Marie Johnson joined the Detroit Lakes Tribune in November 2017 after several years of writing and editing at the Perham Focus. She lives in rural Frazee with her husband, Dan, their young son and daughter, and their yellow Lab.
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When Lynn Anderson lost her daughter, Jennifer, to cancer nine years ago, that was devastating enough. Now she's watching as her only other child, Jean—Jennifer's twin sister—suffers through cancer herself. The situation would be heartbreaking for any good parent. Lynn describes herself as a strong woman, but that terrible feeling of powerlessness, of not being able to ease her daughter's pain, brings tears to her eyes.
He's been flexing his brain muscles every day for decades as a respected surgeon; now, he's flexing all his other muscles, too, as a bulky bodybuilder. Dr. Francis Cormier, an orthopedic surgeon at Essentia Health-St. Mary's in Detroit Lakes, shed his signature scrubs in favor of a new pair of boxer shorts on Saturday for the NPC Upper Midwest Bodybuilding, Physique, Figure and Bikini Championships in Fargo. The shorts were a compromise with his prep coach for the competition, Cormier said, who wanted him to wear bikini briefs.
Editor's note: This is the second of two feature stories in today's newspaper on local families that are thankful to have gone through the adoption process. November is National Adoption Month. Krystal Boyd had long suspected that she might end up adopting a child. She knew from a young age that she would one day want to be a mom, and she also knew she might not be able to have kids of her own due to issues with diabetes.
Editor's note: November is National Adoption Month, and what better time to talk about family than at Thanksgiving? Family, in all its many modern forms, is truly a thing to be thankful for.
Just before 9 a.m. last Thursday, the crew of that day's Vic's Popcorn packaging line arrived for its shift at Shearer's Snacks, ready and raring to go. The five-member team, donning matching hardhats, safety glasses, hair nets and green shirts, stepped off the Otter Tail Express bus and through the front door of Shearer's.
Duane Lysne still remembers the first time he crossed the equator. That was the day he graduated from a "slimy pollywog" to a "trusty shellback." It was June 26, 1957, and he was travelling through the Panama Canal to Chili, South America with the rest of the crew of the U.S.S. Harlan R. Dickson, DD-708. He had been at sea with the Navy for about three years already, but had never before gotten the chance to cross over to the southern hemisphere—an accomplishment considered a crucial rite of passage for any "seaworthy" sailor.
Do you have an adoption story you’re thankful for? Or do you know of a family that does? November is National Adoption Month, and we’re looking for a Perham area family to share their story of adoption with us and our readers for our Thanksgiving Day issue. Please email Perham Focus writer, Marie Johnson, at firstname.lastname@example.org with ideas and contact info.
The new pastor at Crosspoint Alliance Church in Perham has had a sense of his calling since boyhood. As a child, Michael Bochman always looked up to two of his uncles, who were missionaries, and he spent a lot of time at his hometown church, which his family was active in. By grade school, he was already thinking that God might want him to be a pastor. By high school, he was sure of it.
What will happen to Perham High School once it's no longer a high school? With the iconic 100-year-old building hosting its final class of graduates this year, that's a question a lot of people are asking. And, depending on who you're talking to, there are a lot of possible answers. Rumors and speculation have been swirling around the fate of the building, including the ideas that it's going to be converted into offices, or torn down, or abandoned indefinitely.
Learn. Bake. Share. Those three words are depicted on the side of Sue Sailer's new wood-fired brick oven, a permanent nod to the spirit in which the oven was built. In ancient times, outdoor ovens like these were communal. Villagers would gather around them to bake their breads, share family stories, debate the controversies of the day and teach each other new ways of preparing food. The ovens created a sense of community.