May 11, 2020 Reflecting on my North Dakota Roots

When you say North Dakota, you will get a variety of responses from folks.
Love it or leave it seems to be the most frequent.

I love North Dakota. There I said it.

 The "smell of sage and a meadow lark calling" in the distance is mesmerizing to say the least.

The sunset in the west with its brilliant colors can take your breath away.

The cold wind out of the north at twenty plus below allows the snow to make a "squeaking sound" under your boots as you walk. There is no cleaner or fresher air than on a very cold winter day with the bright sun shining in ND.

Getting on your horse as the sun is starting to set in the west allowing you to enjoy the dusk drop around you. It is quiet except for the morning doves who flutter up along the path. Your mount snorts a bit but you keep moving around the farm eventually ending up in the yard. You well up with gratitude for all that God has given you to enjoy in this beautiful land called North Dakota.

You hear the cattle moving about behind the barn early in the morning with an occasional bleat or beller to let you know they are ready to be milked.

The smell of hay in the barn wafts across the yard as you walk toward the barn.

You hear a chicken or two feeding nearby. The dog barks. The cats run about waiting for you to milk.

The caves are getting bigger and soon will be fully grown. Little do they know that the will go to market soon.

The separator is running smoothly in the milk room as you carry in another big milk can. There will be fresh cream and milk in the fridge tonight. Put some cream in your coffee and watch it swirl around a bit. Spread that creamy butter on some toast tonight.

North Dakota shaped my life in ways.

I will be heading to ND this summer.

Need a ND fix!

April 8th, 2020 Gentle Healer

Twelve years ago, on April 16th I was in the doctor’s office. I heard these words, "I think you have a lymphoma." Words that no one really wishes to hear: "Stage 4 Mantle Cell lymphoma, poor survival rate." 

After aggressive treatment including a stem cell transplant, I went in to full remission. The numbers at the time were pointing to survival of about 3-5 years. Needless to say, after almost 12 years I'm still here. The why and how are a mystery. 

All I know is that Jesus the Healer spared my life for such a time as this. I'm a survivor and grateful to all who helped make this possible. I believe that medicine and medical research has been key to my survival. God has given men and women the gift to create and administer many treatments to bring healing to our bodies. Thank you to them for the gift of continued health I enjoy.

There was a song written that keeps bring me home to what I believe to be central to the daily healing I enjoy. No one has tomorrow. So daily I thank and ask for continued healing no matter what tomorrow might bring. I have been and am in the Hands of The Healer. I am not afraid. Fear drains us of the joy we might find in today. 

I read today that we might never shake hands again. How about hugging? Kissing our loved ones? Really? When we meet again I will not be afraid. Hug me, hold me and kiss me if you wish. Human touch is a healing balm we all need. Be gentle and kind. 

Harsh words or messages on TV warn us of impending doom. I have turned off the TV and dug deeper into the Word of God. I have faced death face-to-face in 2008 and will not accept that the Gentle Healer has not or will not come to our towns and villages. He is present and powerful right now. Have faith in His power and presence as we face this season in all our lives. Come to Jesus and have no fear my friends.

Jim Elliot Quote: "He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."

Gentle Healer

Selah

The gentle healer came into our town today
He touched blind eyes and the darkness left to stay
But more than the blindness
He took their sins away
The gentle healer came into our town today

The gentle healer came
Into our town today
He spoke one word that was all he had to say
And one who had dies just rose up straight away

The gentle healer came into our town today

Oh he seems like just an ordinary man
With dirty feet and rough but gentle hands
But the words he says are hard to understand
Yet he seems like just an ordinary man

The gentle healer
He left our town today
I just looked around and found he'd gone away
Some folks from town who followed him
They say
The gentle healer is the truth, the life, the way
The gentle healer is the truth, the life, the way

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Card Michael J

Gentle Healer lyrics © Birdwing Music, Mole End Music, Emi Christian Music Publis Obo Birdwing Music (1051), Emi Christian Music Pub Obo Mole End Music

Daily Reading for such a time as this

Assurance of God’s Protection

91 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High,
    who abides in the shadow of the Almighty,
² will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress;
    my God, in whom I trust.”
³ For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler
    and from the deadly pestilence;
⁴ he will cover you with his pinions,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness is a shield and buckler.
⁵ You will not fear the terror of the night,
    nor the arrow that flies by day,
⁶ nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness,
    nor the destruction that wastes at noonday.

⁷ A thousand may fall at your side,
    ten thousand at your right hand;
    but it will not come near you.
⁸ You will only look with your eyes
    and see the recompense of the wicked.

⁹ Because you have made the Lord your refuge,^[a]
    the Most High your habitation,
¹⁰ no evil shall befall you,
    no scourge come near your tent.

¹¹ For he will give his angels charge of you
    to guard you in all your ways.
¹² On their hands they will bear you up,
    lest you dash your foot against a stone.
¹³ You will tread on the lion and the adder,
    the young lion and the serpent you will trample under foot.

¹⁴ Because he cleaves to me in love, I will deliver him;
    I will protect him, because he knows my name.
¹⁵ When he calls to me, I will answer him;
    I will be with him in trouble,
    I will rescue him and honor him.
¹⁶ With long life I will satisfy him,
    and show him my salvation.

Footnotes:

1. Psalm 91:9 Cn: Heb Because thou, Lord, art my refuge; you have made

Revised Standard Version (RSV) Revised Standard Version of the Bible, copyright © 1946, 1952, and 1971 the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

How would you like to wake up every morning with this little one!

Almost every morning since July Lois and I have had the privilege of waking up to Lindsay calling out "Grandma!" or "Grandpa!".

Whitney and Colin have sold their home and purchased another. They moved into our lower level in July. It has been a multi-generational family experience that one rarely has these days. We have been blessed to hear the stories of the day from Easton and Gus.

Oh there are times when the decibels might reach high levels but the joy of having them in our home out weighs the noise.

We have expanded our TV menu to Peppa Pig, Mickey Mouse Club House, Teen Titans Go, Phineas and Ferb only to mention a few.

Family meals have been special. That's where we learn more about the day that was.

Late November they will move to their new home in Plymouth. It will be an exciting day for them and bitter sweet for us.

Love them all dearly.

In memory of Helen and Lester Drege 09.29.2019

In memory of Helen and Lester Drege: (Helen’s service was this past Saturday in Rugby, ND. She was 97 years young!)

Helen and Lester Drege were such good friends of my parents, Olga and Merwyn Ostrem. Yes, they were relatives but much more. Mom would wait for Helen’s Christmas greeting and if it was delayed for some reason she would call to check in with Helen and Lester. That’s what family does.

When Aunt Della Ostrem’s funeral service was held the winter temps in Rugby had dropped to -50 below zero without the wind chill. If you know North Dakota there is always a wind. They were reporting -90 degree wind chill at the Minot Airforce Base an hour away from Rugby. Our family was staying at the local motel and my truck was frozen solid. Lester came to the rescue and helped us get to the funeral service plus arrange for the truck to be thawed out. What gracious folks we were blessed to have as relatives. 

When my Mother, Bonita and I traveled together to Rugby, it would be one of the last times Mom visited Helen in her home. Helen was gracious as ever. 

When I think of Rugby and my Grandmother Gemina (Drege, Ostrem, Fossum) I always remember our visits to Ada and Sievert Drege’s home. Sievert and Gemina were brother and sister. I never had the opportunity to know my grandfather Anton Ostrem. I came to know a little about my grandfather as I listened to Sievert and Grandma reminisce about Anton. 

Helen and Sievert’s son Allen Drege (Lester’s brother) was a folk hero in the Ostrem household. He was known for such beautiful music he provided for so many.

Life has a way of pulling us apart from family. I wish we would have had more days and memories as kids to share as families. Maybe our memories are yet to come in the years ahead. Only God knows.

May God give us a perfect joy in knowing that our parents gave us faith, hope and love!

JF Jacks are Wild " Junior"

Today I had to say good by to one of the best quarter horses ever born. Junior was 24. He had a bowl obstruction and it was his time to leave us. I will miss him. He was an amazing horse who would go anywhere and never back down. A part of me died today. Love you Junior!

Amazing women of 2019

This past school year I have had the privilege of praying for three families who have children with cancer. Haakyn, Megan and Jake have been fighting for their lives. Ranging from a kindergartner, second grader and fourth grader. Their families have been through the emotional and spiritual ringer. So why would I single out the moms? As I read the journals of these "little warriors", as the moms put it, I was overwhelmed by the pain, frustration, sorrow, grief and fear that they willing shared with the ones reading the blogs.

In the midst of the "cloud of uncertainty" there was a "huge flame of faith!" They shared their love and compassion for their children, family, friends and most evident their God...Jesus the Healer! The hope-filled gut-wrenching words of these three moms brought tears to my eyes many times. I heard these words aloud in my mind as I read the blogs. "Nothing can separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus"....not even cancer!!

Andrea, Katie and Tory you are amazing women of faith and love. Jesus dwells in you in a powerful way. Thank you for sharing with us all your journeys toward healing. Our prayers will continue frequently each day.

Pastor Tedd

KEEPING IT REAL!!

"NEVER STOP DREAMING"

Grandpa Hans Teodor "Ted" (HT) Anderson (my mother Olga's father) told his children to
 "never stop dreaming!"   Maybe this is what he meant…

Please take time to read the lyrics…We can change the world one moment at a time.
Tedd


Josh Wilson - "Dream Small" (Lyric Video) - YouTube

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOBaLrItEyc
Lyrics
It's a momma singing songs about the Lord
It's a daddy spending family time
That the world said he cannot afford
These simple moments change the world
It's a pastor at a tiny little Church
Forty years of loving on the broken and the hurt
These simple moments change the world
Dream small
Don't bother like you've gotta do it all
Just let Jesus use you where you are
One day at a time
Live well
Loving God and others as yourself
Find little ways where only you can help
With His great love
A tiny rock can make a giant fall
Dream small
It's visiting the widow down the street
Or dancing on a Friday with your friend with special needs
These simple moments change the world
Of course, there's nothing wrong with bigger dreams
Just don't miss the minutes on your way, your bigger things, no
'Cause these simple moments change the world
So dream small
Don't bother like you've gotta do it all
Just let Jesus use you where you are
One day at a time
Live well
Loving God and others as yourself
Find little ways where only you can help
With His great love
A tiny rock can make a giant fall
So dream small
Keep loving, keep serving
Keep listening, keep learning
Keep praying, keep hoping
Keep seeking, keep searching
Out of these small things and watch them grow bigger
The God who does all things makes oceans from river
So dream small
Don't bother like you've gotta do it all
Just let Jesus use you where you are
One day at a time
Live well
Loving God and others as yourself
Find little ways where only you can help
With His great love
A tiny rock can make a giant fall
Yeah, five loaves and two fish's could feed them all
So dream small
Dream small
Songwriters: Josh Wilson
Dream Small lyrics © Audiam, Inc

Christmas Day 2018

Merry Christmas!

It has been a different Christmas with the death of Amy's grandpa, Glen. He was a special man. I'm running out of folks who can still talk about the days of hand milking and tractors without air conditioning :-)

I'm not sure our Christmas letter/card will get out this year. I still have plans to send but family first.

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THANKSGIVING DAY 2018

It's a great day to give thanks for miraculous gifts in 2018!!

Almost a year ago my brother-in-law fell from a fire truck he was working on as a volunteer fireman. A well decorated Marine fell and fractured C7 vertebra in his neck and back. Unable to walk with no sensation below his chest Col. John L. Brennan, USMC began the fight of his life to walk again. 

Prognosis was guarded but John supported by my sister Bonita, family and friends has made miraculous progress since January 2018. Overcoming overwhelming odds John has been able to walk again. Even doing stairs today which is huge! 

Hundreds of prayers, great medical care, therapy and a generous worker's comp program has given John and Bon a new future. It may not be the one they had planned on but it is a miraculous one to say the least. 

Thanks be to God for miraculous healings!!

 

Never tell a Marine it is not possible! They will make you eat your words. 

Semper Fi Col. John and all the Marines out there. Well done. 

Nov 17th...Remembering Lindsay Ostrem Roach

Tomorrow marks the 15th Anniversary of Lindsay heading to the "Land of the Living". It was a bitter sweet day 15 years ago. The loss was huge but the Hope and Faith Lindsay had was enough to carry the day. She was trading one set of health issues for another when she had her lung transplant. God's grace was with us all in the knowledge that she was not going to suffer long term and then die. For some this will seem unthinkable. Death is one of those fears that grips all of us.

One of my mentors and friend, Rev.Dave A. referred to death as "complete healing in Jesus" from all things and at times a gift of grace shown to the sufferer. The truth is that the Word of God in Christ is where our hope and healing lies. Trusting in God's love, mercy and grace in the person of Jesus brings hope and healing even from the loss of a child. Grateful for her life and faith, Lois and I are forever blessed as her friends or family recall her impact on their journeys of faith and life.

A favorite quote from Lindsay's last campfire in their back yard a few days before her surgery:

"I'm going to have a lung transplant. If I live, I'm good. If I don't, I'm good."

Her faith and courage was so huge. She was a "light of faith" that was to be shined for a few more days on this earth for all to see. Reflecting the Life of Jesus in her she moved forward toward complete and total healing.

We are so grateful for the time we had to share in this one named Lindsay Nicole Ostrem Roach.

John Claypool, another father who lost a daughter, wrote these words of grace and hope for us to share with others. We edited it to reflect our loss by replacing Lindsay's name for his daughter

“Here, in a nutshell, is what it means to understand something as a gift and to handle it with gratitude, a perspective biblical religion puts around all of life. And I am here to testify that this is the only way down from the Mountain of Loss. I do not mean to say that such a perspective makes things easy, for it does not. But at least it makes things bearable when I remember that Lindsay was a gift, pure and simple, something I neither earned nor deserved nor had a right to. And when I remember that the appropriate response to a gift, even when it is taken away, is gratitude, then I am better able to try and thank God that I was ever given her in the first place.” 

Quote from Tracks of a fellow struggler by John Claypool, pg. 82, Word Publisher, 1974.  (We have edited the text by using Lindsay’s name to replace his daughter’s name in the original text.)

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Fear not...Jesus said "I am the Way, the Truth and the Life." Trust Him and there will be no fear of death or loss. Only gratitude for all He has done and promised.

Blessings my friends

Lindsay Ostrem Roach

04/05/1977-11/17/2003

TEN YEAR ANNIVERSARY!

Ten years ago in April I began my journey "through the valley of the shadow of death" not knowing what the future would bring. Death was one possibility on the table for my future. At the time they projected a 2-5 year survival rate for Mantle Cell Lymphoma patients. The "shadow" in the valley was very dark.

Many have committed Psalm 23 to heart and it brings home the truth of "this season" of some of the lives of our family and friends…

"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want;
2     he makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters;
3     he restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness
    for his name’s sake.

4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
    I fear no evil;
for thou art with me;
    thy rod and thy staff,
    they comfort me."

I trust others have prayed the Serenity Prayer as I did during a season of darkness. I found that it led me, comforted me and restored my trust in Jesus’ leading me through the valley of the shadow.

If you are in this journey today and  I were able to be sitting next to you right now I would take your hand and pray the entire prayer with you. If it is possible pray this prayer as you and others gather around . It helped me navigate the valley with confidence and hope, no matter what the future held for us. Know that Jesus is truly present in the darkest times as you journey toward healing.

Pastor Tedd

Simon Andrew Caquelin 9/13/10-02/05/18

When Lindsay died in 2003 our funeral director shared this quote with us...We adapted it to reflect our loss of Lindsay. I have taken the liberty to do the same for Simon. The death of a child is so difficult and close to our hearts this day as Lois and I share their grief and loss. All our love and prayers pour out to the Caquelin family.
Tedd and Lois

“Here, in a nutshell, is what it means to understand something as a gift and to handle it with gratitude, a perspective biblical religion puts around all of life. And I am here to testify that this is the only way down from the Mountain of Loss. I do not mean to say that such a perspective makes things easy, for it does not. But at least it makes things bearable when I remember that Simon was a gift, pure and simple, something I neither earned nor deserved nor had a right to. And when I remember that the appropriate response to a gift, even when it is taken away, is gratitude, then I am better able to try and thank God that I was ever given him in the first place.” 

Quote from Tracks of a fellow struggler by John Claypool, pg. 82, Word Publisher, 1974.  (We have edited the text by using Simon’s name to replace his daughter’s name in the original text.)

A New Year with a Christmas Wish for 2018

Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a New Year filled with God's Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Gentleness, Faithfulness, Goodness, Self-Control, Mercy and Grace!

The past decade there has been an ongoing discussion if Merry Christmas was OK to say during the “holidays”.

Should it be Happy Holidays or something else.

For our family, it will always be Merry Christmas!

 Why not something else? Luke had the answer from the beginning.

“Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.” (Luke 2.11)

Jesus Messiah the Christ is born… Once again, we will celebrate the Greatest Gift of 2017 for all people.

That is what makes this Christmas and every Christmas a Merry Christmas! We will celebrate with gift giving to one another. Giving and receiving should remind us of Jesus the Babe.

Gifts already received in 2017 in our family:

Lindsay Grace Woelfle born June 6^th, 2017. Born with a full head of hair and beautiful. Named for her auntie Lindsay. Lois is holding Lindsay. Whitney and Colin have blessed us again with another grandbaby to share. Big brothers Easton (6) and Gus (3) are very attentive and loving toward their little sister. So wonderful to watch them grow up. Both boys are into hockey.

                 

Justin and Amy have two very busy little ones, Haakon (9) and Jaelyn (6). Both hockey players (see a theme here with hockey). We had a great family trip with them to Jamaica in April. Grandma Nancy, Amy’s mom, came too. We had so much fun.

Brian and Kelly live just down the road from us and we have the joy of Mackenzie (3) and Mason (1) close by us. We took Mackenzie and Gus to swim lessons this year. What a blast. The conversations they had in the back seat on our way to lessons was priceless. Mason and Grandpa Tedd get to cuddle occasionally as we watch Mickey Mouse. Not sure who enjoys Mickey the most… Mackenzie started gymnastics and is signed up for skating lessons…hockey in her future??

Lois and Tedd have had a busy year going to all the activities of the kids and grandkids. A visit to Mayo once a month to get a resupply of a trial medication for Tedd’s lymphoma. In the past year, he has become disease free. Miraculous medication. Lois is the planner/organizer for our clan. Tedd gets a list periodically to “do” which really helps Tedd be more productive in retirement. Junior is Tedd’s “big guy” holding the grandkids in the picture. Junior has been in the family now for 22 years. Thank you to Tim H. and Butch C. for letting us use their great barn. Stella our 2.5-year-old black lab had a great goose hunt in SK, Canada this fall.

A Merry Christmas to you all as you count your blessings too…

Tedd, Lois, Justin, Amy, Whitney, Colin, Brian, Kelly, Haakon, Jaelyn, Easton, Gus, Mackenzie, Mason and Lindsay Grace

Stella in SK retrieving "waiting backwards to approaching birds" 2017???

 At first Stella figured that the birds landed behind us when we shot so she sat looking behind us for the birds to fall. Not a bad idea but she figured out later that was not the correct way to hunt in the long run. Watch the birds bust through our decoys as they prepare to land...really moving fast and darting about.

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Stella's first hunt in SK Canada October 2017

Stella is my 2.5 yr old Black Lab. She made her maiden trip to SK in October 2017. She did really well on her first hunt for geese. I am attaching a link on her making a retrieve. She is not perfect but for a first timer she did well. You can hear her excitement as she whines and waits to retrieve. I am not the one whining :-)   
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Proud owner of Stella
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July 22nd 2017 Lindsay Grace Woelfle Baptism

Yesterday was a historic day in the Ostrem/Woelfle family.  Justin, our oldest, turn 43! Uff da I'm old.
To celebrate his birthday we were privileged to baptize our newest grandchild, Lindsay Grace Woelfle. Pastor Jason, Calvary Lutheran Golden Valley officiated and Grandpa Tedd was able to assist in the service. It was held at Camp Wapogasset in Amery, WI. Whitney and her sister Lindsay both were counselor at the Wapo site and Ox Lake nearby. The baptism was on the beach, Lindsay Beach, named after our daughter Lindsay. Lindsay passed away almost 14 years ago this November. It was a precious day for all our family. Many of the other folks in the video are from Calvary. They were having a family camp weekend.

I will attempt to upload the video to share at https://youtu.be/ZJYMURlQxqo

Snakey Creek...This is for all the MOORHEAD NORTHSIDE BOYS AND GIRLS!

Neighbors: Historic creek place for fun and home to critters

By Bob Lind on Apr 11, 2017 at 9:04 a.m.

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Bob Lind, Neighbors columnist

Today, let's take a peek at a creek: Snakey Creek, that is, which runs under 15th Avenue North in Moorhead by the American Crystal Sugar beet plant into the Red River.

MIke O'Day, Dilworth, writes Neighbors of his and his pals' adventures along the creek when they were growing up in north Moorhead.
"Around 1960," Mike says, "most north side boys visited, explored and enjoyed all the wildlife at Snakey Creek for years.
"My friends and I would take our bows and arrows to the fields way out by the sloughs, set up targets and practice shooting. There also was a rod and gun club facility right next to the sugar beet plant where, when we got a bit older, we would fire our .22 rifles."
Concerning the wildlife around the creek, Mike says that there were redwing blackbirds which made nests 10 yards apart in the 10-foot tall cattail reeds, and were "singing away."
"There were meadowlarks all along Highway 75. They'd build their nests on the ground and would sing, too.
"Crayfish would be living in the water; one could pick them up, but carefully; they were about 5-to-6 inches long. They had two front pinchers for defense and eating. Some had bright purple eggs under their tails; they would flip their tails and scoot backwards to get away.
"We caught giant bullfrogs in the area where the storage units are now, by the railroad tracks; they were a foot long!
"Big milkweed plants grew along the railroad tracks going north along Highway 75. Monarch caterpillars would feed on these plants; they'd make a cocoon that was a beautiful turquoise color with gold stitching that would hatch into the beautiful butterflies. We would put the caterpillars in jars (and punch holes in the lid) along with milkweed plants. Then when the day came, we'd spend hours watching the butterflies 'unfold' their wings. dry out and fly away. What joy that was!

The Bee Men

"Two brothers lived in a shack on the corner of 17th Street next to Snakey Creek," Mike says. "We called them the 'Bee Men' because they had a large number of beehives right next to their shack. They drove a Model A pickup. They told me Florida became their home when the cold of winter hit. Does anyone know who these brothers were?
"There also was a big tree by the Bee Men's shack. That huge tree kind of fell apart over the years. It was gone a long time ago.
"Other critters I've seen at Snakey Creek," Mike says, "were red fox, weasles, muskrats, snipes (birds), great horned owls, tadpoles from frogs and toads and minnows. It seems to me the mosquitoes weren't such a problem back then because the tadpoles swimming in the creek would eat the mosquito larva.
"Now Canadian geese gather at Snakey Creek, and I saw an otter family there last summer as well as a fox, deer, a snowy owl and an osprey bird.
"And ducks. I remember the Speaker boys, Donny, Darrel and Doug, showing me a box that contained baby ducks with mud balls on their webbed feet. The baby ducks couldn't walk or swim, so the Speaker boys soaked and washed the mud off and returned them to their parents. Cool!"

Sign needed

"Snakey Creek was and is part of our north side history to many a boy and girl growing up in the '60s and '70s," Mike, 68, says, "and I still see kids exploring at the creek these days. What a great place to remember all the beauty of nature!"
By the way, Mike's father and uncle were Moorhead police officers when he was growing up.
Now Mike has a request: "I wish the City of Moorhead would put a sign that says 'Snakey Creek' like other towns do which have such a historic creek running through the country and city." Over to you, city of Moorhead.

If you have an item of interest for this column, mail it to Neighbors, The Forum, Box 2020, Fargo, ND 58107, fax it to 241-5487 or email blind@forumcomm.com.

Mantle Cell Drug Trial/Study 04/14/2017

Happy Easter!!

God continues to breaking into our lives in amazing ways.

Tomorrow I will begin participating in a new drug study BGB-3111 which is a promising immunotherapy drug to treat mantle cell lymphoma. It is designed to break down the protective covering of the mantle lymphoma cells to allow my immune system to destroy these cells. Additionally it is designed to inhibit the further growth of such cells. What an Easter blessing to be able to participate in this study at Mayo in Rochester. Hopefully I will be able to help others receive this drug in the near future.