

There is something very unique and special about a small town baseball team. There are no try outs or cuts. Come out for baseball and you are on the team. They all believe they can achieve greatness because a few small town North Dakotans have achieved big time dreams in the Major Leagues.


My mother doesn’t love being photographed and certainly not being posted to the blog often. However, I love the sweatshirts we are wearing. Yes they have a cow (specifically a Polled Hereford…breeds matter to cattle folk)..and wheat on them. They represent the family farm which has been a part of our family for five generations in North Dakota, since my mom’s descendants got off the boat from Norway and homesteaded in eastern North Dakota.
My mom had the sweat shirts embroidered for every family member on her side of the family and we each received it as a gift for Christmas. So cousins, aunts and uncles unite–send me your pictures wearing the family sweat shirt as I would like to include them in an annual family calendar for the upcoming year for Gma Nola and Gpa Sonny.

I wore my orange today for Stellan. We added him to our prayers when I first read about him in your blog and have been praying ever since.
Happy Spring!
AHHH! I saw that picture on her blog and was wondering who that was…that was you!!??? How cool…