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Cheri’s Books

Petersen’s Cafe 2: Herman High Remembered

Herman High is a bum.  A bum isn’t a bad person—just somebody with no place to live and no food to eat, somebody who wears the same clothes over and over and wanders around begging. Herman High doesn’t beg, though. He doesn’t talk at all. He’s “dumb,” like “deaf and dumb,” but not deaf. [...]

Petersen’s Cafe, Alden, MN

I was unusually lucky to get to spend many days of my childhood in a small-town beer joint. My maternal grandparents, Francis and Alma Petersen, were the owners and proprietors, the bartender and the cook, the rule enforcer and the wise comforter of Petersen’s Cafe. If not the heart of Danish American life in [...]

The Guardian Angel (part 2 of Shock and Awe)

Once I was discharged from St. Eriks Sjukhus, I continued my journey through the Swedish women’s movement. Karin Westman Berg, who might be called the Mother of Women’s Studies in Scandinavia, welcomed me into her labyrinthine Uppsala apartment, where I would stay many times throughout the 1970s, and invited me to a symposium on [...]

Shock and Awe

I have been sick with a respiratory virus for the last week or so, and as a result, I had to postpone a trip to San Francisco. Lying in bed with a headache, as well, has given me pause to recall other times when illness coincided with, or impeded, travel. The time I have [...]

Leathered and Layered

I recently bought–on a rare shopping whim–a sturdy new wallet to replace my worn combination of zippered billfold, coin purse, and handmade leather cardholder. I always have a hard time discarding trusted old objects, but retiring the cardholder has been particularly difficult. I have been carrying it for 46 years. I bought it from [...]

Gångna tider

I feel as though I’ve sliced off a chunk of my life and let it fall away. In the midst of a serious basement cleaning, I came across a cardboard box taped shut and marked “Scandinavian Stuff to Store.” I doubt that the box was opened on its move from a former home to [...]

No Time

I have gone missing from this blog for most of the summer. Yes, I’m still mourning the loss of Leila and still being surprised by her absence in odd moments.  The prime explanation for my silence, however, is that I’ve been writing elsewhere. I’ve been working, pushing ahead on the research and drafting of [...]

My Diversity Challenge

I pride myself on being a person who welcomes diversity.  I fancy myself to be open to all varieties of humanity, even those I have not yet encountered.  I don’t use the word “different,” or worse “real differ’nt,” as an epithet, the way I heard it used in my hometown when I was a [...]

Humanities Education and a Life of Good Will

Education in the humanities is under siege again . . . or still.  In a period of joblessness, training people in the barely lucrative fields of art, music, literature, language, social and cultural history may seem like an indulgence, as Florida’s governor Rick Scott recently proclaimed and as Mitt Romney apparently believes, having said [...]

Eagles! Live!

If there’s anyone left in the world who hasn’t yet been introduced to the brooding eagles 80 feet up in a cottonwood tree near the Decorah, Iowa, fish hatchery, here is the Raptor Resource Center’s 24/7 live video feed.  If you have read my posted cardinal essay, you know how easily I [...]