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Page 6 Gambling online? Gamblers warned of possible loss of escrow accounts The Minnesota Department of Public Safety (DPS) Alcohol and Gambling Enforcement Divi- sion (AGED) Thursday, April 30, annotmced that it has served writ- ten notice to 11 national and regional telephone and Internet- service providers (ISPs) instructing them to prohibit access of all Minne- sota-based computers to nearly 200 online gambling Web sites. Online gambling is illegal in all U.S. states. Written notice was served to AT&T Intemet Services, SanAntonio; Charter Communications, St. Louis; Comcast Cable, Moorestown, N.J.; Direct T, Los Angeles; Dish Net- work, Englewood., Colo.; Embarq and Sprint/Nextel, both of Over- land Park, Kan.; Frontier Commu- nications, Stamford, Conn.; Qwest, Denver; Verizon Wireless, Bedmin- ster, N.J.; and Wildblue Communi- cations, Greenwood Village, Colo. "We are putting site operators and Minnesota online gamblers on notice and in advance," says John Willems, director of AGED. "Disrup- tion of these sites' cash flow will neg- atively impact their business models. State residents with online escrow accounts should be aware that access to their accounts may be jeopardized and their funds in peril." Believed the first attempt by a state to employ this federal statute to restrict access to online gambling sites, the letter cites U.S. Code, Title 18, Section 1084, (d); notices were delivered Monday, April 27. Congress 'Dingmann00 uneral Care Butla! and Cremation Services View obituaries, guestbooks and videos on-line Kimball * 3(3(320) 398-5055 www.dingmannfuneral.com For more information Church Obit. enacted the statute in 1961 in recog- nition of the need for states to control illegal gambling activities and granted authority for use ofthe statute to state law enforcement agencies. Response from the notified ISPs is expected within two to three weeks, at which time issues of non- compliance will be referred to the Federal Communications Com- mission (FCC). Acknowledging the effort as an initial sample, Willems anticipates the program expand- ing to address thousands of sites, depending on compliance. He notes that the required technology to restrict geographic access to par- ticular sites is a relatively straight- forward procedure on the part of service providers. In the written notices, AGED also provided the sites' telephone numbers and requested access to those numbers by Minnesotans to be prohibited. For more than two decades, telecoms have shut down telephone numbers at the request of law enforcement agencies when believed to be involved in illegal activities, such as sports book-mak- ing telephone numbers. "In MInnesota, and for Minneso- tans, the primary issues are legality, state self-governance and account- ability," says Willems. "In broader context, the long-running debate on online gambling continues to raise significant issues, including absence of policy and regulation, individual rights, societal impact, international fair-trade practices, and funding for criminal and ter- rorist organizations." Kimball Area . Emergency  Food Shelf__ inc. St, Anne's Church in Kimball IO - 10:45 a.m. Tues./Thurs. Also open 2nd Monday of the month: 5:30-6:30 p.m. tel. (320) 398-2211 For after-hours emergencies, call one of the area churches. Garage LLC i Thursday, May 7, 2009 MN .... :: --=! ....... 'N 00)igt0rp 0000latterg Compiled by the Kimball Area Historical Society Rubber Ice By Elizabeth Cooper Mike From the pen of Elizabeth Coo- per Mike, Kimball Historical Soci- ety member and her book "The Girl From Stickney Hill, Kimball Prai- rie, Minnesota." (Reprinted with permission of the author.) It was a long ago spring of rub- ber ice on a Minnesota farm. The winter had been long and hard. Ice- bound lakes and ponds stayed fro- zen solid from early fall until well into spring. And spring came slowly that year. Winter seemed reluctant to release its icy grip but gradually ... a little each day ... the ice soft- ened and became "rubber ice." On one of those spring rubber ice days my brother, sister, and I bundled up in our winter clothes to go out and play. My brother and sis- ter were both younger than I. Jack was around 10 and Peggy was 9. I was 12. As we pushed out the back door, I took the lead in my mother's wide- brimmed black ostrich-feathered "church" hat which I had grabbed at the last moment. The sky was a clear blue-grey. The sun shown warmly through the black lace pattern of trees whose swollen leaf buds formed tiny black nuts along its bare branches. Low brown hills close around us sent tiny rivulets of melting snow water down into the back yard. Overhead birds chirped their special spring song. Underfoot our four-buckle boots splashed through mud and water as we headed for the nearest pond. I could see Daddy strid- ing toward the barn, a hundred- pound sack of grain on one shoul- der. Dressed in high boots, over- alls, and a heavy woolen Mackinaw jacket, he carried the sack of grain with ease. In deference to spring the earflaps of his winter cap were tied up. and his unbuttoned jacket swung loose around his waist. He must have heard our voices for he set the sack of grain down just inside the barn door and turned toward us. My father's walk was always deliberate and steady, never hurried. Now, steady and unhurried he came toward us. We stopped. I knew before he spoke a word. I knew. "You kids going out to the pond?" We nodded. "Well, stay offthe ice." A chorus of three voices assured him we would. Pushing his cap back on his head, he looked around, breathing deeply. "Sure's a nice day," he said. "Yup, it's a nice day," he said . Respect Peace o: House of Kimball Assisted Living at its Finest Ammenities to meet your needs: 3 meals per day & snacks Scheduled activities Church activities Housekeeping Laundry services Medication services with LPN and RN services available 24 hours per day call Jo',ce Quest LPN/Mana er again as he turned toward the barn. He took a few steps and stopped, Thoughtfully he looked back at us. "You kids know the ice is dan- gerous this time of year. Promise... promise not to go on the ice." Impatiently, we assured him once more we wouldn't go on the ice. I remember thinking to myself, "We won't go on the ice. I know we won't. Well, I know I won't." We went through the garden gate and along the south side of the corral. Pig smells and other animal odors floated around us. Past the empty orchard we went. We crossed the garden where limp cornstalks and rotting tomato vines lay dead together. We stood at the pond fence. Holding the barbed wire for each other, we crawled through. That day I was happy with child- ish play. My 12-year-old, fast-devel- oping body, soon to move into the world of boys, was content that day, playing with my younger brother and sister. In the lee of a tree, we found a small mound of snow which had escaped the warm rays of the sun. We tossed a few slushy snowballs onto the ice. We threw out some small sticks and stones. I picked up a rock about the size of my fist and let it fly. All slid across the ice to the other side. The ice seemed firm. Running around the edge of the pond, we threw bigger and bigger sticks and bigger and bigger rocks onto the ice. Jack even dragged an old tree branch over to the pond's edge and pushed it out on the ice,. Brightlythe sun shone overhead as it moved toward noon. I could see the back door of the house, the roof of the barn, my father not at all. I don't remember who stepped on the ice first or exactly how I got in middle of the pond but suddenly there I was. It was good rubber ice, giving just a little under my feet. Dancing around, I shivered with excitement, calling for the other two to join me. Suddenly, the soft ice was giv- ing away under my feet and I was plunging into the icy water. I sailed my mother's hat toward shore and grabbed at the edge of ice to keep from going under. "Help! Help!" I directed my cries to the roof of the barn. I thought, "I'm going to drown. I'm going to drown," Help! Help!" This time I directed my cries toward shore, toward lack and Peggy. Brave little Peg rushed to grab my outstretched hand and slid down into the water beside me. There we stood in water more than four feet deep. Boots, coats, everything a heavy ice wet. Jack was jumping and hopping around on shore, trying to decide what to do but certainly not following the route my sister had taken. The water was up to my neck, By holding my sister up, I could keep her mouth above water. To my sister, I kept saying, "Find a rock to stand on! Find a rock!" To the sky I wailed, "Help! Help! Help!" Breaking through the ice into ankle-deep water with every step, my cautious brother pushed the tree branch out to us. Clutching the branch with one hand and break- ing ice with the other, we wad- dled along slowly until we finally crawled up on shore. Two bedraggled soggy messes headed for the house. The sun had gone behind a cloud. The smell of spring was raw and cold and unfriendly. Long before we reached the garden gate; I could see my father standing there, a thin willow switch in one hand. Head high, a stream of muddy water trailing off my clothes, I marched past that stern figure with as much dignity as I could. Twice I felt the sting of the switch as it snapped across my numb, wet stocking-clad legs. It didn't hurt my legs much, but my beloved father had hit me and my heart was heavy as I walked to the house. My humiliation was com- plete that evening while lying qui- etly wide awake in bed, I heard my father's low voice and then his deep chuckle as he recounted the day's event to my mother. I closed my eyes and hot tears slid down my cheeks. "Echoes Down a Half Century" - a seven-part series by member and writer Duane Stanley, was pure joy to be able to share in the life of one from our pioneer fami- lies. Until he writes again, we will cherish those memories with him. Thank you so much, Duane! Now, another gifted society member and pioneer family member donates her writing talents for this column in the months ahead. Kimball Area Historical Society welcomes back anther, former Kimball area res- ident Elizabeth Cooper Mike for more of her delightful memories, that might remind you of some of your own. It has been an exciting start of springtime in Kimball's historical society, as April 28, we celebrated The Greatest Generation with guest- speaker Professor Lloyd Petersen from Marshall, Minn., and the U of M, who shared a huge part of his history talent, exhibit, and sto- ries that even involved the over- flow audience from age 13 to the 80s, with World War II great and true stories. And there were rave reviews about the City Hall Resto- ration moved inside during Phase 4 of the preservation project. Restoring Kimbalrs City Hall is perhaps the greatest opportunity we will ever have to preserve Kim- ball history. Our passion for pre- serving history and this historic building is only exceeded by the fact that 84 percent of the population agree with us. We hear the com- ments "awesome" and "inspiring" often. This wouldn't be possible without your donations, a match- ing state grant and the city's partic- ipation without raising taxes. You need not be a historical society member to make a dona- tion now or a pledge-now-and- pay-later plan. Doing one of these by June 1, qualifies our project for the matching grant. What a way to grow money! Tax deductible too. But if you prefer, join our team and become a society member too! The price is right and so is the com- raderie. If you have your story and would share it, consider sharing it with other interested Tri-County News readers. Contact us about all the above at the Kimball Area His- torical Society, Box 100, Kimball MN 55353, Phone (320) 398-5743 or 398-5250 anytime. We look forward to hearing from you. May is National Preservation Month!