Home from Minneapolis

I got home yesterday around noon. I probably would have immediately commenced to catching up on MP news and stuff, given that Michael was working late and I was alone, but I was sick and quite miserable. Tuesday and Wednesday, all day, nausea and vomiting, and Zofran did not help. I dunno what was going on. Spent the rest of the day in bed moaning. I decided to see the doctor today if I wasn’t better, but when I woke up I felt fine.

Minneapolis was great. I’m so glad I went. It’s a beautiful city, everywhere seems to be within two blocks of a lake, and it was very pedestrian- and bike-friendly. I took loads of pics while I was there. My brother was an excellent host: he took us to various places of interest, and either home-cooked good meals for us or took us out to nice restaurants. He was all alone at home cause his wife had taken their kids to visit her folks for the holiday.

The only disappointment was the fireworks. Ian took us to in Mills Ruins Park three and a half hours ahead of time, to get a good spot. It was a great spot but I thought three and a half hours of waiting for fifteen lousy minutes of fireworks was a bit lame.

Here’s a picture taken from my chair before the fireworks began:

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I did get to see my friend John and his wife. I knew John’s wife had to be an admirable and accomplished person or he wouldn’t be with her, but she made an even better impression when we met: she was extremely kind. And VERY accomplished, Google says. She has mad skillz on the violin and played with the Los Angeles Philharmonic Orchestra.

As I was going back home I texted John to say hi to his wife for me and how much I had enjoyed our meeting. He texted back:

I will pass your greetings to A. She told me your intelligence and good-heartedness were very evident in person; on drive home, we discussed our admiration for your continual learning. I told her how the friendship between you and me helped teach me, at a deep level, that some problems can only be treated or managed, not solved. That lesson has helped me as a husband, as a brother, and as a human being generally. So: Thank you, Meaghan.

I was very touched, reading that.

I used Uber twice in Minneapolis and my driver the second time was a really awesome guy. He was Somali — Minneapolis has a large Somali population — and told me about his life. He was born in Somalia, raised in Kenya and moved to the U.S. as a teenager. Now he’s studying business in college and starting his own business providing non-emergency medical transportation to people. He drives for Uber on weekends to get extra money. He is getting married next month and I asked if his fiancee was Muslim also and he said yes, she was from the same part of Somalia where he was from. I asked if she was hijabi and he said, “There’s regular hijabi and then there’s full on NINJA hijabi. My fiancee is regular hijabi.” I told him about the Charley Project and we discussed prejudice against Muslims in this country. I told him, “I’ve met a lot of Muslims in my life and one of them was an evil man. I will not hold an entire religion responsible for one evil man.” Then I actually wound up telling him about Rollo, without going into details, and the guy said that was truly horrible and he agreed that sending Rollo back to Sudan was the right thing to do, because Sudan was in even worse shape than Somalia. He also said I was one of the most interesting people he’d ever driven anywhere.

We went to visit Minnehaha Falls, which was beautiful. We followed the trail from the falls to the Mississippi River. There was a shallow spot where kids were wading and Mom took a pic of me there:

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And here’s another of me standing on a log:

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We also visited the Lyndale Park Rose Garden at Lake Harriet. Here’s me standing under the thicket. I have no idea why it’s called that because it does not meet the dictionary definition of “thicket” but the sign on it said “Please do not climb the thicket” so…

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I visited a lot of interesting places but my favorite, actually, was Lakewood Cemetery. I love cemeteries: every stone tells a story, and the bigger and older a cemetery is, the more likely you are to find very interesting stones and some great stories. I’m not just talking about famous people either. I kept Googling names that caught my interest. I found one stone for a young man, 21 years old, who had died in 2004 and Googled his name to find out what happened. I thought maybe he’d been in a car wreck or something. It turns out that poor guy was studying abroad in Italy when he was stabbed to death in a street fight.

At one point I saw an ordinary enough stone, fairly recent, in front of which was a metal cylinder set in the ground. I could only see the top of the cylinder. It was supposed to be secure in this metal plate type housing but the housing was broken and the cylinder was loose inside it. I’d seen several graves like this with cylinders but none of the others were loose like that. “Is that what I think it is?” I asked.

“I don’t know what you think it is,” Mom said.

I pulled the cylinder out of the housing — not all the way out, though I could have — and examined it. It had a cross on the side. “Yes, it is what I think,” I said, and set it back down in the ground and carried on. I wish I had remembered the deceased person’s name or taken a photo because later on I thought I should have reported this to the cemetery management and maybe they could have fixed it. This was not an old grave — I think it was like mid-2000s — and the housing should not have been broken like that, and if I had been a total douche, I could have just walked away with this woman’s cremains.

I took loads of pictures. Some highlights:

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This is the same stone, front and back views. You can see my reflection in the second picture.

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Me on the Elks Rest statue.

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You had onnnne job…

My brother suggested perhaps the earth shifted after the stone was placed but that seems unlikely to me. I’ve been in a lot of cemeteries but never seen anything like this before.

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I hope Peterson consented.

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I tickled it. It didn’t laugh.

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I would love to know the story behind this stone. I asked a few friends (my former professor of Russian history, my friend with a Russian wife) to translate the epitaph and it answers nothing: just says something like, “Sleep well, my darling.” No apparent relatives buried nearby. I went to the library this morning to look Mildred up on Ancestry and see if I could learn anything more but drew a dead end. I’ve contacted the Minneapolis library’s genealogy people to ask for info on Mildred and I’m waiting for a response.

Anyway. The journey home was difficult, mainly because I felt so sick and miserable, but I really enjoyed myself in Minneapolis. It’s a beautiful city. I missed Michael and the cats very much and I’m glad to be home. Now to get back in the swing of things…

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11 thoughts on “Home from Minneapolis

  1. Former Advance Resident July 7, 2016 / 1:15 pm

    Sounds like a wonderful trip! And I share your fascination with cemeteries and taxi drivers. I spit my coffee out at ‘ninja hijabi’!

  2. michael July 7, 2016 / 1:39 pm

    We’re just a few days away from DeOrr Kunz being eligible to be put up on Charley Project, and just a few weeks away from Austin Stephanos and Perry Cohen being eligible to be put up on Charley Project, 2 fairly high profile cases.

    • Meaghan July 7, 2016 / 1:41 pm

      I saw something about DeOrr on the cover of People (I think) Magazine while I was in a grocery store in Minneapolis.

  3. lj July 7, 2016 / 4:15 pm

    My father’s grave marker has a cylinder in it too. it is to hold flowers.

    • Meaghan July 7, 2016 / 8:19 pm

      The cylinders were flat in the ground; you could just see the very tops of them. A shiny circular metal top within a square plate of bronze. That’s why I’m pretty sure they were cremation urns.

  4. Kat July 7, 2016 / 6:41 pm

    Looks like you had a good time! I’ve been out of state with family for the last few weeks myself. Been posting from hotels LOL. Yes, I do think it was People Magazine, though the why that case is coming up again I’m not sure. And, really, Deorr? Sigh. The names alone….at any rate, I hope the new/renewed publicity drums up some leads…from what I’ve read the parents might not be truthful. No child deserves to be left alone.

  5. Liz July 7, 2016 / 11:13 pm

    Glad your trip was awesome! Could I just be a total pain and comment on the pics? I hate to be a pain, but…. I suspect those are children you don’t know? I would just suggest blurring them out or cropping them a bit. When I first had kids I would just upload away. But after happening upon a San Francisco Zoo FB page that had my kids displayed to everyone I became a lot more private and realized other people might feel that way too. So I try to be conscious to post photos with few children it their backs turned. Just a thought.

  6. Amanda July 8, 2016 / 3:17 pm

    Hi, Meaghan

    I poked around on some of the Genealogy sites for Mildred and could not find a death certificate, only an indexed record.

    https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:V4QM-JZT

    Mildred was married to a George Waldemar Anderson, who was born in Russia/Estonia in 1896. From the 1940 census, it appears that George was ten years younger. Being only in his 60s upon M’s death, he may have remarried and been buried elsewhere.

    https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:KSVB-TD4

    The census records for the decades they were married don’t enumerate any children.

    Here is Mildred”s birth record. Her mother’s maiden name was Welles.

    https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:FDS1-WR2

    I hope these tidbits help with your search!

    Cheers,
    Amanda

    • Meaghan July 8, 2016 / 3:57 pm

      Thanks so much. If her husband was Russian that explains the epitaph then.

  7. Aire July 9, 2016 / 4:49 am

    I’m sorry this is weird and all but “Tuesday and Wednesday, all day, nausea and vomiting, and Zofran did not help. I dunno what was going on.” are you sure you’re not pregnant…..? I know it may seem impossible depending on certain factors and so on but still?

    • Meaghan July 9, 2016 / 11:13 am

      Yes, I am sure I am not pregnant. I agree that with most women my age the possibility should be explored, but with me, but it just isn’t on the table.

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