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Lois Wagh
Lois Wagh Aronstein
To Connie,
I never had the privilege of meeting your wonderful Ken but I know your love for him was boundless. Please know my thoughts and heart are with you as you mourn his passing and remember your dear Ken.
I am among the many friends who are surrounding you with love.
your "Society" friend, 
Lois Wagh Aronstein




Laura Waterman Wittstock
Laura Waterman Wittstock
Ken was one of the greats. His winning smile said it all. There was a true love for humanity in everything he did. When I interviewed him for the book on AIM, he had so much to say that the time went by in a flash as he recollected the events and shenanigans of our own government against its own people. His humanity always shown through, whether speaking of his opposition or those he was defending. And I have to say, he had considerable charm as well. These personal notes are only a small tribute but the world should know what a great man Ken was. He accomplished so much, touched so many lives, and did good work for us all.
Rene Larin
Deanne and Rene Larin
Thank you ken for your tireless dedication to the fight for justice, you were one of the last great ones of the generation of civil rights fighters. Thank you for fighting for me for twenty five years and for staying positive even when I felt like giving up the fight against immigration and the US government. It is with a mixture of emotions that I say good bye - happiness for having you as my lawyer for what it seems as an eternity and sad for having lost a wonderful friend.  To the Tilsen family and Connie, we hope that your wonderful memories of Ken give you peace in these difficult days.  We have all lost a true warrior for justice.
Aaron Tilsen
Aaron Tilsen

Kenneth Tilsen Gathering Schedule

FUNERAL

11:00AM Grave side at the Temple of Aaron cemetery 

Located at the Corner of Larpenteur Ave and Dale St.

Roseville, MN 55117


GATHERINGS

Monday September 2nd 6:30pm

Ken & Connie’s Home

264 Cove Rd 

Hudson, WI 54016


Tuesday September 3rd 6:30pm

Tilsen Family Cabin

W13064 640th Ave

Prescott, WI 


Wednesday September 4th 6:30pm

Judy Tilsen’s Home

3 Kennard CT

St. Paul, MN 55106


Thursday September 5th 6:30pm

Dan Tilsen and Kimberly Nightingale’s Home

235 Fuller Ave

St. Paul, MN 55103


Friday September 6th 6:30pm

Ken & Connie’s Home

264 Cove Rd 

Hudson, WI 54016


Saturday September 7th 6:30pm

Barb & David Tilsen’s Home

3220 10th Ave South

Minneapolis, MN 55118


SHIVA

Sunday September 8th 6:30pm

Drew and Renee Tilsen’s Home

1653 S Victoria Rd

Mendota Heights, MN 55118

Please contact Angela Tilsen (651-210-3507) or Lasha Tilsen (612-369-0619) with questions and more information. 

Arthur Himmelman
Arthur Himmelman
My most sincere condolences to the Tilsen family, friends, colleagues, and to all those whose lives were blessed by knowing Ken. Ken's legacy will be honored and cherished because of the kindness and assistance he offered to countless people, and for his life long advocacy, strong commitments, and highly effective actions for social justice.
Cynthia Moore
Cynthia Moore
Fitting, isn't it, that Ken would slip away on the eve of Labor Day.What an impact he had on the workers' movements of the midwest. I have always been so proud to be part of Ken's family and to watch his work, from the days of the draft to Wounded Knee and beyond. And then to watch his "patriarch" period, with all the young ones tumbling around him at family events! An amazing man. Love to my cousins and all.
Cynthia
Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein
July 10, 2013

 

So there we were at some political meeting at the Shuchman’s
place in Dinkey Town. You and Rachel were the only ones there with children,
Jocie and David I believe, and I think you were still living in student
housing. I loved you both at once and was sorry when you had to leave
early.  Neither Gene nor I cared
for the Shuchmans, and we never got to know them very well. But Rachel and I
became part of a women’s group discussing methods of raising children. Never
having even baby sat in my life or had any acquaintance with young children and
being pregnant with Joel by then, I listened a lot and read a lot—Gesell and
Ilg, Freud, Fromm, the guru Dr. Spock. Rachel was in the group and she
recruited me into WILPF—61 years ago. She and Shirley and I were the only
members under 50 I think.  The
other women had been members since before WWII and had also been members
of  The Grange and the WCTU. 
Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein







July 6, 2013



 



So there we were in the little house on Pleasant Ave in St.
Paul. A Calypso group was 
performing at the St. Paul Hotel, so of course we went to hear them.
Gene was a nut for Calypso, and a very sweet guy was the drummer, so we
befriended him and invited him to the house. Conrad couldn’t believe it when
you all trooped in with the children, Pax and the goat. (“Just like
home,(Trinidad) he burst out. How we all fit into that tiny living room is a
mystery, but maybe we didn’t,( half in half out). He told us that the band was
not allowed to enter the hotel by the front door. They had to come in the back
way—St. Paul 1957.



Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein
















7/5/13



 



 



So there we were in the tiny house on Pleasant Avenue in St.
Paul situated on a rather steep hill, so we had to walk down steps to get to
the front door. I think it was a hot summer weekend. The wooden toilet paper
holder had fallen into the toilet and become embedded in the trap and would not
budge. Gene poked and hammered and used various tools such as were around, to
no avail. So this distinguished American Studies PhD called on two noted
experts for advice and assistance, a Philosophy professor temporarily working
as a Bonds for Israel hustler and a notorious St. Paul lawyer. I loaded up on
cold beer because I knew this operation would not be easy. Of course they
removed the toilet bowl from its stand so they could more easily approach the
problem. But after more pushing and hammering, I think they even tried to saw
it, the damn wooden roller was still stuck. I think by then it had swelled in
size and was really embedded in that trap. As you can imagine there was lots of
laughter and beer drinking and determination. At one point, in desperation
someone had a bright idea to burn it out, with a flaming gas soaked rag. At
that point I think I took the children and left – only Joel and Evo as an
infant.  I had visions of the whole
thing exploding and taking off into the air. Would you believe I don’t remember
the outcome? I know we had a working toilet, but for all I know we might just
have given up and dumped it in the junk and bought a new one. Unless Joel
remembers, who is left to solve the mystery?



 



Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein
So there we were at the Merle Hay Holiday Inn in Indiana at the junction where I 35 and  I  80 meet.We were having breakfast coffee by the pool. Rachel was in the new kimono that you had just brought back from your trip to China with the lawyers. We were on the way back from Gene's semester as visiting professor at Brooklyn College. We couldn't go up to St. Paul as planned because my mom was in the hospital in Fresno, and we had to get back home right away. So you met us on the road, and we had a day together and left the next morning.What are good friends for?
Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein







So there we were, back in Fresno for our last night of
revelry before you guys headed back to Minnesota—a laid back New Years
gathering up at Sweets Mill. We set off with instruments and children, and, lo
and behold, when we got up to about 3,000-4,000 feet there was snow at the sides
of the road. But we barreled on in to the access road and by the time we had
gotten about half way there, with about a dozen other cars we were mired in the
ditches and gullies that serve as a road there in the best of times. Stuck in
the snow in Fresno! It was getting dark, and pretty soon Virgil rolled up from
the direction of the lodge in his pickup truck squeezed by all the cars on this
one and a half lane road, full of ditches and gullies with ravines on either
side, picked up all the instruments and any kids who were willing to hang on to
the sides of the truck. The rest of us figuring how long it would take Virgil
to return for the rest of us, just got out of our cars and walked in. After a
fun night in front of the fire, drying out and singing and falling asleep where
we sat, we woke up to bright sunshine and before the snow all melted the kids
found cardboard boxes and used them to sled down the hills .“Winter in Fresno” 



Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein
So there we all were in Fresno at Christmas time waiting for Deborah to arrive with her boyfriend and woody before heading off for the Coast. First stop Aptos where Ethel Bloom had Stone Soup waiting for us from her magic pot that had no bottom. Deilcious.Then we headed down the coast stopping at beautiful Nepenthe restaurant where the kids put together a big table in the middle of the room and six of us sat at a smaller table at the side pretending we didn't know who those darling children were. Of course they had a marvelous time, taking care of each other, the big ones of the younger ones and having such a good time together.Around Carmel we were at the beach, and of course the Pacific Ocean is cold as hell (not like the warm Atlantic) especially in December. But the kids were all in bathing suits, and I told them they all had to go into the water because this was California. Rachel was mad at me and told the kids to drag me into the water. They loved that. They each took an arm or a leg and managed to get me down to the water's edge before I was saved by??? You? Gene? One of the kids who was not intimidated by Rachel? I have the feeling that the Fogels joined us at some point, but not quite sure. What good times we had! 
Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein
So there we were in Santa Barbara in a lovely apartment on a cliff overlooking the ocean. It was Christmas. Joel and his roommates had gone home or elsewhere for their winter break so we had the beautifull apartment and the ocean and the mild weather for free, and we were looking for a place to eat dinner on Christmas eve. Everyone must have been home waiting for Santa Claus because everyplace was closed for the evening. But we found a bar with some food,and by the time we got out of there Kenny was lecturing us about the "huban Crissle mysis." So you can figure out what year that was!.
Lois Wagh
Lois Wagh Aronstein
To Connie,
I never had the privilege of meeting your wonderful Ken but I know your love for him was boundless. Please know my thoughts and heart are with you as you mourn his passing and remember your dear Ken.
I am among the many friends who are surrounding you with love.
your "Society" friend, 
Lois Wagh Aronstein




Aaron Tilsen
Aaron Tilsen

Kenneth Tilsen Gathering Schedule

FUNERAL

11:00AM Grave side at the Temple of Aaron cemetery 

Located at the Corner of Larpenteur Ave and Dale St.

Roseville, MN 55117


GATHERINGS

Monday September 2nd 6:30pm

Ken & Connie’s Home

264 Cove Rd 

Hudson, WI 54016


Tuesday September 3rd 6:30pm

Tilsen Family Cabin

W13064 640th Ave

Prescott, WI 


Wednesday September 4th 6:30pm

Judy Tilsen’s Home

3 Kennard CT

St. Paul, MN 55106


Thursday September 5th 6:30pm

Dan Tilsen and Kimberly Nightingale’s Home

235 Fuller Ave

St. Paul, MN 55103


Friday September 6th 6:30pm

Ken & Connie’s Home

264 Cove Rd 

Hudson, WI 54016


Saturday September 7th 6:30pm

Barb & David Tilsen’s Home

3220 10th Ave South

Minneapolis, MN 55118


SHIVA

Sunday September 8th 6:30pm

Drew and Renee Tilsen’s Home

1653 S Victoria Rd

Mendota Heights, MN 55118

Please contact Angela Tilsen (651-210-3507) or Lasha Tilsen (612-369-0619) with questions and more information. 

Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein
July 10, 2013

 

So there we were at some political meeting at the Shuchman’s
place in Dinkey Town. You and Rachel were the only ones there with children,
Jocie and David I believe, and I think you were still living in student
housing. I loved you both at once and was sorry when you had to leave
early.  Neither Gene nor I cared
for the Shuchmans, and we never got to know them very well. But Rachel and I
became part of a women’s group discussing methods of raising children. Never
having even baby sat in my life or had any acquaintance with young children and
being pregnant with Joel by then, I listened a lot and read a lot—Gesell and
Ilg, Freud, Fromm, the guru Dr. Spock. Rachel was in the group and she
recruited me into WILPF—61 years ago. She and Shirley and I were the only
members under 50 I think.  The
other women had been members since before WWII and had also been members
of  The Grange and the WCTU. 
Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein
















7/5/13



 



 



So there we were in the tiny house on Pleasant Avenue in St.
Paul situated on a rather steep hill, so we had to walk down steps to get to
the front door. I think it was a hot summer weekend. The wooden toilet paper
holder had fallen into the toilet and become embedded in the trap and would not
budge. Gene poked and hammered and used various tools such as were around, to
no avail. So this distinguished American Studies PhD called on two noted
experts for advice and assistance, a Philosophy professor temporarily working
as a Bonds for Israel hustler and a notorious St. Paul lawyer. I loaded up on
cold beer because I knew this operation would not be easy. Of course they
removed the toilet bowl from its stand so they could more easily approach the
problem. But after more pushing and hammering, I think they even tried to saw
it, the damn wooden roller was still stuck. I think by then it had swelled in
size and was really embedded in that trap. As you can imagine there was lots of
laughter and beer drinking and determination. At one point, in desperation
someone had a bright idea to burn it out, with a flaming gas soaked rag. At
that point I think I took the children and left – only Joel and Evo as an
infant.  I had visions of the whole
thing exploding and taking off into the air. Would you believe I don’t remember
the outcome? I know we had a working toilet, but for all I know we might just
have given up and dumped it in the junk and bought a new one. Unless Joel
remembers, who is left to solve the mystery?



 



Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein







So there we were, back in Fresno for our last night of
revelry before you guys headed back to Minnesota—a laid back New Years
gathering up at Sweets Mill. We set off with instruments and children, and, lo
and behold, when we got up to about 3,000-4,000 feet there was snow at the sides
of the road. But we barreled on in to the access road and by the time we had
gotten about half way there, with about a dozen other cars we were mired in the
ditches and gullies that serve as a road there in the best of times. Stuck in
the snow in Fresno! It was getting dark, and pretty soon Virgil rolled up from
the direction of the lodge in his pickup truck squeezed by all the cars on this
one and a half lane road, full of ditches and gullies with ravines on either
side, picked up all the instruments and any kids who were willing to hang on to
the sides of the truck. The rest of us figuring how long it would take Virgil
to return for the rest of us, just got out of our cars and walked in. After a
fun night in front of the fire, drying out and singing and falling asleep where
we sat, we woke up to bright sunshine and before the snow all melted the kids
found cardboard boxes and used them to sled down the hills .“Winter in Fresno” 



Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein
So there we were in Santa Barbara in a lovely apartment on a cliff overlooking the ocean. It was Christmas. Joel and his roommates had gone home or elsewhere for their winter break so we had the beautifull apartment and the ocean and the mild weather for free, and we were looking for a place to eat dinner on Christmas eve. Everyone must have been home waiting for Santa Claus because everyplace was closed for the evening. But we found a bar with some food,and by the time we got out of there Kenny was lecturing us about the "huban Crissle mysis." So you can figure out what year that was!.
Laura Waterman Wittstock
Laura Waterman Wittstock
Ken was one of the greats. His winning smile said it all. There was a true love for humanity in everything he did. When I interviewed him for the book on AIM, he had so much to say that the time went by in a flash as he recollected the events and shenanigans of our own government against its own people. His humanity always shown through, whether speaking of his opposition or those he was defending. And I have to say, he had considerable charm as well. These personal notes are only a small tribute but the world should know what a great man Ken was. He accomplished so much, touched so many lives, and did good work for us all.
Rene Larin
Deanne and Rene Larin
Thank you ken for your tireless dedication to the fight for justice, you were one of the last great ones of the generation of civil rights fighters. Thank you for fighting for me for twenty five years and for staying positive even when I felt like giving up the fight against immigration and the US government. It is with a mixture of emotions that I say good bye - happiness for having you as my lawyer for what it seems as an eternity and sad for having lost a wonderful friend.  To the Tilsen family and Connie, we hope that your wonderful memories of Ken give you peace in these difficult days.  We have all lost a true warrior for justice.
Arthur Himmelman
Arthur Himmelman
My most sincere condolences to the Tilsen family, friends, colleagues, and to all those whose lives were blessed by knowing Ken. Ken's legacy will be honored and cherished because of the kindness and assistance he offered to countless people, and for his life long advocacy, strong commitments, and highly effective actions for social justice.
Cynthia Moore
Cynthia Moore
Fitting, isn't it, that Ken would slip away on the eve of Labor Day.What an impact he had on the workers' movements of the midwest. I have always been so proud to be part of Ken's family and to watch his work, from the days of the draft to Wounded Knee and beyond. And then to watch his "patriarch" period, with all the young ones tumbling around him at family events! An amazing man. Love to my cousins and all.
Cynthia
Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein







July 6, 2013



 



So there we were in the little house on Pleasant Ave in St.
Paul. A Calypso group was 
performing at the St. Paul Hotel, so of course we went to hear them.
Gene was a nut for Calypso, and a very sweet guy was the drummer, so we
befriended him and invited him to the house. Conrad couldn’t believe it when
you all trooped in with the children, Pax and the goat. (“Just like
home,(Trinidad) he burst out. How we all fit into that tiny living room is a
mystery, but maybe we didn’t,( half in half out). He told us that the band was
not allowed to enter the hotel by the front door. They had to come in the back
way—St. Paul 1957.



Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein
So there we were at the Merle Hay Holiday Inn in Indiana at the junction where I 35 and  I  80 meet.We were having breakfast coffee by the pool. Rachel was in the new kimono that you had just brought back from your trip to China with the lawyers. We were on the way back from Gene's semester as visiting professor at Brooklyn College. We couldn't go up to St. Paul as planned because my mom was in the hospital in Fresno, and we had to get back home right away. So you met us on the road, and we had a day together and left the next morning.What are good friends for?
Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein
So there we all were in Fresno at Christmas time waiting for Deborah to arrive with her boyfriend and woody before heading off for the Coast. First stop Aptos where Ethel Bloom had Stone Soup waiting for us from her magic pot that had no bottom. Deilcious.Then we headed down the coast stopping at beautiful Nepenthe restaurant where the kids put together a big table in the middle of the room and six of us sat at a smaller table at the side pretending we didn't know who those darling children were. Of course they had a marvelous time, taking care of each other, the big ones of the younger ones and having such a good time together.Around Carmel we were at the beach, and of course the Pacific Ocean is cold as hell (not like the warm Atlantic) especially in December. But the kids were all in bathing suits, and I told them they all had to go into the water because this was California. Rachel was mad at me and told the kids to drag me into the water. They loved that. They each took an arm or a leg and managed to get me down to the water's edge before I was saved by??? You? Gene? One of the kids who was not intimidated by Rachel? I have the feeling that the Fogels joined us at some point, but not quite sure. What good times we had! 
Lois Wagh
Lois Wagh Aronstein
To Connie,
I never had the privilege of meeting your wonderful Ken but I know your love for him was boundless. Please know my thoughts and heart are with you as you mourn his passing and remember your dear Ken.
I am among the many friends who are surrounding you with love.
your "Society" friend, 
Lois Wagh Aronstein




Rene Larin
Deanne and Rene Larin
Thank you ken for your tireless dedication to the fight for justice, you were one of the last great ones of the generation of civil rights fighters. Thank you for fighting for me for twenty five years and for staying positive even when I felt like giving up the fight against immigration and the US government. It is with a mixture of emotions that I say good bye - happiness for having you as my lawyer for what it seems as an eternity and sad for having lost a wonderful friend.  To the Tilsen family and Connie, we hope that your wonderful memories of Ken give you peace in these difficult days.  We have all lost a true warrior for justice.
Aaron Tilsen
Aaron Tilsen

Kenneth Tilsen Gathering Schedule

FUNERAL

11:00AM Grave side at the Temple of Aaron cemetery 

Located at the Corner of Larpenteur Ave and Dale St.

Roseville, MN 55117


GATHERINGS

Monday September 2nd 6:30pm

Ken & Connie’s Home

264 Cove Rd 

Hudson, WI 54016


Tuesday September 3rd 6:30pm

Tilsen Family Cabin

W13064 640th Ave

Prescott, WI 


Wednesday September 4th 6:30pm

Judy Tilsen’s Home

3 Kennard CT

St. Paul, MN 55106


Thursday September 5th 6:30pm

Dan Tilsen and Kimberly Nightingale’s Home

235 Fuller Ave

St. Paul, MN 55103


Friday September 6th 6:30pm

Ken & Connie’s Home

264 Cove Rd 

Hudson, WI 54016


Saturday September 7th 6:30pm

Barb & David Tilsen’s Home

3220 10th Ave South

Minneapolis, MN 55118


SHIVA

Sunday September 8th 6:30pm

Drew and Renee Tilsen’s Home

1653 S Victoria Rd

Mendota Heights, MN 55118

Please contact Angela Tilsen (651-210-3507) or Lasha Tilsen (612-369-0619) with questions and more information. 

Cynthia Moore
Cynthia Moore
Fitting, isn't it, that Ken would slip away on the eve of Labor Day.What an impact he had on the workers' movements of the midwest. I have always been so proud to be part of Ken's family and to watch his work, from the days of the draft to Wounded Knee and beyond. And then to watch his "patriarch" period, with all the young ones tumbling around him at family events! An amazing man. Love to my cousins and all.
Cynthia
Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein
















7/5/13



 



 



So there we were in the tiny house on Pleasant Avenue in St.
Paul situated on a rather steep hill, so we had to walk down steps to get to
the front door. I think it was a hot summer weekend. The wooden toilet paper
holder had fallen into the toilet and become embedded in the trap and would not
budge. Gene poked and hammered and used various tools such as were around, to
no avail. So this distinguished American Studies PhD called on two noted
experts for advice and assistance, a Philosophy professor temporarily working
as a Bonds for Israel hustler and a notorious St. Paul lawyer. I loaded up on
cold beer because I knew this operation would not be easy. Of course they
removed the toilet bowl from its stand so they could more easily approach the
problem. But after more pushing and hammering, I think they even tried to saw
it, the damn wooden roller was still stuck. I think by then it had swelled in
size and was really embedded in that trap. As you can imagine there was lots of
laughter and beer drinking and determination. At one point, in desperation
someone had a bright idea to burn it out, with a flaming gas soaked rag. At
that point I think I took the children and left – only Joel and Evo as an
infant.  I had visions of the whole
thing exploding and taking off into the air. Would you believe I don’t remember
the outcome? I know we had a working toilet, but for all I know we might just
have given up and dumped it in the junk and bought a new one. Unless Joel
remembers, who is left to solve the mystery?



 



Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein
So there we all were in Fresno at Christmas time waiting for Deborah to arrive with her boyfriend and woody before heading off for the Coast. First stop Aptos where Ethel Bloom had Stone Soup waiting for us from her magic pot that had no bottom. Deilcious.Then we headed down the coast stopping at beautiful Nepenthe restaurant where the kids put together a big table in the middle of the room and six of us sat at a smaller table at the side pretending we didn't know who those darling children were. Of course they had a marvelous time, taking care of each other, the big ones of the younger ones and having such a good time together.Around Carmel we were at the beach, and of course the Pacific Ocean is cold as hell (not like the warm Atlantic) especially in December. But the kids were all in bathing suits, and I told them they all had to go into the water because this was California. Rachel was mad at me and told the kids to drag me into the water. They loved that. They each took an arm or a leg and managed to get me down to the water's edge before I was saved by??? You? Gene? One of the kids who was not intimidated by Rachel? I have the feeling that the Fogels joined us at some point, but not quite sure. What good times we had! 
Laura Waterman Wittstock
Laura Waterman Wittstock
Ken was one of the greats. His winning smile said it all. There was a true love for humanity in everything he did. When I interviewed him for the book on AIM, he had so much to say that the time went by in a flash as he recollected the events and shenanigans of our own government against its own people. His humanity always shown through, whether speaking of his opposition or those he was defending. And I have to say, he had considerable charm as well. These personal notes are only a small tribute but the world should know what a great man Ken was. He accomplished so much, touched so many lives, and did good work for us all.
Arthur Himmelman
Arthur Himmelman
My most sincere condolences to the Tilsen family, friends, colleagues, and to all those whose lives were blessed by knowing Ken. Ken's legacy will be honored and cherished because of the kindness and assistance he offered to countless people, and for his life long advocacy, strong commitments, and highly effective actions for social justice.
Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein
July 10, 2013

 

So there we were at some political meeting at the Shuchman’s
place in Dinkey Town. You and Rachel were the only ones there with children,
Jocie and David I believe, and I think you were still living in student
housing. I loved you both at once and was sorry when you had to leave
early.  Neither Gene nor I cared
for the Shuchmans, and we never got to know them very well. But Rachel and I
became part of a women’s group discussing methods of raising children. Never
having even baby sat in my life or had any acquaintance with young children and
being pregnant with Joel by then, I listened a lot and read a lot—Gesell and
Ilg, Freud, Fromm, the guru Dr. Spock. Rachel was in the group and she
recruited me into WILPF—61 years ago. She and Shirley and I were the only
members under 50 I think.  The
other women had been members since before WWII and had also been members
of  The Grange and the WCTU. 
Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein
So there we were at the Merle Hay Holiday Inn in Indiana at the junction where I 35 and  I  80 meet.We were having breakfast coffee by the pool. Rachel was in the new kimono that you had just brought back from your trip to China with the lawyers. We were on the way back from Gene's semester as visiting professor at Brooklyn College. We couldn't go up to St. Paul as planned because my mom was in the hospital in Fresno, and we had to get back home right away. So you met us on the road, and we had a day together and left the next morning.What are good friends for?
Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein
So there we were in Santa Barbara in a lovely apartment on a cliff overlooking the ocean. It was Christmas. Joel and his roommates had gone home or elsewhere for their winter break so we had the beautifull apartment and the ocean and the mild weather for free, and we were looking for a place to eat dinner on Christmas eve. Everyone must have been home waiting for Santa Claus because everyplace was closed for the evening. But we found a bar with some food,and by the time we got out of there Kenny was lecturing us about the "huban Crissle mysis." So you can figure out what year that was!.
Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein







July 6, 2013



 



So there we were in the little house on Pleasant Ave in St.
Paul. A Calypso group was 
performing at the St. Paul Hotel, so of course we went to hear them.
Gene was a nut for Calypso, and a very sweet guy was the drummer, so we
befriended him and invited him to the house. Conrad couldn’t believe it when
you all trooped in with the children, Pax and the goat. (“Just like
home,(Trinidad) he burst out. How we all fit into that tiny living room is a
mystery, but maybe we didn’t,( half in half out). He told us that the band was
not allowed to enter the hotel by the front door. They had to come in the back
way—St. Paul 1957.



Ellie Bluestein
Ellie Bluestein







So there we were, back in Fresno for our last night of
revelry before you guys headed back to Minnesota—a laid back New Years
gathering up at Sweets Mill. We set off with instruments and children, and, lo
and behold, when we got up to about 3,000-4,000 feet there was snow at the sides
of the road. But we barreled on in to the access road and by the time we had
gotten about half way there, with about a dozen other cars we were mired in the
ditches and gullies that serve as a road there in the best of times. Stuck in
the snow in Fresno! It was getting dark, and pretty soon Virgil rolled up from
the direction of the lodge in his pickup truck squeezed by all the cars on this
one and a half lane road, full of ditches and gullies with ravines on either
side, picked up all the instruments and any kids who were willing to hang on to
the sides of the truck. The rest of us figuring how long it would take Virgil
to return for the rest of us, just got out of our cars and walked in. After a
fun night in front of the fire, drying out and singing and falling asleep where
we sat, we woke up to bright sunshine and before the snow all melted the kids
found cardboard boxes and used them to sled down the hills .“Winter in Fresno”