The Church

Here is the little church of the Angle. It's very small and heated by woodstove. I would guess it holds 40 or 50 people maybe?? I understand it doesn't have the same speaker every week, so no specific pastor and no specific denomination. The piano player was gone the week we went, so we didn't get to hear any music. We were sitting right in front of the woodstove, so it was a little warm for me. Rick will tell you the hotflashes were because Mike,the man leading the sermon, was calling on people to read out loud from the Bible. P-A-N-I-C. I'll admit that thinking about trying to look up a Bible passage under pressure in front of people I didn't know, that all knew each other, had me looking for an escape route. Tyson got restless and started crawling around under the pews, so I had to take him outside. Thus I never got called on to read and I didn't get a good idea of the sermon. But it is a sweet little church filled with nice people.

**A few days later I was going into Warroad to do my shopping and realized that Mike, that did the church sermon, works at the border as a Customs Agent. As he checked me through to the US, I had to smile to myself. I was thinking that this man working for our country, also works for the most important Customs Agent there is. He checks me into my country, while the big guy will check me into eternity.

For Mom

Happy birthday to my momma back in Washington. The toughest lady I know, who has complained less about cancer than most people do about a common cold. You gave me everything you could, even when you really couldn't. You put up with me as a nervous child, through my wild teen years and my college years when I had no direction. You became my best friend when I finally realized you really did always know best. You were there to welcome both of my children into this world and I'm proud that your face was the first one they saw. I love you. I miss you. I thank you for the home you made for me.


Love, Hugs, Kisses, Smiles.

The Dump

It seems that living in the Angle teaches you that the most simple and ordinary things can have the best stories. The mundane details of daily life, such as going to the dump, can have thier own rites of passage. Rick drove to the dump as a kid, long before he had a license. He can't remember what age he started driving there, but he knows he wasn't big enough to see over the steering wheel. He sat on a Sears catalog but still couldn't be seen by oncoming traffic. He knows he was driving there alone by age 11 or 12 maybe. The bears spent a lot of time there and one particular bear crawled right in the back of the truck. He says he would coax the bear cubs in to the truck bed so he could try to pet them. Apparently the bears weren't threatening for the most part, and you just got right out and threw your garbage away without waiting for them to leave.
The dump is about a 5 minute drive from our house and one of the guys goes there every few days. We just throw our garbage into the "garbage truck" each day and when it gets full, someone drives it there. This is one of Tyson's favorite things to do. He gets to "work" with his dad and throw stuff into a machine. A little boy's dream.

The trash squisher. That isn't what people call it and I don't care about it's technical name.

As I've said before, people put up notices for events at the dump. The top one is advertising a progressive dinner this Saturday, if you're interested. To the right, are the upcoming specials at Jerry's.

It's very neatly organized and has bins for everything. Nothing is out of place, nor is there litter on the ground.

The dump is also known as "The Mall". People drop stuff off that they don't want anymore and other people can grab it. You can get all kinds of used goods here. The picture isn't close enough, but there is a remote taped to that TV. Free to good home! I've only been here in the winter and haven't seen The Mall at it's prime, but I've heard it gets quite the collection of stuff....appliances, antique type things, toys etc. Plus, you'll most likely know whose house it came from.

It isn't the usual smelly heap of dirt that we're all used to. It looks more like a nice recycling center.