Does this remind you of your family vacations? ‘Get out of the way! I’m taking a picture!’ – Twin Cities

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Photography Division

PAPAGENO writes: “A lot has been said about our selfie-obsessed culture, but I thought I’d add some perspective.

‘I scanned my parents’ photos and the 8 millimeter films. (Both passed away a few years ago.) I just went through over a hundred photos from their trip to China in 1987. And I kept exactly three—because those were the only ones my mother had in them. None of them had my father. The rest were endless throwaway photos of landmarks and scenes that meant nothing to me.

“If we were traveling today we might be taking historical photos, but we would know that you can always find better photos of Tiananmen Square or the Forbidden City on the internet. It may be a subject to ridicule, but it is actually much more interesting for our friends and especially our kids to see pictures of us enjoying those trips.

“Do you want me to take one of you two together?” No one would have ever offered that in 1987, but now it happens all the time. Say what you will about the modern age, but that has to be a plus. (Bulletin Board says: That offering may be more common these days, but it certainly wasn’t invented after 1987.) My travel photos now have as many photos of me and my partner as disposable landscape photos that mean no one else.

“I wish I had more pictures of my dad. And I wish I could tell him, ‘Come closer! I want Mommy to fill the frame!’ In the photos of so many people, there is a person the size of a fingernail that is so small that you can hardly distinguish them with a magnifying glass.

“I sometimes joke that on family trips, Dad would say, ‘Get out of the way! I’m taking a picture!’ Of all the thousands of family vacation photos and movies I’ve gone through, I wish there were more real family.”

BULLETINBOARD SAYS: Perhaps by coincidence, we recently came across this lovely article about Anatol Josepho, the man who invented that original selfie generator, the photo booth:

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Just coincidence? Division (Architectural subdivision)

GREGORY J. of Dayton’s Bluff reports, “Topic: A Tale of Two Churches.

“I’ve been researching the history of St. Mary’s Catholic Church, which is in the Lowertown neighborhood of St. Paul.

“As sometimes happens when digging up the past, something unusual surfaced. This is a very short version of the story of two churches separated by 10 miles and a hundred years, and how they are connected.

“The first St. Mary’s Church was built in 1865 in the fashionable residential area of ​​Lowertown, in Ninth and Locust (now Lafayette). It was an impressive building of blue limestone, with an 80-foot bell tower and an adjacent chapel. At its dedication, it was declared ‘the most beautiful church in the city’ and ‘a jewel of architectural beauty’.

“It was a sturdy church and survived, with only some damage to the roof and windows, a tornado in 1904 that toppled a nearby church, many houses and trees and destroyed the High Bridge. However, the church could not survive the growth of the city of St. Paul. The neighborhood began to change from residential to industrial as railroads and businesses displaced homes. In 1921 a new church was built to the west at Eighth and Rosabel (now Wall). It is still in use. The old church was sold to a sawmill in 1922 and was eventually demolished.

One of St. Mary’s most loyal and active parishioners was Mary T. Hill, James J. Hill’s wife—yes, the James J. Hill. James wasn’t Catholic, but Mary was. During the summer, the Hills moved far inland to escape the city heat to a farm they owned called North Oaks. Mary, her children and grandchildren would then attend Sunday Mass at St. Mary of the Lake Church in nearby White Bear Lake. Mary died in 1921, just as her own St. Mary’s Church was being replaced by a new one.

“About the same time, St. Mary of the Lake planned to build a new church. Three of Mary Hill’s very wealthy daughters decided to honor their recently deceased mother by donating money for the new St. Mary of the Lake Church in White Bear Lake. But as we well know, the rich can be an eccentric and quirky class of people – so the girls also determined that the new church should be an exact replica of their mother’s beloved St. Mary’s in St. Paul.

“Money talks, and so it was that in 1926 an identical St. Mary’s Church arose in White Bear Lake, where it still stands today, a century after the original St. Mary’s ceased to be a church.”

Exterior of the church

The permanent family file

Includes: Then & Now (responsorial)

CHEESEHEAD BY PROXY, “back in Northern Minnesota”: “I enjoyed the stories from READS THE FUNNIES FIRST (Sunday BB, 1/16/2022) whose father spent time with them when they were little.

“We used to play a similar vehicle game from the car on road trips. Our kids would pick a low number and take turns driving past cars on the other side, seeing which car was “theirs”. One time my husband was playing along, and his car was a real junker, with smoke coming out of the engine as it rumbled. We all got hysterical about ‘daddy’s car’.

“This was over 30 years ago, and I still laugh about it!”

Random harvest?

RAMBLIN’ ROSE: “Topic: What Are the Odds?

“I don’t consider myself a particularly lucky person at games of chance. When there is a raffle, I know my ticket purchase is going to a good cause; I’m not going home with something new. I was once at an event where 25 door prizes were given out to about 150 attendees. You’d think my chances would be pretty good getting one of those gorgeous new books or lush plants, but no. Every ticket number within 10 numbers of mine was called, and there I sat, smiling in front of all the winners cheering, wondering if I had done something terrible in my youth that would have doomed me this way. And yet, perhaps happiness is only in perception.

“Recently I received an envelope in the mail. I knew immediately that I had won a drawing, and I admit I was not entirely happy. No, this was the jury duty draw, and I’d won again. Now, our constitution guarantees you a trial by a jury of your peers, and I think that is certainly better than what is happening in other parts of the world. It is our civic duty to participate when called upon, and I will answer this call. But really, I might have won this drawing too many times. This is the sixth time I have been chosen and called up.

“The first time I was at university in a different state. I had moved there, so I was in the pool of potential jurors. I was excused, however, as classes were in progress at the time; I thought that was reasonable. They haven’t called me again.

“Minnesota seems to be stuck with me, however. I was called to our great state within a year of my return. They will deny it, but deep in my head is the idea that new residents somehow have their own special pool Just say Anyway I served And I served again several years later when I got a call from US federal court Just a few years later my county called me but apologized when they saw how recently I but later they called again, and again I served. They learned how to divide it, so they don’t have to excuse you. And now I’ve won again. I’ll serve, but I’m not looking forward to being in a room full of strangers during a pandemic.

“I wanted to calculate the probability of being called that many times over a 30-year period. The pool, or universe, is made up of registered voters, licensed drivers, and people with state ID cards in your county. My province has about 266,000 inhabitants; I couldn’t find any data on how many licensed drivers and registered voters we have, although I’m sure there is. There are other variables that could come into play, and I don’t have that information. The Math Nut happily assures me that being called repeatedly while others are never called is an indication that the process is truly random. Okay, that’s a good thing. However, he was only called once in his life, and never in this province. He got a call while he was in college, and Hennepin County didn’t apologize to him even though there were classes; he missed several days of school. I hope that process has changed.

“So the moral is to do your civic duty and be happy that the opportunity exists in this country. But really, I’d like to share it.”


This ‘n’ that ‘n’ the other ‘n’ the other ‘n’ the other

AL B van Hartland: (1) “I sat at the table with friends. As we were having breakfast I noticed I had an elbow on the table, one man was wearing a hat and another was looking at his cellphone. I wondered what my mother would have said. “No elbows on the table.” “Take that hat off!” ‘What in the world is that thing you’re looking at?’”

(2) “The feeders were busy. ‘You eat like a bird,’ an aunt liked to tell me when I picked my food as a boy. I tried to find and disarm everything that could be good for me. But I didn’t eat like a bird. A titmouse is allowed to eat 35 percent of its weight in food each day, and a blue jay can eat 10 percent of its weight. In general, the smaller the bird, the greater the percentage of its body weight in its daily food intake. They need more calories in cold weather.”

(3) “A fox squirrel found its way onto the roof of our house. It started running in circles and sounded like something between an immense herd of buffalo and wingtip shoes in the dryer.”

(4) “I watched through my binoculars as a crow flew to a country road and picked up a McDonald’s bag and flew off with it. I was hoping it was gift-wrapped chips.”

(5) “I was on stage at a storytelling festival far from home when an audience member asked how I could become a storyteller. I told her the story of a neighbor’s barn fire that occurred during my childhood. The frightened cattle dispersed. A male calf was found 30 miles away. I have learned that a little bull goes a long way.”

Now & Then

Leading to: The highfalutin pleasures

RANCID BEEF of South St. Paul: “Topic: Can you say ‘Mr. jaws’?

“Growing up in the 1970s, I listened to music on AM radio. WDGY and KSTP and KDWB are the stations I listened to most often.

“When my young friends and I called a radio station to request a song, the DJ asked how old we were. We always said 14. It was rumored that radio stations wouldn’t play your request if you were under 14.

“I sometimes wonder how many requests the radio stations received from beeping 14-year-olds at the time.”

Released in time

Everyone is a Copy Editor Division

Email from DONALD: “Subject: NFL Time Travel.

“From the ‘ON THE AIR TODAY’ section in Monday’s Sports section of the paper west of St. Paul:


“’NFL Playoffs: Arizona in St. Louis 7:15 Ch. 5, ESPN’

“Somebody, warn Roger Goodell!”

BULLETINBOARD SAYS: Roger Goodell? We’re going to warn Paul Tagliabue!


Here’s The Mighty Wickard, “hailing from Blaine, where the driveways seem to get longer every winter”: “Subject: Now Hear This.

“Today’s random thought: How come all the people who ‘hear voices’ telling them to do bad things never hear things like ‘Go Shovel The Mighty Wickard’s Driveway’?”

Band name of the day: hearing voices

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