Photographed in downtown Henderson, Minnesota.
TODAY, WHILE YOU’RE picnicking, gathering with family, drinking beer or sipping lemonade, boating, taking in fireworks… pause to consider the significance of this day.
Freedom.
Liberty.
The pursuit of happiness.
Even though the state of our nation may not always be as we would like, it’s still a pretty sweet country to call home.
Copyright 2013 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
WE STOOD ALONG THE EDGE of the gravel road Saturday evening, my 13-year-old nephew and I, mesmerized by the glorious golden sun pinking the sky above and below a layer of blue grey.
I raised my camera. He lifted his phone. We snapped several photos, compared, wished for better zooms to photograph the prairie sky north of Lamberton in southwestern Minnesota.
“It’s what I miss most about this place, the sunrise and the sunset,” I said.
“And the stars,” Stephen added.
Sun and stars.
He was right. The stars, too.
Copyright 2013 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Checking out the crops near Moland Lutheran Church in Steele County, Minnesota.
ONCE UPON A TIME, I thought Sunday afternoon drives were reserved for farmers checking out the crops or for old people with nothing more important to do.
In Merton Township, Steele County, Minnesota.
No longer do I think that. I now welcome these day trips into the country for the solace, the beauty, the discovery, the photo ops, the joy of whiling away an afternoon with no specific destination.
Along Rice County Road 21 south of Faribault.
I love wide skies and open fields. I love old barns and gravel roads and cows grazing and tidy rows of corn. I love country.
Making hay, along old U.S. Highway 14 west of Owatonna.
In this crazy fast-paced world of scheduled activities and rare free time, such impromptu rural jaunts are to be embraced.
Near Clinton Falls in Steele County, Minnesota.
If you have not discovered the Sunday afternoon drive, you are missing out on one of life’s simplest and most soul satisfying pleasures.
Northwest of Owatonna along Steele County Road 17.
On a farm site west of Owatonna.
A vineyard along Steele County Road 17.
Southwest of Faribault.
FYI: The edited photos featured here are from a recent Sunday afternoon drive south and east of Faribault and then west and north of Owatonna looping back to Faribault. All images were shot from the passenger seat of our van at highway speeds, or slightly under.
Copyright 2013 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
YOU HAVE NOT PLUMMETED down a rabbit hole, dear readers.
I turned my camera until the tree was “growing straight.”
But you are viewing an ash tree that, if growing straight and tall, would make your world appear off kilter.
This tree, a block from my house on Tower Place in Faribault, worries me. The laws of gravity and the forces of nature tell me this ash is destined to topple right onto the street.
The ash looms over Tower Place.
I can only hope this does not occur when:
A) A motorist is passing under the ash.
B) A child is walking home from school.
C) Someone is walking/his her dog
D) A walker is out for a walk.
E) All of the above.
Arborist types out there, is there genuine reason for concern, especially given the recent heavy rainfall which has left the soil saturated?
© Copyright 2013 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Daylight was fading as I snapped this photo of the anchor building on the former Fergus Falls State Hospital/Regional Treatment Center campus in mid May.
FROM THE EXTERIOR, the sprawling former Fergus Falls State Hospital/Regional Treatment Center presents an impressive and serene presence.
The historic buildings feature some incredible architecture.
That marked my initial reaction upon viewing the towering, turreted and massive buildings on this west central Minnesota campus in mid May.
But I expect that the historical use of this place would tell a different story. In 1885, the State of Minnesota commissioned this as the Third State Asylum for the Mentally Ill. The word “asylum,” for me, evokes negativity. Eventually, the complex would also be home to those with developmental disabilities, chemical dependency issues and psychiatric illnesses.
One can only imagine the personal struggles and challenges faced within these walls. In those early days, I imagine treatment was not always the best or the most informed. I do not know this specific to the Fergus Falls center, only from my general knowledge of such large-scale public facilities of decades past.
Eventually, those who lived here were moved into smaller community-based facilities.
Wings connect to the main building. These buildings are labeled as Kirkbride buildings after Pennsylvania psychiatrist Dr. Thomas Story Kirkbride who believed in the role of environment in promoting healing among mentally ill individuals.
Today the City of Fergus Falls still owns most of this campus, purchased in 2007. And just last week, according to draft city council minutes published on the city’s website, the Fergus Falls City Council passed a resolution “authorizing the city to enter into a Letter of Intent with Historic Kirkbride LLC as a developer for the Regional Treatment Center, subject to financial disclosure…” Historic Kirkbride’s estimated $41 million proposal calls for a 120-room first class hotel, several restaurants and 60 market rate apartments.
The planned development is expected to bring temporary construction jobs and an estimated 190 full and part-time positions to Fergus Falls.
Even the individual brick buildings impress.
The Kirkbride proposal seems an ambitious undertaking, but one worthy of this beautiful complex of architecturally pleasing buildings and an equally pleasing natural environment. Principals of the Kirkbride team bring experience to the Fergus Falls project with more than two dozen historic renovation projects completed over 33 years, according to presenter Ray Wiley of Georgia-based Historic Properties Inc.
Of course, as in all such projects involving historic buildings and lots of money and government entities and private investors, this isn’t a done deal. If all progresses as planned, though, the 120-room hotel, restaurants, apartments and more are projected to open in December 2015.
The complex includes a cluster of two-story brick buildings.
I expect plenty of skepticism exists over whether the planned project presents the best use of the property, will succeed, or will even get off the ground.
The Kirkbride proposal was one of two presented to the council last week. The other, from Twin Cities-based Colonade Design Group, proposed a wellness center serving those dealing with diabetes and obesity (and included a food and nutrition program); a hotel for participants; artisan flats and studios; services for returning veterans; condos; event space; greenhouses; and more.
Based on my two visits to Fergus Falls in recent years, the Historic Kirkbride project certainly has the potential to succeed. For one, this Otter Tail County seat city sits along Interstate 94, an ideal location to catch travelers in need of a respite. It’s the last sizable town westbound motorists pass before reaching Fargo an hour away. That, though, is not enough.
The community possesses an artsy vibe with galleries and a theatre and historic buildings and arts events in a charming downtown that hugs the Otter Tail River. It’s a college town with Minnesota State Community and Technical College and is also a regional center of commerce and of healthcare.
Developers will need to market those strengths, the historical aspect of the former treatment center, and the natural scenic beauty of this lake region. That’s a given.
Future guests will need to envision Kirkbride’s hotel as a get-away because, otherwise, this will be just one more hotel (albeit an historic one classified as “first class”) in one more town along the interstate.
WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS on Historic Kirkbride’s plans for the former Fergus Falls State Hospital/Regional Treatment Center? Can something like this succeed in Fergus Falls?
The sun sets on this beautiful campus.
FYI: The Fergus Falls complex is open for free public tours on Friday afternoons during the summer. Reservations are required. Phone Maxine and Gene Schmidt at (218) 736-5328. I was, unfortunately, not in Fergus Falls on a Friday afternoon and unaware then of the tours offered.
Click here to read Colliers International listing of the property.
Then click here to read information on the Minnesota Historical Society website.
And click here to find even more info.
© Copyright 2013 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
I HOPE THE SON of my long ago boss possesses a sense of humor. When I received my June 6 issue of The Gaylord Hub, a community newspaper in Gaylord in southern Minnesota, I chuckled at the in-house subscription renewal ad published on the classified ads page.
Fortunately, I am not about to expire. Or at least I hope not.
Read the ‘Hub’scription ad published in the June 6 issue of The Gaylord Hub.
And, yes, I mailed this to The Tonight Show with Jay Leno for consideration.
Now, please continue reading of my association with, and deep appreciation for, The Gaylord Hub in a letter addressed to the current publisher and editor, Joe Deis.
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Dear Joe,
Thirty-five years have passed since I arrived at your dad’s weekly newspaper fresh out of college with a journalism degree ready to set the world afire. Or at least Gaylord, Minnesota.
Your father, Publisher and Editor Jim Deis, set up a corner office furnished with a desk and chair and equipped with a phone and a Remington manual typewriter. He also handed me a stash of thin yellow paper upon which to type my news stories. (Yes, I can hear the quips about yellow journalism.)
Being the first reporter ever hired to cover happenings in Gaylord, I came to The Gaylord Hub in 1978 as a bit of a shock to the locals. Here was this 21-year-old out-of-towner suddenly asking questions, quoting public officials and seeking out stories beyond the usual Legion Fish Fry.
I was particularly disliked by the school superintendent; by a certain teacher, whom I quoted (how dare you do that) at a school board meeting; and by a local realtor, whom I had also quoted at a city council meeting. I will never forget their anger—which to this day I find totally unsuited to men in these positions. When you speak at a public meeting, expect to be quoted.
Your dad, bless him, totally backed me up. On everything. He knew my standards, my dedication, my journalistic ethics in getting it right. Today I still hold to the highest standards in decency, fairness and accuracy.
For two years I covered news and events in Gaylord, transitioning from greenhand to experienced in all aspects of community journalism—reporting to photography to lay-out to overseeing the final product at the printing plant to delivering the bagged newspapers to the post office.
I covered major fires (church, school and chicken barn), wrote about tragic accidents, sat through endless public meetings, found local angles in national news stories, covered the controversy over chicken barns and more.
Joe, I shall be forever grateful for your dad’s guidance those first years as a reporter. Every newbie needs a mentor and Jim was mine.
All these decades after exiting Gaylord for work at another weekly newspaper and thereafter a southern Minnesota daily, I still get The Hub each week. I read the familiar names, sometimes in the obituaries now (including your dad). And I think back on those long ago years of entering journalism shortly after Watergate was exposed by Washington Post reporters Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein.
The profession was wide open then; I had my pick of jobs.
So much has changed. While community newspapers like yours still exist, many papers today are owned by large media companies. With that often comes a loss of community connection and care. Not always. But finances, more and more, take precedence over the editorial side. The internet, certainly, has factored into the demise of the newspaper as we once knew it.
Times change. I got out of the newspaper profession decades ago, knowing the long and odd hours would not be conducive to raising a family. My family became my focus and I’ve never regretted that choice.
Yet, during those years away, I never lost my passion for writing and have returned to writing, although not at a newspaper. (Click here to read a list of the projects I’ve pursued in recent years.)
All of that said, I find it remarkable, Joe, that you are carrying on the tradition of community journalism established first by your grandfather, Frank “Chick” Deis, and then by your father, Jim. Three generations running a small town newspaper. Outstanding, from my perspective.
Warm regards,
Audrey, “The Cub from The Hub”
© Copyright 2013 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
AFTER THE LONGEST WINTER I can ever remember in Minnesota, we’re now enduring an especially cool and rainy spring. Clouds hang heavy. Rain drips, sometimes pours. It is enough to dampen the spirits of even the most optimistic among us.
Raindrops on hosta.
So, on a recent evening, after yet another rain shower, I grabbed my camera to photograph post-rain details. This self-made assignment gave me reason to pause, to appreciate the beauty of a single raindrop.
An American flag complements million bells and a geranium in a pot near my front door.
Sometimes you truly must stop, reassess, give thanks that you are dealing only with clouds and rain and cold. Not a tornado or floods or wildfires.
Romaine lettuce in the beautiful evening light.
Lovely spheres of Allium.
Backyard bird bath.
Rain-shined hosta leaves.
© Copyright 2013 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Heavy clouds rolled in from the west as I stood on the west edge of the ball field in Morristown late Saturday afternoon.
ONLY BLOCKS FROM THE HEART of Morristown, next to Babe Nordmeier Field on the west edge of town, corn sprouts in tidy rows upon the fertile earth.
This southeastern Minneosta community runs rural through and through with businesses centered on agriculture. Farmers live and work on land passed down through generations.
I climbed onto the back of the riser/stage to shoot this photo. In the foreground, behind the Dam Days royalty, are the trophies and ribbons and perhaps other prizes in the bags.
On Saturday afternoon, locals and those who grew up here, and others, like me, gathered under a tent on Main Street to watch the Kids’ Pedal Tractor Pull during the annual Dam Days celebration. It’s a grassroots event that melds a deep appreciation of the town’s rural roots with the connections of family and friendly competition.
Even the Dam Days princesses participated in the pedal pull. Look at the faces in the crowd.
As I observed the pedal pull, I focused not only on the determined little ones peddling with all their might, but on the proud parents, the equally encouraging grandparents, the enthusiastic siblings, the sweet princesses and more.
Cameras and encouragement abounded.
Before me I viewed a competition, yes. But I also noted smiles and felt that sense of community which prevails in the heart of rural America. At this moment in time, in this small town, all is well in the world.
The vehicles of competition, momentarily parked.
This little guy cheers on a competitor.
…while this preschooler was getting tired. She wasn’t sleeping, but…
Cheering on a contestant.
Sweet Dam Days royalty turned around and flashed their royal smiles when they realized I was behind them.
Happy and determined.
© Copyright 2013 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
EACH MAY HE GIFTS me with the intoxicating scent of spring. A bouquet of lilacs, gathered from a bush in the park up the hill.
Typically my husband stops on his way home from work, pulls a jacknife from the pocket of his greasy work pants, sometimes stands on the tips of his Red Wing work shoes to saw tough, determined stems clinging to a gnarly bush.
But this year, on the eve he drove down the gravel road into the park, he found the lilacs still tight-closed, not yet ready to unfurl in the chill of a late spring.
A few days later, en route home from dinner out, I noticed lilacs in full bloom. Instead of turning into our driveway, Randy aimed uphill toward the park, entering past a group of teens playing Frisbee golf.
I can only imagine their chatter as they witnessed us, in our white mini van, parked beside the lilac bush, Randy cutting lilac stems, me shooting photos.
They do not understand yet—what it means to see your hardworking husband walk through the door each May with an armful of lilacs, the spring blooms filling your home with the heady scent of love.
© Copyright 2013 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
The annual Memorial Day parade, which I’ve attended for decades, begins along Central Avenue in Faribault.
UNDER OVERCAST SKIES sometimes spitting drizzle, and in 54-degree temps, folks gathered along Central Avenue in historic downtown Faribault this morning to honor veterans.
Perched under an umbrella held by my husband, Randy, I photographed the annual Memorial Day parade from my curbside lawn chair, wiping the occasional drops of rain from my camera lens.
The Color Guard leads the parade.
Kids scramble for candy.
Veterans ride in the parade.
As I focused on the marching veterans and musicians, the kids scrambling for candy, the American flags and more, I considered that my uncomfortableness in the morning chill was nothing, nothing at all, compared to what many of these vets endured.
Girl Scouts walk in the rain at the end of the parade.
And then, after the parade, when I skipped the Memorial Day Program at Faribault’s Central Park because the drizzle had turned to steady rain, I questioned that decision. Why couldn’t I sit for 30 minutes in the cold and rain and listen to these veterans?
When Randy (who had gone to the park) texted that I could hear the program on the local radio station, I tuned in to KDHL and listened to honored combat veteran Jerry Anderson, who served in Vietnam. Anderson didn’t speak of his Vietnam experiences. Rather he reminisced about coming home from Vietnam to unappreciative and protesting Americans and the shame he and other vets felt.
But years later, in 1986, he helped to organize a group of nearly 50 Vietnam veterans to march in Faribault’s Heritage Days parade. He recalled the “thank yous,” the clapping, the signs, the tears…
That parade, he said, “helped end the years of shame and bitterness once and for all.”
Faribault native and Honorary Grand Marshal Bob Sommers and his wife, Raquel.
Then, just as my friend, Bob Sommers, honorary grand marshal who served two tours of duty in Iraq, was about to speak, the radio station’s line to the Memorial Day Program cut out.
A vet on a motorized scooter tosses candy to the kids.
So I returned to my computer, to selecting and editing photos and writing these words, asking you, today, to please remember those who have served, and to thank them.
BONUS PARADE PHOTOS:
Bands from Bethlehem Academy, shown here, and Faribault High School performed.
This vintage car exited the parade route after about two blocks. My husband automotive machinist diagnosed a blown head gasket.
Horses on parade through our historic downtown.
The Cub Scouts always follow to scoop up the horse poop.
© Copyright 2013 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
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