Marilyn Dieckmann's Blog: Keep moving forward...
August 24, 2015
It’s been months since my last blog post, but I’m back!
TreeQueen Tea & Gifts is time consuming, but a joy too. A large portion of our inventory is hand made by us: soaps, lotion, candles, jar lamps, ornaments, wreaths, birdhouses, planters and wee homes of all shapes and sizes… and of course all 3 EVERWUD books are available in paperback. It truly is a magical place.
Today is my dad’s birthday. And even though he’s been gone for nearly 30 years, dancing with Mom in heaven, I have him to thank for the creative dreamer in me. IF he had a dream, he would make it come true.
No project or dream was beyond his realm of possibilities. From a scooter to a cabin cruiser, furniture or home repairs, he did it. He could make anything if he truly believed. And if he didn’t know how… he’d read about it and figure the rest out for himself. Keep moving forward… always.
He needed more room in the garage. Rather than tear down the old garage and build a new one, he cut the old one in half, spread it apart and filled in the gap. Seriously.
I miss him. Just as much today as I did 30 years ago… some grief doesn’t go away, it’s simply easier to bear with time.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!
With mom, forever in heaven.
Forever in our hearts.
Have a wonderful day!
From Marilyn with love…
February 25, 2015
For my mom…
Memories of a Farm Kid, (in her own words) dictated to me for a rural township celebration.
MEMORIES OF A FARM KID
By Narciss ���Nardy��� Gilberg
My father was born in Vazec, Czechoslovakia on March 16, 1889 and came to the United States in 1912. My brother John was born in Vazec on December 26, 1911 and father left him with his mother at age 6 months and came to America. In 1916, he and his mother came to America also and stayed at Ellis Island for four days because his mother was ill with ���Brights��� disease, a disease of the kidneys and they were afraid she would have to go back. John was very glad to see our father meet them, and they all went to Minneapolis, Minnesota.
John���s mother had a daughter named Mary who only lived 3 months in 1917. She died February 27th and is buried at Cedar Lake Cemetery. John���s mother never truly recovered from the Brights disease and she died February 1, 1918, and she is buried at Crystal Lake Cemetery.
My mother, Mary Svac, was born in Luzany, Czechoslovakia on November 23, 1895. She came to America and married my father at Holy Emmanuel Lutheran
Life in the flats.
Church on April 21, 1919. My sister Helen was born on February 14, 1920 when our parents lived in the Bohemian Flats. Father had bought the green house at 128 Mill Street. There was a faucet in the middle of the street where all of the residents got all of their water.
Bohemian Flats, Minneapolis.
The outdoor ���biffy��� was in the back of the house. Everyone got along on the ���Flats.��� It was a nice village.
Father and brother John went to Blackduck on May 7, 1921 on a railroad train. They took furniture, wallboard, 2 horses and a heifer. Mother and Helen came up later since Helen was still such a small baby and Father and John had to ride in the railroad boxcar.
The folks lived in the south end of the log barn for the summer and moved across the road for the winter��� where I was born on October 22, 1921. I was the first baby baptized at the new homestead on November 13, 1921. Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Ferencik were my sponsors, and they came up from Minneapolis on the train with Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Soltis, (my mother���s sister).
We were poor by today���s standards, but we didn���t know it as everyone else was too. Mom worked hard at making it a cozy home without plumbing and the niceties of a modern house. We had kerosene lamps for light and we had horse manure piled up around the house in the fall to insulate it and generate heat. To wash clothes we carried in water to heat in a boiler and scrubbed them on a washboard by hand and then hung them outside to dry��� summer and winter.
John was 10 when he went to Blackduck to the Maesse school. He never graduated because then if you could write your name it was enough. Father didn���t encourage us, but mother did. His word was law and you didn���t dare express yourself.
The old church built just beyond the ‘north 40′ of our farm.
There were other families nearby. John Balash family was in Blackduck first, and John Michalicks in 1922. In Moose park Dan Zustiak was there before we came��� he was the first settler, then John Mazurka and the Michaliceks. Mike Feriancek, Mike Garai, Paul Michalko, John Peterson, Sam Ellis, John Hagen, and Otto Stom were in Hornet township.
Brother John was confirmed in the Maesse school by Pastor Hiene of Tenstrike where there was a parsonage and the church was built later. Slovak services were conducted in the homes. Mrs. John Thullen was instrumental in getting services at the Maesse school on Sunday afternoons. We had mission stations at Hagali, Northome, and Moose Park for a few years conducted by Pastor Hiene.
We lived off the land and we never went hungry as many others did in the
Father and a team of horses often rescued us from a blizzard at school. No rescue was more welcome!
depression. Our cows gave us milk and butter, hens laid eggs and we had meat and potatoes and canned foodstuff. Home churned butter was wonderful tasting with fresh baked bread every other day, and mother���s raised donuts were a delicacy and did a lot to give our home an atmosphere of love and security as we came home from school or the field.
We never grew tired of bible stories and there were discussions from time to time concerning the reading, and they made an impression on us. Confirmation classes were held on Saturdays and we studied bible verses and other material found in Luther���s small catechism. We were confirmed at 13 years old, and the girls were dressed in all white and the boys in suits. It was a solemn and impressionable occasion.
After that we joined the Luther League and met once a month, usually Sunday night at church. I knew Christ was a part of my life, a feeling that has remained with me always.
The Maesse School as it is today…
We attended a one-room Maesse country schoolhouse, there were as many as 31 students from first to eighth grade. I remember that when you had ���to go��� you always raised your hand and brought in a load of wood on the return trip! Boys on one side��� girls on the other. I also remember that Mr. Baney was very strict and I cringed as he used the ruler on some kids.
The entire school as it was, many years ago. Miss Costello was teacher. I���m in the front row.
Our Christmas program was singing carols and skits. We also had a manger scene, and Santa brought bags filled with nuts, candy and an apple. Father never got the Christmas tree until Christmas Eve. It was brought in frozen with snow all over it and we decorated it with home made ornaments and real candles. We had to watch it so it wouldn���t catch on fire.
We also had a program at church on Christmas Eve which was put on by the Sunday school. Many classes gave recitations to do with the birth of Christ, and Bethlehem, the shepherds, Wisemen and we even put on a costumed pageant of the birth in the stable. After the last carol was sung, we���d get another bag of treats. When we got home we each opened the gifts from our parents��� mostly things we needed.
My father had a rupture and a Dr. Albert Schweitzer operated on him on our dining room table. His wife was the nurse and he told my father that in 10 days he���d be all right. He later became famous in Switzerland.
Our last day of grade school was special and we had a picnic, and what a treat it was to have homemade Jello with bananas, homemade ice cream and fried chicken. After the Maesse school closed we were all transported to Blackduck. That was a hard adjustment to make for all of us. We went from ten-minute classes, to one hour periods. It was not easy to do especially since I worked for the seventh grade teacher on my study period. The bus cost us $4.00 a month to ride and so I worked for it. We each left the farm as soon as we were old enough, and with a big family coming up we had to make room for the others. My brother Rudy was 17 months old when I left.
We had six girls and 5 boys in our family. Helen, me, Mary, Margaret, Ann and Dorothy, and John, Dan, Paul, Tom, and Rudy.
We all got married and went our separate ways, however, we all still went went back to the farm to visit and help with the chores that needed to be done.
I married Sheldon ���Shelly��� Arnold Gilberg on June 21, 1947
Father died on December 5, 1959 and Mother came to live with Shelly and me her last five winters. She died February 23, 1968��� she was the sweetest woman who ever lived.
When we retired in 1984, we moved back up to Blackduck from Minneapolis and built a new house to retire in. We lived out on the Scenic highway and it was a beautiful place.
My family is still close. My brother John���s wife died and he lives alone in Menominee, Wisconsin and my sister Helen lives in Bloomington, Minnesota. Her husband died in 1967 and she still lives alone. My brother Dan lost his wife and re-married and lives in Minneapolis. My sister Mary and her husband Norman live in Rochester, Minnesota, and Ann and her husband Glen live in Scandia. My brother Paul���s wife died in 1990 and he lives alone in Two Harbors, Minnesota. Brother Tom and his wife Arlyce live in Bemidji, Minnesota and my sister Dorothy and her husband Ernie live in Richfield, Minnesota.
Shelly was the most creative man I���ve ever known. This is the cabin cruiser he built he in 1949 and we kept it at Lake Minnetonka
I was the closest to my sister Margaret who recently passed away, and her husband Pat still lives in Blackduck. I miss her very much.
Life was good on the farm and in the country, even though we thought it was tough at the time��� it was good. There were potlucks, and pie and basket socials at the Hornet Town Hall. It was to earn money for the community.
I had my first trip to Minneapolis when I won a trip to the State Fair with a 4H gardening project. I stayed in a dormitory a whole week.
Our farm was a place where dreams grew as well as the livestock and crops, and all manner of things in the field and meadow.
My parents seemed to understand that without dreams, life on the farm would not be of much value. They left a promising, secure family situation so each of us could strike out on our own.
Dad���s dream was more of a practical nature that had to do with building up the farm where his family might know security in its growing years. And it would be a legacy to who ever chose to farm it.
My grandmother Mary.
Mom shared Dad���s dreams concerning the farm as well, but her dreams were also of a family that was loving and whole. Her dreams were for happiness����� and she was a success.
My mom passed away June 23, 2008 but her memories live on.
I miss you mom.
From Marilyn with LOVE…
February 14, 2015
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!
With all the negative thrown out there, I thought I’d send out a bit of JOY!
It’s all about attitude. Mine is quite good, and no… my February 14th’s haven’t all been wonderful with a sweetheart. As a matter of fact, I’ve had more Valentine’s without one!
Timmy, Kelyn & Jesse
However, I have 3 sons who are the breath of my life, the beat of my heart, my JOY, and they are my sweethearts too! I send out LOVE and�� JOY today and every day to bless my sons. They have my heart forever and for always.
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When I was 52 I met my sweetheart Don Dieckmann. It took 52 years to meet my soulmate and best friend, but I did. He is the LOVE of my life and I thank God for him every day.
Isn’t it wonderful we have a special day to shout I LOVE to the world?
Happy Valentine’s Day!
From Marilyn with love…
January 30, 2015
I can SEE!
Four months ago I finally had cataract surgery on both of my eyes. The double cataracts in each eye limited my sight more than even I realized! The clouds and shadows had been with me for so long, it was a whole new world when the veil was lifted! White was truly white and VERY bright!
No longer can my husband sit six feet away from me and make faces… I can SEE him now! He still makes faces, but at least I know!
However, the post cataract world is not as wonderful as I’d hoped it would be. One eye is perfect! The other eye… eh. I’ve had gooey, itchy eye problems and was told by the doctor it would go away eventually. Well, it hasn’t. I still have problems reading for long periods of time, and the itching drives me nuts! But, it is slowly going away. So I live in hope!
I finally finished EVERWUD! Yes, EVERWUD 3 will be available soon in both e-book and paperback. Hooray!
The day I finished EVERWUD I felt as if a huge chunk of my life was over. Joey and the gang have been with me for sooooooo long, they’ve become part of the family. And readers… this last book does not have a cliff hanger.
Don and I are working on a Valentine’s Day opening for our gift shop (TreeQueen Gifts) and I’m rewriting DRAGON TREE, when I have time. We manage to squeeze quite a lot into our days.
Our customers will totally love the new candle scents! I finished�� pouring blueberry pie candles yesterday and they totally smell good enough to eat! (Available on our website too!)
It feels great to be back and I promise to keep my posts regular!
Have a wonderful day!
From Marilyn with love…
Now that I’ve got that emotional outburst out of the way I can continue with my topic. There is absolutely no such thing as affordable health care! NO where… NO how!
The poor have always had options… I know, I’ve been there. The rich don’t need them, they can afford exorbitant health care costs and probably get a break or tax right off. BUT, those of us in the middle get the shaft every damn time! Those of us in the middle get reamed by income taxes and NOW the idiots in government are going to gouge us even more with a damn penalty for not paying OUTLANDISH premiums to get garbage coverage and deductibles that take your breath away.
Example. A young man, works hard, pays all his own bills. NO two income family and his premium is $147 a month (with the so-called tax break) and a $4000 deductible. That is… $1764 a year for nothing, because he has to pay $4000 before he gets any coverage!! THERE IS THE CRIME FOLKS! He will have coverage after he pays $5764 out of pocket. He is healthy, works hard and is getting totally screwed by the system!!! WHY?
Because if he doesn’t pay for this outrageous garbage, he will have to pay a TAX PENALTY!
Because Obama thinks we all need to have coverage that is NOT AFFORDABLE!
Well, Obama YOU PAY FOR IT!
Another example. My husband and I have medicare and it costs us $104.90 EACH a month. But, medicare doesn’t cover all the expenses… so we also pay for a supplement which is $109 EACH a month. AND because neither of these cover medications, we pay for prescription plans. $453.80 a month just to be covered and we are on SOCIAL SECURITY! After ALL the years we worked and paid into the government coffers, we are STILL PAYING DEARLY for medical. THIS IS A CRIME!
I am outraged, livid, and trying not to scream again.
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS AFFORDABLE CARE… SOMETHING NEEDS TO CHANGE.
Have a wonderful day…
June 9, 2014
Change is tough. Even more so the older you get… I know. I’m coming up hard and fast on 65 and it’s a strange feeling to know I actually made it this long.
More times than I care to remember, I promised myself that I wouldn’t allow age to take its toll on me. I vowed that I would be financially stable, trim (menopause is lethal), and energetic.
I’m here to tell you now that I LIED to myself!
LIFE has a way of getting in the way and it doesn’t care what kind of plans you make.
I found the man of my dreams, my soul-mate at age 52 and LIFE has not been kind to us. Well, in truth… it hasn’t been totally awful, but it’s been tough. My sweetie has had 2 strokes and God decided to bring us together for just that reason… I listen. I have a weird sense of intuition and ‘know’ when stuff happens to those I LOVE. Don would not be with me today if not for that voice screaming in my head… GO NOW! Thank God I did!
In 12 years we’ve taken wonderful vacations, opened a TOTALLY unique gift shop (& closed it), remodeled an old house, created 90+ miniature fairy treehouses, written 3 novels, built an amazing magical & enchanting playhouse… and we are still moving forward. LIFE.
Yes, we are struggling financially, and menopause hit me way too hard, and there are too many days we get nothing done… but we still have each other and that my friends… is EVERYTHING!
Starting today… doesn’t matter anymore. Let LIFE do what it wants. We’ll deal with it together.
We have LOVE! ★¸.•´¯`★ ❤ ★¸.•´¯`★
Have a wonderful day!
From Marilyn with LOVE…
PS ~ I’m writing a cookbook. By special request, it’s a collection of my recipes so they won’t be lost.
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May 21, 2014
I’m going to write something new… a political commentary.
First of all… I’m not left or right or on the fence. Sitting on the fence you’re sure to get a splinter up your ass! I am however, an American. I think there are fools, thieves and idiots on both sides of the fence and too many folks with splinters up their butts on the fence who don’t vote!
YES, I vote! However, I will not vote a party candidate… I WILL vote for whoever makes the most sense to me as an American. To follow a party is to place limits on your constitutional right to choose the best ‘person’ for the job. My ballot, when I vote, is always a hunt and peck ordeal. I CHOOSE to vote for the best candidate in my opinion who shares my view.
Way too many people vote a party ballot… they just go down the list and check all the boxes for the party without even considering issues or point of view.
The truth is… the voting system is SO far from perfect I doubt we will ever attain a reasonable facsimile thereof. We the people don’t really have a say in the matter anyway… but we should still vote.
One of the biggest issues in the political arena is healthcare. Where in the constitution does it say every American must have healthcare or pay a penalty if they don’t? It doesn’t.
The reason healthcare is a necessary evil is because of cheating giants like Sanford! They deliver poor service and rob you blind with excessive charges! Ask me about the day I died and was NOT told about the botched procedure before I signed the waiver!!! Sanford Medical was paid over $6000 for that mess, and I’m still paying my share of the bill. I feel violated and cheated… now the government is doing the same.
Yep, I’m upset. Affordable healthcare is absolutely what we the people need! IF the government wants to help… then the CHARGES FOR MEDICAL TREATMENT must be governed and STOP penalizing those who need it!
We paid HUNDREDS of dollars in medical premiums only to be BILLED hundreds more for treatment received! What did we pay for?
In less than 3 months I’ll finally have medicare and then I can get a few things taken care of. I’ve been without coverage for 3 years since I retired. Don had another stroke and retirement was necessary. He has medicare already and we know from experience, it’s not a picnic either. We”re drowning in medical bills…
What’s the answer? I guess we need to take a look at countries who don’t allow their citizens to be reamed for their healthcare. This includes DENTAL & OPTICAL too! Dentists charge outrageous fees and they get away with it!
Time to wake up! The powers that be need to DO THEIR HOMEWORK before they make us pay even more!
No splinters here… I know exactly where I stand and I’m tired of the whole mess.
Have a wonderful day!
From Marilyn with love…
April 16, 2014
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Leaning against the cool wood of the hotel room door, she met his stare trying hard not to smile like an idiot.
“This was fun.”
Drew’s eyes flashed. “If you ask nicely, I’ll let you take me to bed.”
She shook her head at his antics. “What if I’m not feeling especially nice?”
Drew brushed his hand over her hip. “You’re right. You do feel naughty,” he agreed. Holding her stare, he bent closer, giving her time to protest his advance. The door opened at Aubree’s back. If she hadn’t hit the solid wall of Max’s chest, she might have ended up sprawled across the floor. Tilting back her head, she took note of the angry expression on Max’s face before switching her gaze back to Drew. His eyes danced with humor as he mouthed, “Denied,” and Aubree slapped her hand over her mouth to smother her giggles.
“Have a nice night, Drew.” Drew ignored Max’s snarling words.
“May I see you again?”
“I’d like that,” she answered without hesitation. Max growled. At the sound, Drew flashed him a cocky grin before giving her a wicked version of it and turning away. As soon as he moved out of the doorway, Max slammed it closed, focusing his ire on her. She’d never seen him truly angry before now. She laughed nervously.
“Are you drunk?”
“No,” she answered, incredulous. “I’ve had two glasses of champagne all night.”
“Your face is flushed.”
Aubree shrugged. “I’m happy. I had a good time.”
Max prowled toward her. The hard set of his jaw caused a flutter of desire to run through her. “Did you forget who you came here with?”
Unable to think of a single retort, she shrugged again. “I’m young and single. Why shouldn’t I enjoy myself?”
Max’s eyes flashed dangerously. His tone had a bite to it when he spoke. “You are not single.”
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Thank you, and have a wonderful day!
From Marilyn with love…
April 1, 2014
Powerful words, and they get bandied about with varying degrees of sincerity. But, what does it mean to truly believe?
When I say I believe, it’s because I sincerely believe in the vast possibilities in heaven and on earth. I believe in God and angels, in miracles and magic, wee folk and the power of nature. How can we not believe when we are surrounded by such spectacular creations here on earth? How can we limit ourselves to that which is tangible and truly within reach?
My mom is an angel… I was at her bedside the last 5 days of her life. NO ONE should die alone. I was there when the angels came to escort her home. Whether or not you agree, it doesn’t matter… I believe.
At 4am on her last day… I felt absolute PEACE enter the hospital room, and a cool kiss like a soft breath on my cheek. That presence (which I believe was an angel) stayed until she was ready to go. I was showing the nurse photos of her life and as I said, “my mom is so beautiful…” mom took her last breath. The last words she heard on earth were mine, and I will carry that with me forever.
♥ I believe.
I’m a mom and grandmother, and I pray every day for angels to guard my family. My sons never doubt my unconditional LOVE for them, and they know I will ALWAYS be there for them. I am truly blessed… they ALWAYS tell me they LOVE me too!
I plan to watch over them forever.
♥ I believe…
When I was a child I could feel for others, more than a simple or casual emotion… because I could feel pain. If someone bled, I actually hurt for them. I still do, but not to the same degree as when I was a child. Why would anyone want that privilege? I’m not sure, but I consider it a gift… When Don had his strokes, I knew. I felt his pain and confusion and I rushed to his side. He is my LOVE and my soul-mate.
♥ I believe…
Is there evil in the world? Absolutely… and you can put any name or face on it you choose. I’m not going to nitpick over something that I choose to keep as far away as possible. However, I will give evil a swift kick every chance I get… in whatever form it takes. Enough said.
So today, let your spirit soar!
Take a minute to look for the magic in your life.
Whether you agree or not… it’s there.
Have a wonderful day!
From Marilyn with love…
March 9, 2014
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