding to printing, a breaking news item appeared. The intensity of its force had been upgraded to EF5. Too late, my mistaken words have now appeared in newsprint the way I wrote them. If only I’d have known…

We hold a sense of the past very high in this household. My wife has immersed herself deeply in researching and writing family histories. She just completed a large one named “Country School Education of Immigrant Children in the Wade/Leahy School District.” It will speak to a very small audience. Heavily foot-noted with over 1,000 entries in the index, it will serve as a comprehensive historical record for the future.

I’ve written several hundred articles like this one you now read. In almost every case some aspect of history served as a prompt to research and write them. It’s gratifying to find people who hold a strong sense of history. The title of David McCullough’s book issued after his death is “History Matters.” Peggy Noonan, a columnist for the Wall Street Journal, recently wrote “We Need to Know History, Especially Now.” Howard Zinn said, “If you don’t know history, it is as if you were born yesterday.” Then there is the famous line spoken by George Santayana that I learned long ago and have never forgotten, “Those who have forgotten the past are condemned to repeat it.”

Maybe this is the start of a ramble, but in the aftermath of World War II my little brain was just starting to process and remember things such as the relief people felt when shortages and  substitutes ended and they could  start buying gas, sugar, and coffee again. Wartime coupon books could be set aside; I still have mine. Old synthetic rubber inner tubes did not make good slingshot material; it didn’t stretch well. Cockshutt tractors from Canada were easier to buy than U. S. models that hadn’t resumed production; was it Pierce Implement in Enderlin that sold them? The list can go on and on.

A couple areas of historical interest have taken much of my research and writing time: early statehood and county history. The fact that the territorial capital was located in Yankton and that Mrs. Mary Todd Lincoln  had a relative whose hands guided its politics for a time isn’t included in present day small talk. Neither does today’s visiting over coffee consider the shenanigans that Alexander Mackenzie orchestrated in getting the capital moved to Bismarck.

Ransom County’s story brims with interesting stories. The man named A. H. Laughlin, an early player in county development, hitched a ride to Sheldon on a sleigh in a winter storm. Because the sleigh was loaded full with freight, he had to stand on one of the runners and froze so stiff he had to be carried into the store when they arrived. He recovered and rode the stage into Lisbon the next morning.

Laughlin became the county auditor, and to his office came the report of a gold discovery. News of it spread throughout the region and a gold rush occurred in the western part of the county. The NP train rails had been laid not long before and reports of trains loaded with prospectors filled the newspapers. The promise of riches dug from the ground fizzled out when everyone realized there wasn’t enough gold to fool with.

A lady named Nancy McClure lived on the historical site of Pigeon Point in the eastern part of the county. Being of one-half Indian blood, she could also be called Winona which meant oldest daughter in the family. Her life reads like a novel. She was taken prisoner during the Indian uprising of 1862, witnessed the hanging of 38 Indians deemed criminal for their actions, married a man who scouted for the army when Fort Ransom was built, hosted many travelers who stopped at Pigeon Point, translated the speech of Indian  leaders, and saw her daughter marry into the Eastman family where a brother-in-law was the medical doctor present at Wounded Knee Massacre who tended to the needs of the wounded and dying. 

We take an occasional trip up Standing Rock Hill in the Little Yellowstone area where we can gaze out an expanse of countryside. Joseph Nicollet and John C. Frémont camped within sight of the site on Monday, August 12, 1839 and named it Inyan Bosndata after the standing rock sitting atop the  peak. The state historical society identified four interconnected burial mounds there that date from 100 B. C. to A. D. 600. Glacial ice thousands of years ago had formed the hill by pushing dirt from a few miles northeast of there. It’s a stimulating little side trip off Highway 46 that awakens the historical curiosities.

The story of the Sheyenne National Grassland east of Sheldon and stretches down into the McLeod area holds historical value with just a little research. Commonly known as the sand hills, it furnishes grazing for cattle, but at one time people tried to farm this land. The drought occurring almost a 100 years ago showed the folly of plowing that grass under when the winds blew. During FDR’s presidency, farmers were moved off the area, and grass has taken root again.

Our history is rich with stories. There was the Ransom County Immigration Association, railroad development, harvest hoboes, horses sold to the army in World War I, the Sibley Expedition across the county in 1862, wagon train stranded in a blizzard, Rex the Red, blacksmiths, baseball stories, General Ransom, and more. I am tempted to gather all these  relevant stories to publish into  one volume in time for Christmas giving. Not this Christmas, though, the one in 2026.

Violence of Tornadoes

The memory of the tornado that struck here on June 20 still resonates in the minds of residents and neighbors. The loss of life that occurred remains in the forefront of those memories. An outpouring of volunteer help aided in the cleanup and much of that destruction wouldn’t be detected anymore by a stranger visiting the area. Driving along Highway 46, I noticed one ruined residence has been leveled over and landscaped. However, looking across the highway to the south a large field of broken tree trunks remains to remind us of the power and mindlessness of the twisting storm. The storm claimed three lives, making it the deadliest tornado to hit North Dakota since 1978.

A weather expert, namely Dr. Ted Fujita of the University of Chicago, applied his expertise to come up with a rating system named the Fujita Scale for the power of tornadoes. Using the Fujita Scale, meteorologists rated the primary Enderlin tornado as an F3 with winds up to 160 mph. The second, separate funnel probably peaked at about 135 mph which places it in the F2 category.

Fajita’s prime source of study was the Fargo tornado occurring in 1957 on the same date, June 20, which he rated as an F5 with winds ranging from 261 mph to 318 mph. He coined some of the terminology we’ve become familiar with such as “wall cloud.” I was fifteen years old at that time and was in the barnyard feeding our pigs.  A pervasive feeling settled on me as I looked to the sky and watched that wall cloud moving across the heavens. I’ll never forget the strange green color of the clouds and how deathly still the air became.

News reporting did not occur “on an active scene” like reporters practice today. Instead, it took a couple of days before in-depth stories appeared to tell us a story of what had happened in Fargo. A family of tornadoes (another Fajita coined term) travelled about 50 miles in North Dakota and Minnesota that reached about 500 yards across. Twelve people died with 103 being injured. Only one other F5 has been confirmed in the state, that which struck Fort Rice in 1953.

Recently we attended a program presented as part of the 75th Anniversary celebration for the Institute for Regional Studies at NDSU where two people spoke of their connection to the 1957 tornado. Catherine McMullen spoke first and told of her father, Cal Olson, the well-known news photographer, taking pictures with his Rolleiflex camera. One of his pictures of a man carrying a dead child from the wreckage earned a Pulitzer Prize. That child was one of a family of six children killed in one family.

Jamie Parsley spoke next. He is an episcopal priest in Fargo and also serves as an associate poet laureate of North Dakota. He, by the way, has connections to Sheldon, wrote a book titled Fargo 1957: An Elegy. Not yet born when the tornado struck, he nevertheless took inspiration to write it by recalling the death of  his mother’s cousin and her husband who perished as a result. His writing reminds us of the power of an F5 when he wrote the cousin’s husband “was killed outright, his body found blocks away. Betty was knocked into a coma, from which she never regained consciousness; she died two and a half years later in January of 1960.”

At the gravesite of the six children, one of his poems states “We are temporary,/ the same way clouds are /when they enter the sky, grow full / as our guts, unleash what they have / and then dissipate.”

Between poems he includes numerous pictures of the damage and destruction left in the aftermath of the tornado’s wake. Included is that picture of the young man carrying the dead child. Pictures of crushed cars are accompanied by one of a finned 1957 Dodge that helps my mind date the tragedy 68 years ago. Parsley’s poem “From There,” written through the eyes of his mother validates my seeing green in the clouds: “There I saw the air turn green / and thought / green? have I ever / before / seen the air / turn pea green?”

North Dakota’s tornado count of 80 in 2025 sets it in first place for the most in a year on record for our state. As for pictures, a couple videos of the Enderlin storm will be studied and looked at for a long time. The one video reported to be taken from a doorbell makes a person shudder as it captures what looks to be a thick-stemmed mushroom continuously lit up by lightning. A storm-chaser put himself and his vehicle in danger while following the storm. He’d made himself so vulnerable that the rear window of his SUV was knocked out.

I saw the damage brought by the tornado that struck near Walcott in 1955 that has been rated as an F4. Seeing is believing, and the sight bordered on the unbelievable. A piece carried by Prairie Public in succeeding years quoted one man’s memory. “The roar grew louder. The windmill blew apart. The barn and granary roofs lifted off; the granary tumbled across the yard like a cardboard box, and the barn collapsed in a spray of debris.”

Regarding the recent storm in Enderlin, one can’t wring any positive results from it except maybe to recognize the tremendous spirit of community that rose to aid victims. Perhaps, one day, someone will write a book called Enderlin 2025: An Elegy.