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A Closer Look at Red Flower

January 14, 2011

 

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It won’t be long before I change the red and green banner at the top of this blog. Before I do, I hope you’ll take a close look at the red rectangle and green rectangle in the banner. They are from portions of Mother’s (Marion Gunderson) Red Flower watercolor, painted in 1969.

Red Flower has been a great seller, with the profits going to the Rolfe (Iowa) Public Library for the online newspaper project. This watercolor is so vibrant and “feels” so alive.

Red Flower is listed online as a print on foam board (or loose in a tube) in three sizes. Also, when purchased directly through me* (with the funds still going to the library) the smallest size is available double-matted in two choices of mat combinations. Either a deep red outer mat and a whitish-cream-colored inner mat. Or, with both mats being the whitish-cream-color. When the small size is matted as such, it will fit in a standard size 11″ x 14″ frame.** The double-matted prints are $29, not including shipping costs.

 

These watercolors were painted by Mother and are now in Bill's and my home. Mother signed the middle watercolor while she was in the nursing home, less than a year before she passed away in 2004. The watercolor had most likely been painted decades prior. (Click photo to enlarge.)

Several people have wanted a print of something painted by Mother, but don’t have wall space to add something large, and/or don’t want to have to take the time to go somewhere to pick out mats and a custom frame. Or, don’t want to have to wait for a custom frame. The pre-matted prints are a win-win-win for all of those reasons.

*Red Flower matted prints are sometimes, but not always, available at the Rolfe (Iowa) Public Library and Wild Faces Gallery in Rolfe. If you prefer to purchase in Rolfe (as to opposed to at the online “store” or through me) anything of the prints offered, and if you let me know your desire, I’ll communicate to make sure what you want is in Rolfe for you. mariongundersonart@gmail.com

**To clarify, the double-matted prints fit in an 11″ x 14″ frame if the frame is cut for those dimensions. I’ve run across one frame that was advertised with those dimensions. However, it was actually a 10 7/8″ (not 11″) frame by 14″ … so the matted print would not fit. Otherwise, the standard size frames have fit just fine.

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I Stepped in It (Part II)

January 11, 2011

(Continued from Part I.)

Here is the farmer after I asked him for permission, and just before loading composted chicken manure into the spreader. (Click on photo to enlarge.)

And, he was! I stopped to ask him if I could take photos to post on my blog. When doing so, I walked out into the field. Just a few steps.

And, after those just few steps it dawned on me that even though I was just at the edge of the field, I could still be stepping in manure, even if I avoided the big chunks. Oh well. Too late!

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A few miles north of Jefferson, Iowa, filling up before the next round (next two photos) in the field. (Click photo to enlarge.)

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Composted chicken manure (from the pile in the previous photo) being spread by a Chandler litter spreader. (Click on photo to enlarge.)

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Composted chicken manure. (Click on photo to enlarge.)

The farmer gave his permission; he also said that the manure in the pile he was spreading was “chicken manure mixed with compost.” Well…that shot my connections from the day before (i.e., the nearby cows, and the sign on the back of the guy’s pickup), but, again, oh well!

I realize this might be a little anticlimactic after Part I. I had so many photos I just had to break it into two parts. Maybe to jazz it up a little we can make believe that instead of me being out and about, it was some other woman. Let’s name her Jezebelle. She’s a photographer for National Geographic. And, she drove into the driveway of the field and went out into the field to talk to the farmer. He offered her a cup of ice water from the cab of his end loader, and they developed a relationship Jezebelle would never forget, only because the manure smell stayed on her mind. Bridges of Madison County-esque!

Now, I must go clean my shoes.

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I Stepped in It (Part I)

January 10, 2011

My shoes are still in the garage. I had such a heyday (two of them) on Monday and Tuesday of last week, ending with me unwittingly stepping in chicken manure and then getting in the car to drive away (i.e., the car did not smell pretty).

North of Jefferson, Iowa.

Last Monday, on no certain timetable, I drove to Rolfe for an overnight stay. Just north of Jefferson I looked to the west and saw a beautiful picture: a field with straight east/west rows of stubble and a manure spreader* throwing out chunks of manure. By the time I thought to take a picture, I was too far past the rows of the spreader location. By the time I turned around and came back, the spreader was at the opposite corner of the field. It appeared that the operator was taking a break.

I imagine that any farmer (or maybe just anyone, period!) will roll his/her eyes reading this post. Actually, I’m kind of embarrassed to say I did this because it was just so loosey-goosey. However, one thing I’m learning more after leaving full-time teacher-librarian work four years ago and having melanoma (now being almost five years cancer free) is to smell those flowers. So, here’s what I did.

When the tractor stopped at the edge of the field near the manure pile, I pulled off the highway and started to drive up the gravel road. I wanted to ask the farmer if he’d soon resume spreading manure. Just as I got near the field entrance, he pulled out onto the gravel road. Do I stop him? Or, do I just keep driving?

By the time the few seconds passed before we met on the road, I hadn’t developed a game plan. I drove past him and over the hill (so that he wouldn’t think I was stalking him!), planning to turn around. But, there were some cattle just past the hill on the opposite side of the gravel road. Hmmm. Cattle. Manure. I made a connection!

This bovine was over the hill across the gravel road from the spreader/manure pile. (Click on photo to enlarge.)

 

(Click on photo to enlarge the "bleep" text on this sign.)

So, I stopped and took photos of the cattle. Then I drove back to near the manure pile and saw the farmer’s pickup (which was there the first time I went past.) On the rear window of the pickup was a sign, which, if I had seen it in the Target parking lot, or if Jackson was with me and could read it, I’d think it was highly inappropriate. Somehow, seeing it out in this field, it seemed to fit. I made another connection!!! Boy, I’m really learning now!

This pile is the same field as in the first photo. The windmill was not in this field. (Click on photo to enlarge.)

After taking many photos, I drove the rest of the way to Rolfe, scanning the countryside for another operating tractor/manure spreader. I didn’t see any, but from a distance, took photos of anything that might have been a stationary manure spreader. (When I got home, at closer inspection, I realized that almost all of the maybe-a-manure-spreader photos were of something else.)

Once in Rolfe I ran several errands and did some work at Gunderland, all the while hoping that on my drive back to Perry the next day, the same guy would be out spreading manure north of Jefferson.

Since this is such a cliff-hanger, I’ll post Part II mid-week.

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After I post Part II, I’ll stay out of the manure talk and probably move on to a post about Mother’s watercolors of the Pocahontas grain elevator. Or, something else!

*I later learned it was a Chandler litter spreader.

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The Cattle Chute at Gunderland

January 8, 2011

Gunderland, about 1969 or 1970. (Click on photo to enlarge.)

Almost always at this blog I include things that I hope will appeal to people outside of my family, as well as my family. However, sometimes I post something more with the narrowed intended audience being my own family…to keep our heritage fresh in our minds. I figure this is probably one of those posts.

In the last post I mentioned Charles’ (my brother) recollection that Daddy fed cattle one year in the 1950s. That made me wonder what photos my family might have related to those cattle.

Hmmm … Below are two photos of my five siblings and me on/in front of the cattle chute at Gunderland. On both photos my notation says “Christmas 1977.” In these photos, I was a shade over five months pregnant with Abby.

The cattle chute and we were on the west side of the barn (toward the north end) that stood at Gunderland. In the thumbnail photo (above left), the camara is “looking” south-southeast. The right-hand side of the barn is the west side of the barn.

December 1977. L to R: Helen, me (Louise), Clara, Marti, Charles and Peg. The wood pole in the background at the left is in the vicinity of the house. (Click on photo to enlarge.)

The photo above shows more of the roof and chute. The photo immediately below shows more of the west side of the barn. Later the roof of the barn was damaged. Neither the barn nor the chute stands any longer. Sometime I’ll post more about that.

December 1977. L to R: Helen, me (Louise), Clara, Charles, Marti and Peg. (Click on photo to enlarge.)

 

This photo of Gunderland was developed in 1965. The barn and cattle chute are toward the left side of the photo. The cattle shed is between the barn and corn crib; none of these three buildings is still standing. (Click on photo to enlarge.)

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The Mystery Item Is …

January 7, 2011

This is a manure spreader beater bar. (Click on photo to enlarge.)

UPDATE January 24, 2010: I just received a subscription notice for this post, so assume that all of the other subscribers of this blog did, as well. I have not opened the editor of this post since I published it, so the notice was sent in error by the blog service. Because this is the second time this has happened, I will check with WordPress Support to see if whatever glitch can be fixed so this doesn’t happen again. Again, I apologize for any confusion. Louise

In the previous post the “mystery item” is ….. a manure spreader beater bar. In their comments, Chris, Glenn, and a gentleman who emailed me knew exactly what the item is, and Patti and another woman were close knowing that it was used to break up something in the field.*

Below is a YouTube video about today’s ABI Classic Spreader. I have no idea if all of the information in the video is valid, but I do know that the segment from the 2:49 minute mark to the 3:56 mark illustrates the principle of the shredder (i.e. what we are calling the beater bar).

I asked my brother, Charles, what he remembers about the manure spreader that Daddy (Deane Gunderson) had/used. Charles said he remembers that it was red, and thinks it was a McCormick. Of course, we don’t know for sure that the beater bar shown here is from our red manure spreader, in which I rode to get to the school bus one day!** But for sentimental sake and since it was found either at Gunderland or where my dad was raised, I want to believe it is the same unless I find out differently. (If you know something about the shape/design of it that would mean it is from a different kind of spreader, by all means, please let me know.)

Charles said that our dad’s spreader was used for both hog manure and cattle manure. Charles said, “I never ran it.” Then, with a chuckle he said, “But I filled it up!” Sometimes with a pitch fork, but mostly with a shovel.

“Dad also had a cage put around the spreader so the corn sheller could blow the corn husks from corn shelling into the spreader. He’d also load corn cobs into the spreader to spread out in the field to get them out of the farmstead, and also for a little bit, but not much, of nutrient value.”

Charles said, “Dad stopped having hogs within a year or two after Grandpa died [in 1956], but then I had 4-H hogs through my sophomore year, which would have been until the summer of 1959.”

“At one time he also had cattle at Gunderland. I think he had cattle only for one year and that was after the barn was built. [Charles estimates the barn was built probably before 1948, and the wood crib was built in approximately 1951.] He bought 100 heifers and fed them to 750 pounds. Maybe that was the year Grandpa died. I don’t know for certain the exact year. Dad took the cattle to market in Sioux City and sold them at the stockyard there. At the time Dad thought he might want to feed cattle again. He soon found out that the cattle someone was trying to sell him were the ones he had just sold!”

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I learned a new vocabulary word last night. Tilth. Bill told me that spreading the cobs, etc. is good for the soil’s tilth. As the Rolfe notable science teacher Mr. Spaulding has told me several times, “A word a day keeps the idiot doctor away!”

*Thank you to all of you who passed along what you either knew what the item is or were guessing. It is fun for me to receive your comments, whether on this blog or in your private communication to me.

**The getting-to-the-school-bus story is told in the third paragraph of this post.

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What is this mystery steel item?

January 4, 2011

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Anyone have an idea what this item (pictured) is? And, if so, any elaboration of how it works and/or how you were involved with something similar at some point in your life?

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Winter Inside and Out

December 28, 2010

Looking south-southeast. (Click on photo to enlarge.)

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This morning when I looked out the window I felt like I was in a Currier & Ives* setting. Sparkles-cold-white outside. Christmas tree-warm-colorful inside. Perfect for some sort of Irish Mocha Mint commercial.

Each of the photos in this post includes contrails*, with a more recent one (i.e., more of a straight line) in the second photo. Before seeing these contrails, I had just watched the news reports about airport closings and canceled or delayed flights out East, with approximately 450 people spending the night at LaGuardia. Yikes.

As I watched the jets/contrails today, I couldn’t help but wonder how many of the people in those jets were counting their lucky stars that they weren’t stranded in an airport.

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I didn’t know until today that “contrail” was short for “condensation trail.” How did I miss that? (If you didn’t know it either, come on and raise your hand!)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Currier_and_Ives

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I’ll add a snowy Christmas-time post later today.

December 24, 2010

By 1:00 PM CST time today I’ll add a new snowy Christmas-time post. I hope you’ll check back to see it today or tomorrow if you have time.

I know some of you will be with family, and some of you will be missing family. Whatever your Christmas Eve and Jesus’ Birthday will be like, I wish for you a peaceful Christmas Eve and Christmas.

Quelf (From the Land of the Farm!*)

December 20, 2010

Me, Katie, Hal and Bill playing Quelf at Gunderland --- the farm --- on July 30, 2010. (Click on photo to enlarge.)

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Are you looking for a really, really fun and pretty crazy board game to give to and/or play with family or friends over the holidays (or any time)? If so and if you and your potential players are between the ages of 12 (or even a few years younger?) and anything older, Quelf is the game for you.

In late July when our whole family was together, about ten of us ranging in age from the 20s to the 60s played Quelf. We had a blast.

Typically the maximum amount of game players is eight; the minimum is three. However, since we had so many wanting to play, we had six people playing individually and we had two pairs of players. The pairs also work well if a potential player is a little inhibited; the other person in the “pair” can be the safety net and do anything that the first person doesn’t want to do. However, if there was any inhibition by any of our players when we started the game, it evaporated by fifteen minutes into the game!

I think the pairs work well also if you have anyone who wants to play that is, say, between the ages of 7 or 8 and 12. In that age range players might be a little young to “get” everything about the game. However, if paired with someone older who is willing to either interpret and/or act out whatever a drawn card says to do, the younger person (in my opinion) will do just fine in being a part of the fun.

Also, if someone in a “pair” can’t be around for the whole game, he/she can still participate but just leave when necessary.

There’s very little information about the game at the http://www.quelf.com web site. However at another web site is the following (plus more) information:

“Quelf is the unpredictable party game that gives Random a new name! Whether you’re answering hilarious trivia, performing ridiculous stunts, or obeying silly rules, Quelf will inspire you to use your creativity, wit and sense of humor in ways you’ve never imagined. As you move around the game board, as one of eight quirky characters, crazy things start to happen. Your friends start talking strangely. Your mom’s face is wrapped in toilet paper. Your dad is acting like Dracula. And you are reciting a poem about your armpits.”

When I checked the YouTube site, I found one video (below) describing the game of Quelf. I think that video gives somewhat of a bland portrayal of the game, but it explains the mechanics well. However, the other videos I saw make it look more like a beer party game. If you view the YouTube videos, in most of them you’ll see beer bottles. Also, in some of them you’ll see people acting out some things that are on the edge of being a little racy. Be assured that the game has nothing to do with alcohol and also that it is a 100% “clean” game (unless participants choose to make it otherwise). FAMILY FRIENDLY!

I just saw Quelf on the Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Walmart web sites. I think our game was purchased at a Target.

UPDATE: Since posting I’ve found that the game is sold out in many stores, including online. As of this morning (12-20-10), it is in stock at Amazon.com and has the option of standard or 2-day shipping.

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* One of the Quelf cards drawn said that whenever something happened in the game (I can’t remember what it was) we all had to say, “Quelf! From the Land of the Farm!” (Or, maybe it was “In the Land of the Farm.) If I recall correctly, the last person to say it each time had to move back a space or have some other penalty. Anyway, how appropriate that we were at the farm when we played!

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Perry’s Lighted Christmas Parade

December 8, 2010

Always on the Friday night just after Thanksgiving is Perry’s (Iowa) annual Lighted Christmas Parade.

In the fourth photo are Marines who served with Lance Corporal Josh Davis. These Marines traveled to Perry to honor Josh who was killed on May 7th of this year while serving in Afghanistan.

Clicking on the photos will enlarge the images.

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For these photos taken November 26, 2010, I used my 50mm lens and f/1.4 and ISO 1600 settings. The shutter speed varied.

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