Today I start my 10th year at The Messenger.
Today as in the 27th, not as in Sunday. When you're just starting, they don't make you work Sundays. Most times.
As much as Christmas, this anniversary makes me misty. Christmas doesn't do that any more because I don't have to want to be here - I am here. But when I think about everything that's gone on in these nine years, it's misty-fying thought.
When my family first started watching the Lawrence Welk show on television, I fell in love with Dick Dale and his voice. You can imagine how excited I was when I heard he'd moved back to Algona, his hometown. It didn't take me long to beg for an interview.
For those who don't know him, Dick Dale is just as sweet and wonderful as he seemed on the television screen.
When we lived in Eagle Grove in the mid-1980s, we were part of a card club in the Vincent area. That group doesn't play cards any longer, but I've got memories. Like Jimmy Schliske, who just showed up to watch, telling me I "scared the tar" out of him when I used to babysit for them so many, many, many years ago.
About once a month Loree Clarken and I go out to Duncombe to see my aunt, Doris Hansch. We play dominos. Except when Joann Hammitt joins us - then we can play cards.
I like being part of the Vincent community, even if I don't live there. When my dad died and we were taking him out to the Newark Township cemetery from St. John's Lutheran Church, a train stopped us in Vincent. Such a thing almost never happens. Mom laughed - the kind of laugh where crying wants to come instead - and she said. "Well, that's fitting. He loved this pissy little town."
That's the feeling I have. I love this area. Vincent. West Bend. Pocahontas. Bode. Livermore. I love this area, and I'm glad to be here.
So long friends, until the next time when we're together.
Contact Sandy Mickelson at (515) 573-2141 or firstname.lastname@example.org