Dr. Wegener

I had been wondering how it was that I landed at 

the Mayo Clinic with such speed. I knew there had

to be some kind of connection, but I didn't know the

specifics until my last visit to my ENT doctor.

I selected this doctor completely at random. I live

within a mile of a medical center, but when I was told

that I could be seen in 3 weeks time, that just wasn't good

enough. I picked an ENT specialty clinic on the edge of

downtown Minneapolis, an area I know very well.

My doctor looks like he is about 12. The gentleman the 

second from the left is his father, also an ENT. They both

trained at Mayo. The gentleman the second from the right

is Dr. Wegener. The group is standing on the site where the

Gonda Building stands today and where my doctor's office is.

The Belle of Belle Plaine

While not the best photograph, one can easily get the idea.

My Dad managed to capture the essence of the best person

I ever knew, Dolores Stark. 

Her husband George, was Dad's cousin.

The occasion is probably a wedding anniversary of

George & Dolores. Likely their 40th, as Dolores passed

away at age 65, in 1984. This is 1979. It is at 

St. Mark's Catholic Church in Shakopee.

Dolores loved everyone-especially George-and everyone

loved her! 

She would not fit in everyone's small box. She had uncorrected

strabismus (cross-eyes), but to me, it only added to her charm.

      

It was because of Dolores & George, that I became a cabin person.

They owned a place on Prior Lake and for 2 years (I was 6&7),

so did our family. I can still see them coming to visit us in their boat.

Always warm. Always kind. Always happy.

My Mother called her "The Belle of Belle Plaine"-

without a hint of derision.