While going through the papers that have accumulated in my life, I came across a long letter from my friend Lois Phillips Hudson. I hadn’t heard from her for a long time.RELATED CONTENT
My friend Eiline Torguson Nelson celebrated her 107th birthday on the 25th. When I went to her party two years ago at Bethany Homes, where she now lives, I sat down next to her, and she took my hand, and said, “It’s little Andi.” She’s known me since I was born in 1940.RELATED CONTENT
The season’s last lutefisk dinner at the Fargo Sons of Norway is April 6. I plan to be there. And when I partake of these meals, I never sample the meatballs that are served alongside, as I prefer to concentrate on the ambrosial flavor of the lutefisk.RELATED CONTENT
Years ago I taught a soufflé class in which we made Jacques Pepin’s Lettuce Soufflé and Pierre Franey’s Chocolate Soufflés.RELATED CONTENT
In preparing for Valentine’s Day, thinking about chocolate is a useful pastime. And it’s none too early.RELATED CONTENT
One of our favorite fall and winter dishes is stuffed bell peppers or cabbage leaves.RELATED CONTENT
Between the two of them, they have almost 100 years of employment at the Fargo Public Library. Diane Briggs began at the old Carnegie Library in 1967 and Steve Hubbard started there as a part-timer in 1966.RELATED CONTENT
When I think of marzipan, I think of my family’s friends, Chris and Virginia Jensen.RELATED CONTENT
It’s been 10 years since I wrote about rullepølse, that tasty Norwegian holiday delicacy.RELATED CONTENT
Last month when I looked at the ballot for the “Best of the Red River Valley,” it was brought home to me how many things have changed since I was a young adult in Fargo in the late 1950s and early 1960s.RELATED CONTENT
Early day Fargo did not lack for medical facilities. Among the smaller facilities was the Stone Sanitarium at 611 South 8th Street and later at 1337 Broadway.
Cooking equipment as well as cookbooks have always been my downfall, and as I try to pare down, I’m pitching out. In one box went the flan rings, croissant cutter, timbale molds, a brioche mold, a fancy pate mold, a Pullman bread pan and many tartlet tins better known in a Norwegian kitchen as sandbakkel tins. None of the preceding had ever been used.RELATED CONTENT
The gatehouse of my memory sat across Broadway east of the Great Northern Railway depot, just north of the Empire Tavern. It was a 6-foot-square building on stilts with a 22-step stairway going up the side.RELATED CONTENT
It isn’t easy to find the new location of the North Dakota State University Archives. Stashed out in the old Knox Lumber Co. warehouse at 3551 7th Ave. N., it’s the last right turn before Interstate 29 on Seventh Avenue. The NDSU Archives are the historical records of the university going back to its founding. The collection includes the archives for the Institute for Regional Studies.RELATED CONTENT
Until I came across a 1928 clipping in The Forum’s library, I hadn't imagined a neighborhood of family homes on Eighth Street North between First and Second avenues.RELATED CONTENT
Some of the happiest memories of my 12 years in the Fargo schools are of the art classes at Horace Mann from 1946 to 1952, Ben Franklin from 1952 to 1954 and Fargo Central High School from 1954 to 1958.
If those of us who live here remembered what the weather was like the previous winter, we might consider living in a more southerly climate. Some do go south during our cold months, but I think the majority stay home. And you get used to it. In years gone by, we even went to school when the weather was bad.
“ ‘Architects Have Varied Background In Building Design’ “Robert B. Cerny, Ralph Rapson and W. J. Seifert are the three architects who are drawing plans for Fargo’s new City Hall and auditorium building to be erected in the civic center area along 4th Street North between 1st and 3rd Avenue.” – The Forum, Oct. 7, 1956 At the time that story was written, the area between Fourth Street and the river and between First Avenue and Third Avenue North had been leveled for urban renewal.
Memories of the holidays seem to last a long time, and at my age I’m happy that I can recall the celebrations of my youth.RELATED CONTENT