News and musings from the vicinity of Fox Street and Willow, Long Lake, Minnesota... the Johnsons at home and away. That's us.


Look up, to find your way.

Filed under: General by Helen on 10/27/2005

Look Up

Originally uploaded by HelenJr.

“In very truth he was, the noblest work of God — an honest man.”
– by Abraham Lincoln, From the February 8, 1842 Eulogy of Benjamin Ferguson

“In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares.”
– by Araham Lincoln, From the December 23, 1862 Letter to Fanny McCullough

“I know not how to aid you, save in the assurance of one of mature age, and much severe experience, that you can not fail, if you resolutely determine, that you will not.”
– by Abraham Lincoln, From the July 22, 1860 Letter to George Latham
This picture, taken by my father in 1952, has always fascinated me. It’s almost a Norman Rockwell view. Whenever I visit Washington, DC, I visit the Lincoln Memorial. It brings back to me, not the messages that Lincoln would have me learn (sorry Mr. Lincoln), but the messages that my mother and father would have me learn from even an early age.

So why post this picture? Just because, today, I was reminded of how much I have learned from them about being a person.


Hard frost last night – Rose Leaf

Filed under: General by Helen on 10/25/2005

Hard frost last night – Rose Leaf

Originally uploaded by HelenJr.

Our first hard frost of the season. It’s the only one that matters. After the frost, the garden is done. It is always so decieving….. in the morning, the leaves and flowers stand proud and jeweled. But as the sun warms them, there is nothing left to keep them standing. They wilt, hang limply, turn black. Now we know that winter will really come. Time to get out the mittens.


Twin Cities Marathon, Mile 25

Filed under: General by Helen on 10/3/2005

PA0260421 – Twin Cities Marathon, Mile 25

Originally uploaded by HelenJr.

Focus on the finish. All else follows.
I’ve stood on the curb and cheered runners on in the Twin Ciries Marathon for several years now. It must be one of the most beautiful maarathons in the country. Crisp air, autumn colors in the trees. It should be a joy to run. But once I tried a 5K run (a mere shadow of the 26 mile marathon) I realized that the runners never see the scenery.

At the beginning is the crush of 10,000 people eager for the test. By mile 25, some are limping, some are crying, most are hurting, all are simply focussing on putting one foot in fromt of the other, again, again, again. At the end is simply the gratitude that it is over. They will likely wait till tomorrow to be proud.

And, proud they should be.