Guest Bloggers

Ruth Marie (Ruthika): Written by Guest Blogger, Diane Martin
Her presence among us is the focal point of love…

To my oldest daughter, Catherine: Written by guest blogger, Diane Martin
Child of my heart, not of my womb…
To my daughter, Margaret Rose: Written by guest blogger, Diane Martin
Tiny in stature but fierce in spirit, I can see you scuffing with the hardest of heads in the neighborhood school.

The Dee tree: by guest artist, Gaynor Aslakson
“Every time Deb will look at the tree, she will think of her mother, Dee.”

Sarah Grace: By guest writer, Anne Martin
Your first words were “woof woof.” Dad and I rode our children strapped in a baby carrier to our back, on bicycles up and down the streets of our neighborhood. When we passed a dog, you yelled out “woof woof.”

John Francis: Written by guest blogger, Anne Martin
When he becomes older, he will probably be a diligent, serious student, a most loyal son, and a serene companion, qualities inherited from his first mother

Rachael Joy: Written by guest blogger, Anne Martin
“I will never forget the small child who sang her heart out for us and spoke effusively to us in Rachaelesque.”

Elizabeth Therese (Lillibet): Written years ago by guest blogger, Anne Martin
When the wind blows, the top of Elizabeth’s head looks like a haystack gone awry. Elizabeth laughs, then teases her hair with her fingers, when her older sisters smooth out those unruly wisps of hair.

Plum Run: by guest blogger, Col. Eric E. Aslakson
With fixed and leveled bayonets, the charge of the 262 soldiers of the 1st Minn broke the Confederate assault and bought crucial minutes for reinforcements to bolster and save the Union line

Christmas buttons: by guest artist, Gaynor Aslakson
Each button was chosen with Eric in mind