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Momentary absence.Flames prevail. Mother burned, and grieving

The unmarked graves of Rooth children, Gladys, age 4, Andrew, age 2, and Evaline, a baby are marked in this photo by photographer/historian Tim McCall who has plotted the location from Cemetery’s records. Tim has over 20,000 photos of the cemetery and has plotted graves of the entire Cemetery on a vector map. His interest in the Cemetery was prompted because of a relative buried there. Sue Hunter Weir researched for this month’s story after she saw the following message from Rhonda, a granddaughter of the Rooths in the story, had placed in the Minnesota Historical Society’s Death Index page. “Andrew Rooth, son of Andrew and Bertha Rooth waskilled in a house fire in Minneapolis in 1911. There were at least two other children killed, Gladys and one other. If any-one can provide any info (newspaper article, etc) I will be very grateful. Thank You, Rhonda Rooth Devilbiss” Sue searched for more information and sent that and the photograph of the gravesite published here. She then received the following e-mail from Rhonda. “I would be very grateful for any information you could send. I have the death certificates for all four children, and a couple of newspaper articles about the house fire. I do not have any information or articles about Clifford Rooth other than what is on his D.C. I cannot make out where he is buried because the hand writing is illegible. I think the other three are buried in Laymans’ cemetery, which may also be called Pioneers and Settlers’ cemetery. It is so difficult to make out the hand writing on these old documents. My grand-parents must have been very strong people to have survived so much tragedy in their young lives. I will appreciate any information you can provide. I look very forward to hearing from you. Rhonda”

By Sue Hunter Weir

In the early years of the last century the Minneapolis Tribune’s coverage tended toward the sensational, especially when it came to covering tragedies involving children. But every now and then a reporter captured the sense of loss and grief, like in this excerpt from a story written by an unidentified Tribune reporter on January 14, 1911:

A white hearse wound its way between snow-covered mounds and marble shafts at Layman’s cemetery yesterday and stopped at the door of the vault room. From the three carriages that followed it a little group of people stepped and moved silently toward the vault.

A man in a black cassock led. Following close came two old men, each looking straight ahead, their eyes dim with something besides age. Last came a little figure in deepest mourning, toil worn hand clutching the sleeve of the man who walked beside her. The door of the hearse opened and a square white coffin was borne out and carried into the vault room. It was very light. The last rites over the bodies of the three Rooth babies had begun.

Three days earlier the three children of Andrew and Ellen Rooth had been killed in a fire at their home, 3234 41st Avenue South. It was cold that day, and Ellen Rooth had left the three children alone for a moment while she ran an errand to one of the family’s neighbors. When she looked out of the window to make sure that everything was all right, she saw flames and smoke coming from the back of her house. Mrs. Rooth ran home and tried to open the door but was forced back by the intense heat. She tried again, but was again unsuccessful. A neighbor prevented her from trying a third time. Mrs. Rooth, burned on her face, neck, and arms and in shock, was taken to the City Hospital. Her husband, Andrew, was called home from work. When he reached home and learned what had happened, he, too, collapsed and was taken to the hospital.

The “two old men” referred to in the story were the children’s grandfathers, who “stood with bared heads and shaking bodies” at the children’s graveside. Their three grandchildren were Gladys, age 4, Andrew, age 2, and Evaline, a baby.

Although the exact cause of the fire was not determined, there was some speculation that Gladys had accidentally started it; investigators found an open kerosene can by one the house’s two stoves.

The Rooths built another house, this one at 2952 Pleasant Avenue South, and had several more children. They lost another son, Clifford, when he was seven years old. He was on his way home from school when he was struck by a car on Lake Street. He is buried near the Rooth’s three other children in Lot 28, Section P, of the cemetery.

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Searching – A Serial Novelle Chapter 23: “Turning Darker”

“The couple ran down 14th, jumped the fence and slid down the slope to the Greenway. They ran several blocks before they stopped under a bridge. Angel turned back to look and saw that no one had followed. Heavy snow had begun to fall, covering their tracks. They sat on the concrete skin of the bridge underpass.”

By Patrick Cabello Hansel

We can’t control what is coming. We can’t foresee it. Angel and Luz, upon leaving the Mercado Central were as in love as two can be. Together, come what may.

What came was not a stab from Angel’s past, but from Luz’. As they walked west on Lake Street, they didn’t notice the man standing at the corner a block and a half down. They didn’t see that he had seen them, and was waiting with eyes like radar. As they got closer, Angel could tell the kind of man he was: the kind you nod at as you pass, but don’t engage in conversation. The kind whose business takes all.

They intended to go around him, and continue to Luz’ aunt’s house. She wanted to talk with her about all that had happened. But as they approached the corner, the man stepped into their path and laughed, a laugh swarming with deceit.

“Well look who’s here—little old Luz. Lucy Goosey, alive in Minneapolis. How have you been, sweetie?”

Her body tightened, like a rope pulled taut. Later, Angel would say something snapped in her eyes, a sharp mix of fear, anger and pain. She tried to pull Angel towards her, in order to get around the man, but he blocked their way, almost pushing them into the building.

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THIS IS GOOD OR I’LL EAT MY CHRISTMAS TREE

By Jane Thomson

My first recipe is from 97 ORCHARD , an Edible History of Five Immigrant Families, by Jane Ziegelman. This book interests me because my father grew up in a New York tenement (the word just meant “rental building” at the time; I don’t know how shabby his family’s apartment was, but I suspect it was not spacious). The building at 97 Orchard is on the Lower East Side of Manhattan, and is now the Tenement Museum. It was built about 1860 and was abandoned after 1935. It has been preserved and restored. The first time I visited the building about 20 years ago, it was left just as it had been found. The tour started in the narrow dark front hall with a dingy frieze painted on the wall, a tin ceiling and rickety stairs going up to the next of several stories. We were then taken to an apartment composed of two small rooms with one window between them and one window to the outside. There were layers of old wallpaper peeling, and numbers on the wall showing the quantity of trousers that had been sewn, as the apartment was also a sweat shop. Since then several apartments have been restored and decorated as they might have been when an immigrant family lived there – one for an Irish family, one for a German family, one for an Italian family and one for a Jewish family. Furnished and decorated it is much more cheerful; but I hope one apartment has still been left as found.

The recipe is one that might have been made for a Jewish family that lived at 97 Orchard, the Rogarshevsky‘s. It was contributed to the book by Frieda Schwartz, who was born on the Lower East Side in 1918.

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The Fighter

The Fighter

Howard McQuitter II
Movie Corner
HowardMcQuitterii@yahoo.com

The Fighter

Cast: Mark Wahlberg (Mickey Ward), Christian Bale (Dicky Eklund), Melessia Leo (Alice Ward), Amy Adams (Charlene Fleming), Bianca Hunter (Cathy Pork Ecklund), Eric McDarmott (Cindy ‘Tar’ Ecklund), Jill Ouigg (Donna Eckund Jaynes), Dendrie Taylor (Gail ‘Red Dog” Ecklund), Kate O.’Brien (Phyllis Beaver Ecklund), Jena Lamia (Sherri ward), Cadin Dwyer (Kasie ward), Jack McGee (George Ward). (R) Running time: 115 minutes. Director: David O. Russell.

Boxing for the wards is a family affair. Mickey Ward (Mark Wahlberg) is an upcoming boxer, his older brother Dicky Ecklund (Christian Bale), a former boxer whose current activity is spent often in a crackhouse, and their mother, Alice Ward (Melissa Leo), is the boxing manager. She organizes Mickey’s fights and Dicky trains him. Dicky brags he’s once gave Sugar Ray Leonard a few good licks

Mickey’s caught in a bind of a possessive mother and five sisters and his idol Dicky sent to prison for crack and an assault on police officers. When Mickey’s love interest Charlene Fleming (Amy Adams) enters his life, his family attempts to sever their relationship. As such, Mickey’s boxing career seems doomed much like Dicky’s.

Like other boxing films of the past such as “City of Conquest”(1040),”Requiem for a Heavyweight”(1962),”Fat City”(1972),the theme is boxer from a white working class neighborhood in crisis. “The Fighter”” is adequate with fine performances by Melissa Leo and Cristian Bale in particular.

 

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February 2011 Daves’ Dumpster

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Consequences

by Peter Molenaar

Hopefully, a good many visited “Dances with Wolves” as seen again on public television.  Certainly, it stands as one of the most beautiful and edifying of films…

“Your life is like a pebble dropped into a sea creating ripples endlessly…you do not know the end of a thought, action or word.”—attributed to White Eagle.

In the aftermath of Tucson, there occurred a simultaneous prayer.  I too bowed my head.  We sought to limit the swelling of Congresswoman Giffords’ brain.

My ancestors were agricultural pioneers in Kandiyohi County to the west.  They arrived two decades after the Dakota War of 1862 to settle the left-over spots.  Like good Dutch people, they drained the land.

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COMMENTARY: Changing your diet

By Randall Grey

There are so many products in our cupboards and refrigerators today that contain High Fructose Corn Syrup.  If you were to look at the ingredients of the products which are in your cupboard or refrigerator right now, you will find an ingredient called High Fructose Corn Syrup. Just in my home alone, I found it in the cereals, canned vegetables, ice creams, some of the dips, salad dressings, mayonnaise, jams and jellies, sodas, frostings, pie fillings, flavored waters and also in some of the sauces.

After looking at all the food items consumed daily, almost every thing in every meal, contains High Fructose Corn Syrup.  And just think, these are just in the products in our own homes that contain this substitute additive.  Now, imagine how much of this substitute food additive is in foods we eat in restaurants.

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Anyone living in the Backyard area can help their community to improve health

By Janice Barbee, Cultural Wellness Center

The Backyard Initiative was started two years ago as a community partnership between Allina Hospitals and Clinics and the residents of Phillips, Powderhorn Park, Central, and Corcoran which has the goal of improving the health of the community. Health is defined as 1) a state of physical, mental, social and spiritual well-being; it is not only the absence of infirmity and disease, 2) the state of balance, harmony, and connectedness within and amongst many systems – the body, the family, the community, the environment, and culture; it cannot be seen only in an individual context, and 3) an active state of being; it cannot be achieved by being passive.

This definition of health is not just a state of being – it is a process of becoming, and the residents of the Backyard are using this description of health to become healthier. They are actively working on projects which increase balance, harmony, and connectedness within the community.

The core work of the Backyard Initiative is done within the Citizen Health Action Teams or CHATs. A CHAT is composed of a group of people who work together on a common concern or issue in order to improve the health of the community and build community. Each CHAT meets at least monthly to plan ahead and make decisions, and then members of the CHAT carry out work between meetings. All the CHATs come together at least once a month to update each other on their progress and discuss common problems and strategies. They have agreed upon a list of principles that help CHATs to be inclusive and effective.

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All My Relations Gallery debuts Frank Big Bear

The Native American Community Development Institute (NACDI) celebrates the All My Relations Gallery Grand Opening with an exhibit of never-before-seen paintings by master artist Frank Big Bear.

Reception and Celebration

January 21,  5:00 p.m.-9:00 p.m., at All My Relations Gallery, 1414 East Franklin Avenue, Mpls. Hours: Tuesday-Friday 11-6, p.m. Weekends 11-3, p.m. –located in the heart of the American Indian Cultural Corridor, the very neighborhood where Frank Big Bear lived while creating his prolific body of important early work.  FREE and open to the public.

Frank Big Bear Paintings—“From the Rez, to the Hood, to the Lake”, presents vivid canvasses by Frank Big Bear, recipient of the Bush Foundation Enduring Visions Award, among other honors.  Never-before-seen acrylic paintings, created by this Ojibwe artist best known for his surreal and detailed color pencil drawings, make their debut with this exhibit. Running from January 21, to February 28, 2011,.

Frank Big Bear Paintings is made possible through support of the McKnight Foundation, Target, Metropolitan Regional Arts Council, Compass/Medtronic, Rosemary H. & David F. Good Family Foundation and in cooperation with Bockley Gallery.

All My Relations Arts is a ten-year old arts program at Ancient Traders Gallery  until 2010 when it became an initiative of NACDI Info or tours: contact Elizabeth Day eday@nacdi.org, 612-235-4970

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Victor Borge: Life and Laughs of a Scandinavian Humorist Exhibit Opens at the American Swedish Institute

Victor Borge

February 18 – May 1, 2011

Exhibit  explores Victor Borge’s life and achievements with  film clips, recordings, photographs and memorabilia. Admission: see below.

Born Børge Rosenbaum in Denmark on January 3, 1909, Mr. Borge trained at the Royal Danish Academy of Music and began his career in Denmark in the 1930s. While touring in Sweden, the Third Reich invaded Denmark, Borge, being Jewish, could not return home.  He went to the  U.S on August 28, 1940.

Affectionately called “Great Dane,” Victor Borge was an engaging musician, humorist,  humanitarian, and one of the most popular performers in the US and Scandinavia. He effectively used physical and visual elements maintaining a consistent, dynamic energy and high level of spontaneity, marked by impeccable timing and highly developed musicality.

During 60 years in the U.S., he performed on radio and television, in films, on stage, and at the White House. In 1956, he performed on Broadway with his Comedy in Music; still the record for longest-running one-man show. Recognized as an ambassador of goodwill in  Denmark and America, he was knighted by the five Nordic countries and honored by  U.S. Congress and the United Nations.  Borge died Dec. 23, 2000.

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