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St. James Plaindealer - St. James, MN
Anyone who knows Eric knows that he writes about a little bit of everything, whether it's taking a trip down memory lane, or praising and/or criticizing something or someone.
Mrs. Casey Wants to Know
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By Eric Bergeson
Since 1997, Eric has owned and operated Bergeson Nursery, rural Fertile, MN, a business his grandfather started in 1937. With the active participation of his parents, who owned the business for the previous twenty five years, and his younger brother ...
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Since 1997, Eric has owned and operated Bergeson Nursery, rural Fertile, MN, a business his grandfather started in 1937. With the active participation of his parents, who owned the business for the previous twenty five years, and his younger brother Joe, who is now president of the company, the business has nearly tripled in size during Eric’s ownership tenure. The holder of a Master of Arts in History from the University of North Dakota, Eric has taught courses in history and political science at the University of Minnesota, Crookston. He is also an adjunct lecturer in history for Hamline University, St. Paul, MN. Eric’s hobbies include Minnesota Twins baseball, Bach organ music, bookstores, hiking, photography, singing old country music with his brother Joe, and watching the wildlife on the swamp in front of his house eight miles outside of Fertile, Minn.
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Just got off the phone with Aunt Olla. Her room at the Hilton is a little cool in the -30º weather, so she was sitting in the hallway. She was as sharp as I have heard her in at least six months. Amazing. 

She accused me of calling to gloat, which I admitted to. She told several stories I hadn't heard before, including one about the time she and her husband Doc were in Estes Park and couldn't find a room. Doc was a talker, so pretty soon he had convinced a man to let them stay in his house. They became friends. 

At the hotel where they had tried to stay there was an opera company. They all gathered in the big room by the fire and sang.

Olla recalled playing whist on the dark winter evenings. I asked her if my Grandpa played whist, too.

"Oh, heavens no!" she said. "He thought it was some sort of sin!" 

So Grandpa bought the game "Mrs. Casey wants to Know," which Olive loved.

"Whatever happened to that game?" she asked. 

"It seems when they have something good, they get rid of it."

I looked it up on the internet and sure enough, there are games available. Olla wants me to order one. 

 

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