It is hard to believe that Thanksgiving is in the rearview mirror and the winter holidays are fast approaching. As Edina Rotarians, we have many blessings that we can count. Last Wednesday, Nov. 23, Michael Stanzak, with assistance from Mary Hustad, made arrangements for 77 Thanksgiving Baskets to be delivered to families in need in our community. More than 100 Rotary Club of Edina members with family and friends, along with 55 Edina Morningside Rotary Club members and guests, as well as eight members of the Edina High School Interact Club, assembled and delivered the baskets. This was a record number of helpers—almost 170! 

Our Community Service—Local Funding Committee is busy vetting grant requests. These monies are available due to the success of this year’s Edina Rotary Foundation Fundraiser & Gala, which netted $105,000. This would not have occurred without the leadership of gala Co-Chairs Sam Thompson and Leann Stessman. They put together an amazing evening with both exciting silent and live auction items and lively entertainment so that we could meet our revenue goal while having fun. Kudos to both Sam and Leann.

 

Congratulations also to Marty Kupper and Mike Opitz, who organized another successful raffle as part of the 2016 Fundraiser & Gala. They have coordinated the distribution and collection of the raffle tickets for the past 10 years, and it is estimated that the club has netted over $160,000! Marty and Mike are the Raffle Kings!  

There are many activities coming up in December and hopefully each of you will donate a gift for those less fortunate through our Rotary Holiday Giving Program (bring donations to the Dec. 1 and 8 meetings), sign up for Salivation Army bell ringing (contact Dan Hallberg) and attend the Rotary Holiday Party on Dec. 15 (register now!).

 

 

The Rotary Club of Edina once again will be collecting holiday gifts for families in need in our community. Rotarian Jean Morrison is spearheading the Holiday Giving Program, and asks that members bring UNWRAPPED gifts for children of any age (infant all the way through teens) as well as gifts for moms, dads, and families, to the Edina Country Club in December. The gifts can be dropped off at the regular Rotary meetings on Dec. 1 and 8, or at the Holiday Party on Thursday, Dec. 15.  Gift cards, cash or check donations are also welcome at the Dec. 1 and 8 meetings. Jean will take the funds donated and buy gift cards or other gifts to be donated as well. This year, the organizations benefiting from the Edina Rotary Holiday Giving Program will be:

 

• Cornerstone—every year for the holidays, Cornerstone hosts the Holiday Shop for the families they serve. The Holiday Shop gives children from abusive homes the opportunity to shop for gifts for their parents and siblings. Cornerstone is a nonprofit agency that serves adults and children who  have been impacted by domestic violence, sexual violence and/or human trafficking. Cornerstone believes that together, we can ease the stress of the season and make the holidays brighter for families who are rebuilding their lives.  We are asking for as many gifts to be brought to the Dec. 1 meeting as possible, so that they can be donated in time for Cornerstone's Holiday Shop.

 
If you have questions about the program, or need gift ideas for children or families, contact Jean Morrison at jean@jeanmorrisonhr.com. 

 

Thank you for sharing your holiday spirit with those in need!

 

 

Join us for the Edina Rotary Happy Hour/Vocational Development Group. The December Rotary Happy Hour will be held at a different date and time than usual. The next gathering will be Monday, Dec. 12, from 5:30 to 7 p.m. at The Mezz, located upstairs in Lunds & Byerly's at 7171 France Ave. S. in Edina. Access The Mezz from the entrance closest to France Avenue (SW corner of the store). Wine and craft beer is available at your own cost. A limited menu may be available, but you can also purchase food in the grocery deli and bring it upstairs.

The event will feature a short social period, with a "formal" program beginning at 6 p.m. Each person will have a brief opportunity to introduce themselves and make new connections. A featured presenter will have 15 minutes to share information that is relevant to his or her profession followed by a short Q&A period. The speaker at the Dec. 12 gathering is Dick Crockett of the Edina Community Foundation. Dick is a member of the Edina Morningside Rotary Club. 

Other upcoming speakers are:

• Jan. 4, 2017—Dan Hennen
• Feb. 1, 2017—Sutton McGraw
• March 1, 2017—Ann Platt

Rotary Happy Hour is a collaboration between the Rotary Club of Edina and EMRC. Contact Renee Harberts for more information. 

Come and check out this Rotary event! 

 

 

Valet parking will be offered. Make sure you check in at the registration table when you arrive at the ECC that evening. Note that only cash will be accepted to purchase beverages at the bar. The ECC does not have a cash machine on site.

For more information, contact Marty Kupper or Steve Slyce.

 

 

Edina Rotarians are invited to participate in an Edina Chamber of Commerce survey that is collecting stakeholder and community input to direct the economic development strategy for the city of Edina. This strategy is expected to guide activities in the community over the next ten years. This survey is not a city project, but is from the Chamber.

Future iQ Partners is collecting this information for area organizations and you may answer the survey anonymously.

The survey link can be found here.

The survey will only take five minutes to complete. Deadline to participate is tomorrow, Wednesday, Nov. 30.

 

 

The Rotary Club of Edina’s Board of Directors recently approved the applicant below for membership:

A total of 169 people were greeted by our Chairman of this event of many years, the Honorable and Ever Enthusiastic Michael Stanzak. We also had three District 5950 Governors in attendance, and a crew from Korea filming this event—more about that later.

 

Helping out at the front desk for the Thanksgiving Baskets Assembly meeting were Wayne Harmon and Mary Hustad.  

 

Michael Stanzak thanked Mary Hustad, who organized and planned the distribution of the Thanksgiving Baskets. He then thanked some of the people that prior to lunch, picked up some of the food that we packed into our Thanksgiving baskets. Our partners in the Thanksgiving Baskets project, the Edina Morningside Rotary Club, contributed to the event in many ways. Michael thanked Jane Ehresmann, who brought the bread and oranges for the baskets and organized her club's participation. Ted Field, who donated hats and mittens to the baskets through his Warm Hands, Warm Heads, Warm Hearts project. Tom and Erick Ries, Tom Bach, Sam Cote, André Brewer and others put together the boxes for the food distribution. Tom Pirsch and Ted Yoch picked up the pumpkin pies for the baskets. He also thanked Zdenek Kratky of EMRC, who helped with all the canned goods donated by Del Monte, thanks to Rick Brannen.

 
 

Wooj Byun, in his most humbled manner, then told about the film crew that has been following him around and were here today. Because he is one of the most successful Rotary Scholars to ever come out of Korea, he is being honored for that and Korea sent this crew here to film him for a few days. Way to go Wooj!

 
Michael introduced the eight Interact students from Edina High School who were here to help. The Interact Club members told us about some of the current and upcoming projects, including the Skate to End Polio coming up on Feb. 10.

Mark Hegstrom, 2016–2017 Rotary District 5950 Governor, talked for a few minutes about community service and about his Thanksgiving Basket delivery last year and how emotionally rewarding that was to him and his wife, Colleen.
 
Michael Stanzak then shared the following story, a classic familiar to those who have attended Thanksgiving Baskets in past years:
 
A Father, a Daughter and a Dog
A true story by Catherine Moore
 
"Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?"
 
Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.
 
"I saw the car, Dad . Please don't yell at me when I'm driving..."
 
My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.
 
Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts...dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?
 
Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon. He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.
 
The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.
 
Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.
 
At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone..
 
My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.
 
Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.
 
Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind.
 
But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.
 
The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.
 
Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article.."
 
I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had proved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.
 
I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons—too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed.
 
Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.
 
I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?" The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.
 
As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. "You mean you're going to kill him?"
 
"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."
 
I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said. I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch.

 

"Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!" I said excitedly.
 
Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it!" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.
 
Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!"
 
Dad ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw.
 
Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.
 
It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne. Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet.
 
Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.
 
Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.
 
The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life.
 
And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it.
 
"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.
 
For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article... Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter...his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father...and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.
 
Life is too short for drama or petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly. Live While You Are Alive. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second time.
 
But do share this with someone. Lost time can never be found.
 
God answers our prayers in His time...not ours.
 
Michael closed with how "not what we say about our blessings in important, but how we use them is the true meaning of Thanksgiving."

 
Mary Hustad then announced the 25 groups of Rotarians and friends and relatives who then each packed three of the Thanksgiving boxes they were to deliver.  And the two Edina Rotary clubs, as our Past President Bob Stehlik used to say as he closed each of his meetings—"Sow[ed] the Seeds Of Love"—delivering more than 75 Thanksgiving dinners to families in need in our community.