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The Minnesota Boychoir Brings Early Mother’s Day Joy To the Residents at Ecumen Lakeview Commons

The Minnesota Boychoir performed an early Mother’s Day concert at Ecumen Lakeview Commons on Saturday, May 3, to a packed house of residents, guests and caregivers.

The Cantar and Cantando ensembles performed “Why We Sing,” including “Pie Jesu” and “Wynken, Blynken and Nod,” and closing with “I’ll Make the Difference.” The choir members handed out gerbera daisies to the women in the audience following their performance.

“My grandma left with two daisies and the biggest smile on her face!” said Amy Williams, who is Ecumen’s major gifts officer. “The residents had a fantastic time.  There was plenty of toe-tapping, clapping, and even some shouts of encouragement from the audience. The choirs were really fantastic and the flowers they gave at the end of the program were lovely and meaningful.” 

Jen Rasmussen, the activity director at Ecumen Lakeview Commons, said residents are still talking about how great the boys could sing at such a young age and how cute they all are.  “We had 70 boys in our lobby for almost three hours and every single one of them was a class act,” Jen said. “They were so very polite, quiet and sweet to the residents.”

The Boychoir “welcomes and embraces members of diverse faiths, races, and social and economic backgrounds.” Boys ages 7 to 18 come from communities throughout the Twin Cities metropolitan area and perform in one of three ensemble groups – Cantar, Cantabile or Allegro – and are led by artistic director Mark S. Johnson.

“This is a good place to be for a lot of boys. Lots of kids search for a place to be – to belong. Here, boys with a common interest in singing can hang out, become friends and grow together, both as singers and as young men,” said Johnson, who was quoted in the Boychoir’s program.

The choir, founded in 1962, is celebrating its 50th anniversary season of providing choral music training, education and performance opportunities. Upcoming free concerts will be held in St. Paul on Saturday, May 31, and Minneapolis on Sunday, June 8. Visit www.boychoir.org for more information.

Ecumen Lakeview Commons in Maplewood, Minn., offers enriching activities and performances for residents and their families every week. To learn more about upcoming events or how to volunteer, please call 651-770-1111 or visit www.lakeviewcommons.org.


Anne Diekmann, Director of Nursing, Ecumen of Litchfield

On National Nurses Day: Honoring Anne Diekmann, Exemplary Ecumen Nurse

Anne is one of Ecumen’s approximately 2,800 nurses and nursing assistants. Today we honor them — and all nurses — for the care they give so selflessly and the positive difference they make in people’s lives every day. Read more about why Anne chose working in senior care over a hospital.

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Ecumen of Litchfield Residents and Staff Sing the Praises of Lutefisk

In the great lutefisk debate, a group of residents and staff at Ecumen of Litchfield vote strongly in favor of the controversial cod.

They make field trips to the Litchfield VFW to partake and literally sing the praises of lutefisk. In his "Land of 10,000 Stories," KARE11's Boyd Huppert tells this stinky fish story.

At the beginning of the video, you can see the Ecumen of Litchfield residents walking into the VFW, and toward the end, staffers Julie K. and Jeanie D. lead the diners in the "Lutefisk Song."


Fran Tarkenton at 73 Remembers Pro Football Before the Mayhem-- by Ecumen Blogger Jim Klobuchar

 The current phenomenon known as pro football was introduced to Minnesota and its tributaries more than 50 years ago.   The audience for the first game in 1961, played not far from the cornfields of south Bloomington, was a modest 32,236, and the indisputable star was a rookie quarterback and now lively septuagenarian named Francis Tarkenton.

I can tell you all of this because I wrote about football then for the Minneapolis Star Tribune and also wrote a book about Francis well before his elevation to the National Football League Hall of Fame. We retain a friendship that cheerfully spans the decades.

He was on the phone a few days ago, the same old effervescent Francis.  “Klobey,” he said, “I’m 73 and never felt better, my business [advising startup corporations] is thriving but the old pro football I knew and played looks to be gone forever.”

He meant what pro football, in its unprecedented wealth and prosperity, is inflicting on itself—aided, he is convinced, by a runaway use of performance enhancing drugs.

Add the life-threatening injuries that are multiplying each year because of the increased size of the players, the speed of the game and its furies. Add the non-stop mayhem of it and the big money incentives that with each new season bring the game a little closer to the martial arts ferocities that turn competition into mayhem.

Add the growing evidence that football at all levels can be potentially life-threatening. If not life-threatening then damaging via concussions in a way that that might last a lifetime.  It’s a reason why many parents of today are looking for other less dangerous sports.

“People are getting hurt in ways they didn’t before,” he said. “The incentives to make it in pro football are huge. I loved the game — still do. But its very success is making it a more dangerous game than when we played it 30 and 40 years ago. And now it spills into the college game. Bigger players.  If it takes drugs to make them bigger, that too.”

How big? Grotesque big in some cases. Defensive linemen weighing 340 pounds, seemingly impossible to move out of the way.

But they CAN be moved because the large people facing them on the other side of the line of scrimmage are about as big.

Are they all taking drugs? Of course not. Are the drugs available if they want?  They are.

So the pro football league walks a tightrope. Its popularity has turned the enjoyment of sports into a caricature in ways large and small. Once there were pro football games on Sunday afternoons.  The TV ratings, meek in the years of black and white television, began to expand with color TV. Then there were pro football games on Monday night. That became so popular that they added pro football games on Sunday night.  That became so popular that the league itself produced a football game on Thursday night on its own network. But for all of its TV popularity, for all of the billions of dollars in profits that it produces, pro football is walking a razor’s edge in some places by charging its season ticket buyers a license fee to retain permanent ownership of the seats that they pay thousands of dollars a year to buy.

Some people call that an inducement. Another word is flat-out coercion.  Yet the game’s popularity has become almost mythic. Otherwise normal human beings invest money in fantasy football leagues. Their fantasy team’s performance is based on what happens in the actual games being played out on television. That now means they have a stake in what happens Sunday afternoon, Monday night, Sunday night and Thursday night.  Millions of otherwise normal men (and now normal women) have begun using the same language in routine conversation that the football scouts and the analysts use during the games: pistol formation, back shoulder pass, read option, nickel (defense), bubble screen and more (offense).

So pro football and televised football in general have become a national mania, easily surpassing the popularity of all other sports. It’s evidenced in the current hysteria over college football in the American South, in the jockeying for post-season riches and acclaim. But the increased exposure to injury and stories of former players now battling the results of concussions has led to legal action and serious questions raised increasingly by worried parents.

“There’s no question,” Francis Tarkenton said, “that pro football, any football, has to be concerned about the fallout from those big bodies hitting each other in today’s game.”

Billions of dollars are at stake here. There’s some evidence that the public is going to start demanding some rationality about how far football should go at the amateur level. 

All of that is exciting, Tarkenton conceded. “But certainly in pro football we’re being carried to excess here. Would you believe that football once was actually fun?”


A Lifetime of Love Recaptured

Bill and Mary renewed their vows at Ecumen of Litchfield last week. Mary was granted her "wish," which also included lighting a unity candle and singing "Amazing Grace," through the new EcuDreams program for Ecumen of Litchfield hospice residents.

"A Lifetime of Love Recaptured" by Jenny Berg, Litchfield Independent Review

After more than 66 years, she still captures his heart.

It was evident in the way Bill Olson slowly rose from his walker, leaned in and tenderly kissed his bride last week during a ceremony to renew their vows. With tears in his eyes and a single rose pinned to a simple plaid shirt, Bill repeated that he still takes Mary to be his wife.

“It really got to me,” Bill said thoughtfully while eating a cupcake after the ceremony.

Bill and Mary, both 85, have lived in Litchfield for decades and ran Gambels in downtown Litchfield for many years. A few months ago, Mary transferred from living at the couple’s home to living in hospice care at Ecumen. Read more and see photos of the event on the Litchfield Independent Review's website.