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In the year 1620 my moth- er's ancestors boarded the May- flower in Southampton, England, for a treacherous voyage rife with disease, death and sickness. My dad's family had better accommo- dations a little over two hundred years later, but I'm still certain the ship's bartender did not serve fruity umbrella drinks on the lido deck on his voyage from Sweden. My ancestors, the Fredricksons, Morgans, Thoedes, Adams, Rob- ertsons and Olsons all had to say goodbye to family, friends and the only life they knew in order to pro- vide their children with the many opportunities the New World had to offer them. In. their day it was really the only option to survive and thrive. My ancestor's sacrifices make the move my wife ahd I are making sort of seem like a leisurely cruise on the Love Boat with an overly chipper activities director keeping us entertained and the yeoman .purser catering to our every whim while we sip those fruity umbrella drinks my great-grandfather Oscar Fredrickson didn't have the benefit of sipping on his journey to America. Yet, when going through a move a little more than a hun- dred miles away from the town we have called home for almost six- teen years, it seems almost as epic a journey as What my relatives, John Alden, Priscilla Mullins ... and Oscar Fredrickson, endured so manyyears ago. There is the packing of all the stuff. The china, books, cookware, small appliances, flat screen TV, two computers, and the myriad other items we have collected over the many years before and after we were married. There is the yard sale of all the stuff we don't want to cart with us like the extra bed- room sets and sofa in our large. five-bedroom home. And from all this packing another thing pain- .fully becomes clear to me; we have way too much stuffi We have stuff we had to pur- chase in order to store the stuff we hardly ever use. And We will have to rent a stuff-holding facility in order to hold the stuff we can't stuff into our new home yet can't force ourselves to part with. I can't imagine it was easy for Priscilla Mullins to decide which personal effects she would take with her to Plymouth, Massachu- setts in September of 1620. Consid- ering she was going to be cramped into a small cargo hold along with 101 other passengers- not to men- tion the crew- I'm guessing a bible, a change of clothing and maybe one or two small items like a hair- brush. So as I pack up my seldom-used power tools, DVD player, Total Gym, Bose stereo and my prized "Holy Grill" I can't help but feel a little bit ashamed at how so much of this stuff seems to be impossi- ble to live without. Okay, I really cannot survive without the stereo and grill. How, after all, would I be able to enjoy a well-grilled chunk of charred meat without listen- ing to tunes on my Bose? And then after eating said chunk of charred animal flesh, how ever will I be able to burn off the extra calories without my Total Gym. and then after that grueling workout how will I be able to relax without the chance to watch my favorite show without the use of my DVD player? For heaven's sake how could I pos- sibly live without these things? I'm sure the only reason John )dden didn't miss all this stuff on his 66-day journey on the May- flower is because he never had any of it in the first place. Heck, John had it easy not having to find a computer to plug in his iPod or the terrific burden of poor cell phone reception. He was truly blessed! Or was John blessed because he was one of the only 53 passengers and only half the crew .who sur- .rived the trip? Thanks to John, Priscilla, Oscar and all my other ancestors, my move is an easy one where my only real challenge is how to fit all that stuff on a moving van. Nate's new richly illustrated children's book, "Rachael Buttercup No Bigger Than A Daisy Flower" is now available at bookstores and on <amazon.corn>. 2009, N.M. Fredriekson. All rights reserved. Jili Pettier "Slices of Life" Golf requires time, coordination, and a visor My career as a golfer began is about looking good on the nearly 15 years ago when I bought my first set of clubs. My career as a parent began nearly 15 years ago when I bought my first pack of diapers. Unfortunately, the two careers didn't allow for much overlap. While my parenting skills were demanded daily, the golf clubs gathered dust in a corner of thebasement. I always said, "The baby is in diapers (or teething, or learning to walk, or learning to ride a bike). I don't have time to golf now. Some day I will have time to golf." When my husband suggested selling the clubs at a garage sale, I objected. "I am going to golf some day," I told him. I don't think he believed me. I don't think I believed myself, either. To be honest, I didn't really think I'd like the sport. How fun can it be to take a metal stick and try to'hit a little white ball into a teeny hole in the grass? I didn't get the appeal. I also doubted greatly that I had the eye-hand coordination neces- sary to connect the club with the ball. To verify this, I could tell you about my Frisbee fiasco of 1995, however that would be another article. But life is in a constant state of evolution. This summer, I realized that my kids have grown older and more independent, and I am no lon- ger needed (as much) to wipe runny noses or kiss boo boos. My husband must have been feeling this new- found freedom as well. because one day early in June he did the oddest thing. He suggested we go golfing. I didn't have the-presence of mind to come up with an excuse as to why we couldn't go, so while he wag scheduling a tee time, I was wondering ifI could find my clubs. Turns out I could. They were in the basement, where" they'd always been. I looked carefully at the metal heads. No rust. I figured that was a good sign. Coincidentally, one of my girl- friends also decided to take up golfing this summer. She enrolled in lessons and had the oiJportu- nity to practice driving and put- ting before ever hitting the course. She is much smarter than me. She also is a very strong golfer. On the last day of lessons, when they were practicing driving, she broke not one, but two clubs with her powerful swing. Luckily the clubhouse has a repair shop for just such situations. Golf can be a dangerous game, apparently. I am not one to shirk danger. I am the mother of three boys, and that involves danger on practically a daily basis. My husband and I pulled into the golf course parking lot 10 min- utes before our tee time. If you had asked me, I would have told you that I didn't know a driver from a wood, and I would have been right. That was only the beginning. I was about to learn just how much I didn't know about the sport. Apparel, for instance. While golf i.s about hitting a little white ball, it course. I saw that the really pro- fessional-looking golfers had a few things in common. For instance, all the female-golfers wore visors. I self-consciously put a hand up to my head, knowing that not only was] not wearing a visor- I didn't even own one. Then there is theglove (singu- lar tense). Think Michael Jackson. The really good golfers all seem to wear just one glove. I made a men- tal note to myself to buy myself half a pair of gloves the next time I got the chance. Shoes. The best and only word to describe golf shoes is goofy. They look like black and white bowling shoes with fringes. I was willing to wear the glove and visor, but didn't care how much the right shoes would help my game. These things were u-g-l-y. I didn't have awhole lot of time to assess the fashion situation because golf ]s about keeping up the pace. They don't give you a tee time at 8:08 just so you can fool around and not start until 8:10. Get a move on there, buster. Time's a-wasting. So. we hit the course. Hole num- ber one. My husband graciously let me go first. I looked around to make sure no one was watching, and bal- anced the ball on the tee. It fell off. I bent down and adjusted the tee so it no longer resembled the Lean- ing Tower of Pisa, stood up, and did my best to look like I knew what the heck I was doing. Some guy buzzed nearby on a lawnmower. I looked over my shoulder to make sure he wasn't watchiag, shifted my atten- tion to the ball, and took a swing. I missed completely. My husband stood quietly nearby. "Quit watching me," I told him. I hunkered down for the shot. This time I honed in on the ball. I willed myself to become one with it. I didn't even hear the lawn- mower guy anymore. I concen- trated, and swung. Whap! My lub made contact and the ball flew through the air in the general direction of where I wanted it to go. It felt good. I finished the day somewhere around a hundred over par, but it didn't matter. Something about the whole experience - goofy shoes and all - was invigorating and fun. I met up with my friend the next day. "How'd it go?" she asked. "Did you break any clubs?" "Not a one," I answered proudly. "Wow," she said. "You must be good. I'm going to do nine holes tomorrow. Want to come along?" "Love to," I answered. "Except I have to go shopping for a visor. Hey, would you consider going halfsies on a pair of gloves with me?" JillPertler is a syndicated columnist and award-winning freelance writer. She appreciates your comments and can be reached at <pertmn@qwest. net>, or you can check out her Web site at <http://marketing-by-design.home.>. POSTMASTER: Send address changes to the Tri-County News, RO. Box 220, Kimball MN 55353. The Tri-County News (USPS 639- 180) is entered at the Post Office, Kimball, Minnesota 55353, as Periodi- cals. It is published Thursdays. by the Tn-County News, Inc., RO. Box 220, Kimball MN 55353, Stearns County. LOCATION: Our office is at 70 Main Street South in downtown Kimball. Weekday office hours are Monday 9 a.m.-5 p.m. and Tuesday through FHday 9 a.m.-2 p.m. Our telephone and fax number is (320) 398-5000. E-mail can be addressed to <>. 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