Do we have a corrupted text?Is our Bible true to the original text? Since the Bible was written centuries ago in Hebrew, Aramaic and Greek, our English Bible are translations of copies of prior copies. How do we know that the text we have has not been corrupted in this lengthy, complicated process? None of the original Old Testament writings remain — they disappeared for two reasons. First, ancient Jerusalem was twice destroyed and the Jews deported. Those violent events made it nearly impossible to preserve written materials. Second, the Jews had such reverence for their Scriptures that when a copy began to wear out, they disposed of it with a ritual burial. The lack of ancient copies would seem to hinder today’s scholars’ efforts to reconstruct the exact wording of the original. But the text we have is amazingly accurate because it was preserved over the centuries by the ancient scribes’ meticulous copying rules. We can verify their accuracy by comparing the Dead Sea Scrolls, from about 250 B.C. to A.D. 50, with the later Masoretic text, from which our Old Testament comes. The scribes’ procedure included the following: nothing was written from memory, not even one letter. They counted the number of verses, words and letters in each book and in the Pentateuch, and then noted the middle verse word and letter of each. They kept detailed records to compare their counts to those of previous scribes. This demanding process almost guaranteed that any copying errors would surface which could then be corrected. Nothing was left to chance. The issues surrounding New Testament transmission are different, but the resulting text is no less accurate. Like the Old Testament, no originals of the New Testament exist today. But we do have thousands of copies including fragments dating to a generation or two after the original. It is not out of the question to suggest that these earliest fragments may have been copied directly from the original. Also at our disposal are the writings of the early church fathers who quoted so much of the New Testament that some scholars believe we could reconstruct it entirely if we lost all our copies. Such a wealth of documents gives textual experts a great advantage in reconstructing the exact wording of the originals. As we might imagine when working with thousands of documents, we find variations in the copies. But the number of differences is exceedingly small — smaller than the variations among our English translations. Most are spelling differences, and none affects any significant doctrine. The result of such research is that we have no doubt about the exact wording of more than 99 percent of the original New Testament. What we have today, both old and New Testaments, is what God wrote long ago. We can trust it, learn it, memorize it, and live it with confidence.

Before I was a mom… I would have never read this columnPerfectly timed for Mother’s Day, a delightful e-mail essay has been making its rounds in inboxes all over the world.I know it’s been circulating at least on local servers because it found its way to my desk several times in the past week.It’s called "Before I Was a Mom," and I wasn’t going to share it in my column, thinking it was outdated and too many moms had already seen it. But Tuesday morning, when I lifted Carson from his crib, he wrapped his little arms and legs and around me in a giant, all-he-could-muster good-morning hug.He also had a giant, wet, sagging poopy diaper that leaked through his jammies … and onto me.Despite the smelly mess, that little encounter was easily the best thing that happened to me all day.After cleaning poop off Carson, his jammies, his bedding and then off myself, I decided the e-mail message (author unknown) is probably worth repeating for both moms and dads. (The rest of you might bother skimming it so you know what drives us to do the things we do.)Before I was a Mom …I slept as late as I wanted and never worried about how late I got into bed. I brushed my hair and my teeth everyday.Before I was a Mom …I cleaned my house each day. I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations.Before I was a Mom …I had never been puked on. Pooped on. Spit on. Chewed on. Peed on.I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.I slept all night.Before I was a Mom …I never held down a screaming child so that nurses could give shots.I never looked into teary eyes and cried.I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.Before I was a Mom …I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put him down.I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.I never knew that I could love someone so much.I never knew I would love being a Mom.Before I was a Mom …I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.Before I was a Mom …I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much before I was a Mom.

Ancient Order of United Workmen and degree of HonorThe following was taken from the Rose History printed in 1911:During the early ‘80s a lodge of the Ancient Order of United Workmen was organized but was later disbanded. The organization of Luverne Lodge No. 66 was effected Dec. 19, 1890, when the following first officers were elected: Jens Billington, past master workman; Olaf J. Oestern, master workman; Henry A. Stone, foreman; William J. Teetor, overseer; Charles A. Baker, recorder; Henry Larson, financier; Robert O. Crawford, receiver; James E. Black, guide; Perry L. Fassett, inside watchman; William Berry, outside watchman. From 20 members at the start the lodge has progressed until now it has a membership of more than 100. Up to August 1910, Luverne Lodge had lost 13 of it members by death. Blue Mound Lodge No. 43, Degree of Honor, became an organized body May 14, 1895. Mrs. Mary Daley, of St. Paul, was the instituting officer. The first officers of the order, elected at the initial meeting, were Mrs. Jennie D. Walters, P.C. of H.; Mrs. Lois V. McMillan, L. of H.; Mrs. Nettie Baker, recorder; Mrs. Orpha Blasdell, receiver; Mrs. Mary Coney, I.W.; Mrs. Cora E. Fender, C. of H.; Mrs. Ella A. Carleton, C. of C.; Mrs. Martha Oestern, adviser; Mrs. Reta Clegg and Miss Etta Beers, maids of honor. Donations to the Rock County Historical Endowment Fund can be sent to the Rock County Historical Society, P.O. Box 741, Luverne, MN 56156.Mann welcomes correspondence sent to mannmade@iw.net.

Excited fans of the latest sport will soon scramble for the best curbside seats on their streets. If the trend catches on, entire neighborhoods will listen for the cry, "Gentlemen, start your lawnmower engines!" The lawnmower racing season will soon begin in Britain and the United States. Across the pond the sport is headed by the British Lawn Mower Racing Association, whose motto is "Per Herbam Ad Astra" — Through Grass to the Stars. Racers in the United States follow the rules and regulations of a similar group. A spokesman for the British group told Reuters, "The sport appeals to people from all walks of life attracted to the smell of engine fumes, the spectacle of daredevil maneuvers and the honor of crossing the finishing line first." Any riding or push-type mower designed to cut domestic lawns can be raced and some engines for riding mowers are souped up to reach 50 mph. Full-size farm tractors and combines needn’t apply, thank you. Several signs should indicate whether your next-door neighbor is leading a double life as a lawnmower racer: When asked to describe your neighbor, the best comparison you can come up with is a cross between Jeff Gordon and Edward Scissorshands. You never see him mowing his lawn without a stopwatch in his hand. His lawn goes uncut for several weeks at a time. One reason is that he’s off to the races. Another reason is that racing lawnmowers are required to have their blades removed and it’s not all that easy to remove and replace the blades on a daily basis. When he does mow the lawn, it’s always in record time. Because he mows his lawn so quickly, his lawn is free of obstructions such as birdbaths, wishing wells, shrubs and lawn furniture. Actually, those objects were all reduced to shreds by the neighbor early in his lawnmower racing career. His mower is the only one on the block covered with racing numbers and sponsor decals. Small children in the neighborhood are warned to stay away from his yard. He has only one movie in his home video collection — "The Lawnmower Man." The neighbor has converted your normally quiet suburban street into a drag strip for his mower and any drive-by challengers. And then there’s the incident. Heading for a checkered flag at the finish line has become such a focus in his life that he can hardly be blamed for what happened to the unfortunate neighbor woman. While he was making his trial time laps around the backyard on a recent Saturday morning, she showed up at his back door to borrow a cup of sugar. She had inadvertently dressed that day in a black-and-white checkered muumuu. The muumuu fluttered in the breeze. From her hospital bed later in the day, the woman could hysterically recall hearing the roar of an engine, turning around and coming face-to-grill with a side-discharging, grass-mulching John Deere LT155. (The local lawn implement dealer was kind enough to contribute those technical details for the police report a couple of days later.) The woman neighbor’s most vivid memories of that morning were a threatening blur of green and yellow and the victorious "Yahoo!" of her neighbor. A mishap like that would definitely be a sign.

Saturday morning we awoke to a strong (leftover March) wind rattling the storm windows and anything else that was loose enough to move. Predictions were for high winds and dropping temperatures with a possibility of light frost Saturday night. We should be getting used to the sudden changes in our weather pattern — but it is spring. When is the weather going to cooperate and act like spring? At any rate there is a change in our landscape nearly every day. One day it looks like it would never look any different. However, the next day you might think you were on a different road, but no, it is the same one. The brown fields have all been worked up, the pastures are green and filled with cattle casually grazing. The lawns have turned green — so the next job is to check the lawnmower. The farmers are working frantically on their machinery. Some fields have been tilled, but not many. They look just like they did last fall, except the weeds are dead. However, they have been replaced by a new crop of weeds that are all doing very well. They are all in bloom and I could pick a bouquet of them as they are nice and tall with tiny leaves and clumps of white blossoms on them. I think I will wait as the tulips will soon be in bloom and my iris is looking great. The lilac blossoms are ready to pick. Now, that should inspire me to get into the garden and have a change of landscape on my yard! With scenery like this we don’t need to take a very long trip for a change of scenery as we have one every day. Saturday afternoon Mildred Keunen, Joyce Aykens and Jo Aykens attended the retirement party for Paul Aykens in Orange City, Iowa. He has served 27 years as principal of the Orange City High School. Congratulations to him. They also celebrated Paul’s birthday while there. Norma VanWyhe and daughters, Jessica and Gwen, Lester, Iowa, visited in the home of her mother, Henrietta Heunink, on Mother’s Day.Mother’s Day guests in the Orrin and Bernice Aukes home were their children, Orlie and sons Bryan and Dan, Larchwood, Iowa, Steve and Nancy Willers and daughters, Shilo and Dusty, Fairmont, Lisa and Taylor Telford, Sioux Falls, Terry and Christi Aukes and sons, Logan and Dylan, Hills, and Clair and Mary Crawford, Beaver Creek. Joyce Bristow underwent surgery at the Surgical Center in Sioux Falls on Thursday. She returned to her home on Sunday. Steen Senior Citizens met last Monday in the Steen Town Hall. There were 12 present. Games and cards were played and lunch was served. Steven Bosch, son of Dries and Laura May Bosch, spent Mother’s Day weekend at their home in Steen. He arrived on Friday and returned to his home in the Cities on Sunday. Dries and Laura May were his Mother’s Day dinner guests in Luverne. Cheryl Hup and Melba Boeve attended the production of "The Monroe Crossing" at the Palace Theatre in Luverne Sunday afternoon. Others from the Steen area attending were Melvin and JoAnn Paulsen, Laura Paulson and Henry and Carol Zwaan. Malena Boeve entered Luverne Community Hospital last Sunday evening and was transferred to Mary Jane Brown Good Samaritan Center on Wednesday. She had fallen and broken her arm in several places. We wish her a speedy recovery. Mother’s Day dinner guests in the home of Greg and Michelle VanWyhe were Art and Henrietta Boeve, Glen and Ann Boeve and Matthew and Erin.Graduation exercises were Saturday for Christi Elbers, daughter of Marlin and Linda Elbers, and Erin Smith, daughter of Larry and Rhonda Smith, who graduated from Northwestern College, Orange City, Iowa. There was a dinner for the graduates following the ceremony. Audrey Winters, Little Rock, Iowa, was a Saturday afternoon visitor in the home of her mother, Henrietta Heunink.Darlene Bosch underwent surgery at Luverne Community Hospital on Tuesday and was able to return to her home on Thursday.Melba Boeve was a Monday Mother’s Day evening dinner guest of her son Brian and family at the Olive Garden in Sioux Falls. Erin Bosch, daughter of Paula and Diane Bosch, Brandon, graduated from the University of South Dakota, Vermillion, Saturday morning. A reception at Paul and Diane’s home followed the graduation exercises. Dries and Laura May Bosch were guests.National Music Week was observed May 7-14, 1967. That is a long time ago and I have never heard that there was a week set aside for music. I am not sure if it is still observed or not but I think it is a wonderful idea. I can’t help but wonder what has happened to our music. I have enjoyed music probably since the day I was born. I know it was when I was very young and my dad and mom would go dancing at the Ash Creek Town Hall. They would put me to sleep behind the piano and when it was time to go home my dad would wake me up and we danced the last dance before going home. The main objectives for observing National Music Week were to stimulate year-round interest in music and music education and to advance specific local music productions of permanent social and cultural values. What does music mean to you? Fun entertainment, relaxation or an emotional or intellectual experience in the concert hall? Or a chance for self expression? Your primary purpose, however, is a religious one. Music enables people to express feelings that cannot be put into words and to communicate these to others in a truly universal language. Psychologists have noted that some persons, who are entirely unmoved by other modes of religious expression, have discovered profound spiritual insights through music. Each of our friends has his own principal melody. He must be judged by that. It is not what he says or does now and then that is important. It is the melody that comes from his whole life. The harmony he may occasionally manifest may merely serve to give greater emphasis to the beauty of his life at other times. Let us hope that National Music Week will become popular and that it will be observed in many areas for we all know "Life is a song, so let’s sing it together!"

Steve and Marilyn VanWyhe, Steen, Heather VanWyhe and Jeff Beeler, Bloomington, Travis Arends, Brookings, S.D., and Cliff and Vi VanWyhe went to Kearney, Neb., Thursday to attend the graduation of Amber VanWyhe. She graduated with a degree in organizational communications. A reception followed with Amber’s friends. A week ago Saturday Don and Edyth Briggs went to Le Sueur to attend the HRAKPT meeting and supper. Dick and Audrey Heidenson returned home from spending a few days at Apple Valley in the home of their daughter, Jan Ausland and family. They attended the graduation of Jan when she received her degree in special education from Augsburg College. They also attended the Apple Valley High School production of the musical "Oklahoma."The Mark Hadler family from Edgerton and the Steve Carmany family from Tyler were Mother’s Day guests in the Goehle home. Don and Edyth Briggs drove to Sioux City, Iowa, Sunday afternoon to spend Mother’s Day with the Marj Winter family. Last Monday evening Betty Elbers attended the Middle School choir concert at Washington High School in Sioux Falls in which her granddaughter, Kelsey, participated. Mother’s Day dinner guests in the Wendell and Kathryn Erickson home were Kirsten and Pat Anderson and Nicole, Sioux Falls, and Margaret Erickson and Jose, Worthington. Vic and Fran Sandager and Mark and Karen Sandager and sons, Tom, Mankato, and Ian, Ames, Iowa, who are home from college for the summer, celebrated Mother’s Day by having dinner "out." Wednesday evening Twila Walker, Luverne, Cheryl Elbers, Valley Springs, S.D., and Betty Elbers attended the mother-daughter banquet at Steen Reformed Church. Guests on Saturday evening at Mae Top’s home were her son, Bill and Judy Top, Sibley, Iowa. Sunday evening Allan and Judy Top, Mae’s daughter, Gerry and Jim Sandstede, Luverne, and grandchildren, Kristin and Jared Van Maanen, Valley Springs, and Mike and Melissa Top and son Chanz, Sioux Falls, met for a Mother’s Day celebration. Sunday Cliff and Vi VanWyhe attended the party reception for Ashley DeWit at the home of her parents, Ron and Lex DeWit, in Sioux Falls. She is a 2003 high school graduate.Chuck and Rheta DeBoer and Rachael spent Mother’s Day in the Seth Hofman home in Melvin, Iowa. Darwin and Kim Elbers and family, Sioux Falls, Tom and Twila Walker and family, Luverne, and Cheryl Elbers and family, Valley Springs, were Sunday guests in the Wilmer and Betty Elbers home. Maggie Schubbe came Thursday from Afton to visit Erma Schubbe. Her husband Tom, and son, Thomas, came Friday and all returned home Sunday night. Jennie Vestlie, Sioux Falls, died Sunday afternoon. Funeral services were at Grace Lutheran Church in Sioux Falls on Wednesday. Burial was in Flowerfield Cemetery, Hills. Jennie was 79 and the sister-in-law of Martha Lindrud.

Saturday morning we awoke to a strong (leftover March) wind rattling the storm windows and anything else that was loose enough to move. Predictions were for high winds and dropping temperatures with a possibility of light frost Saturday night. We should be getting used to the sudden changes in our weather pattern — but it is spring. When is the weather going to cooperate and act like spring? At any rate there is a change in our landscape nearly every day. One day it looks like it would never look any different. However, the next day you might think you were on a different road, but no, it is the same one. The brown fields have all been worked up, the pastures are green and filled with cattle casually grazing. The lawns have turned green — so the next job is to check the lawnmower. The farmers are working frantically on their machinery. Some fields have been tilled, but not many. They look just like they did last fall, except the weeds are dead. However, they have been replaced by a new crop of weeds that are all doing very well. They are all in bloom and I could pick a bouquet of them as they are nice and tall with tiny leaves and clumps of white blossoms on them. I think I will wait as the tulips will soon be in bloom and my iris is looking great. The lilac blossoms are ready to pick. Now, that should inspire me to get into the garden and have a change of landscape on my yard! With scenery like this we don’t need to take a very long trip for a change of scenery as we have one every day. Saturday afternoon Mildred Keunen, Joyce Aykens and Jo Aykens attended the retirement party for Paul Aykens in Orange City, Iowa. He has served 27 years as principal of the Orange City High School. Congratulations to him. They also celebrated Paul’s birthday while there. Norma VanWyhe and daughters, Jessica and Gwen, Lester, Iowa, visited in the home of her mother, Henrietta Heunink, on Mother’s Day.Mother’s Day guests in the Orrin and Bernice Aukes home were their children, Orlie and sons Bryan and Dan, Larchwood, Iowa, Steve and Nancy Willers and daughters, Shilo and Dusty, Fairmont, Lisa and Taylor Telford, Sioux Falls, Terry and Christi Aukes and sons, Logan and Dylan, Hills, and Clair and Mary Crawford, Beaver Creek. Joyce Bristow underwent surgery at the Surgical Center in Sioux Falls on Thursday. She returned to her home on Sunday. Steen Senior Citizens met last Monday in the Steen Town Hall. There were 12 present. Games and cards were played and lunch was served. Steven Bosch, son of Dries and Laura May Bosch, spent Mother’s Day weekend at their home in Steen. He arrived on Friday and returned to his home in the Cities on Sunday. Dries and Laura May were his Mother’s Day dinner guests in Luverne. Cheryl Hup and Melba Boeve attended the production of "The Monroe Crossing" at the Palace Theatre in Luverne Sunday afternoon. Others from the Steen area attending were Melvin and JoAnn Paulsen, Laura Paulson and Henry and Carol Zwaan. Malena Boeve entered Luverne Community Hospital last Sunday evening and was transferred to Mary Jane Brown Good Samaritan Center on Wednesday. She had fallen and broken her arm in several places. We wish her a speedy recovery. Mother’s Day dinner guests in the home of Greg and Michelle VanWyhe were Art and Henrietta Boeve, Glen and Ann Boeve and Matthew and Erin.Graduation exercises were Saturday for Christi Elbers, daughter of Marlin and Linda Elbers, and Erin Smith, daughter of Larry and Rhonda Smith, who graduated from Northwestern College, Orange City, Iowa. There was a dinner for the graduates following the ceremony. Audrey Winters, Little Rock, Iowa, was a Saturday afternoon visitor in the home of her mother, Henrietta Heunink.Darlene Bosch underwent surgery at Luverne Community Hospital on Tuesday and was able to return to her home on Thursday.Melba Boeve was a Monday Mother’s Day evening dinner guest of her son Brian and family at the Olive Garden in Sioux Falls. Erin Bosch, daughter of Paula and Diane Bosch, Brandon, graduated from the University of South Dakota, Vermillion, Saturday morning. A reception at Paul and Diane’s home followed the graduation exercises. Dries and Laura May Bosch were guests.National Music Week was observed May 7-14, 1967. That is a long time ago and I have never heard that there was a week set aside for music. I am not sure if it is still observed or not but I think it is a wonderful idea. I can’t help but wonder what has happened to our music. I have enjoyed music probably since the day I was born. I know it was when I was very young and my dad and mom would go dancing at the Ash Creek Town Hall. They would put me to sleep behind the piano and when it was time to go home my dad would wake me up and we danced the last dance before going home. The main objectives for observing National Music Week were to stimulate year-round interest in music and music education and to advance specific local music productions of permanent social and cultural values. What does music mean to you? Fun entertainment, relaxation or an emotional or intellectual experience in the concert hall? Or a chance for self expression? Your primary purpose, however, is a religious one. Music enables people to express feelings that cannot be put into words and to communicate these to others in a truly universal language. Psychologists have noted that some persons, who are entirely unmoved by other modes of religious expression, have discovered profound spiritual insights through music. Each of our friends has his own principal melody. He must be judged by that. It is not what he says or does now and then that is important. It is the melody that comes from his whole life. The harmony he may occasionally manifest may merely serve to give greater emphasis to the beauty of his life at other times. Let us hope that National Music Week will become popular and that it will be observed in many areas for we all know "Life is a song, so let’s sing it together!"

Excited fans of the latest sport will soon scramble for the best curbside seats on their streets. If the trend catches on, entire neighborhoods will listen for the cry, "Gentlemen, start your lawnmower engines!" The lawnmower racing season will soon begin in Britain and the United States. Across the pond the sport is headed by the British Lawn Mower Racing Association, whose motto is "Per Herbam Ad Astra" — Through Grass to the Stars. Racers in the United States follow the rules and regulations of a similar group. A spokesman for the British group told Reuters, "The sport appeals to people from all walks of life attracted to the smell of engine fumes, the spectacle of daredevil maneuvers and the honor of crossing the finishing line first." Any riding or push-type mower designed to cut domestic lawns can be raced and some engines for riding mowers are souped up to reach 50 mph. Full-size farm tractors and combines needn’t apply, thank you. Several signs should indicate whether your next-door neighbor is leading a double life as a lawnmower racer: When asked to describe your neighbor, the best comparison you can come up with is a cross between Jeff Gordon and Edward Scissorshands. You never see him mowing his lawn without a stopwatch in his hand. His lawn goes uncut for several weeks at a time. One reason is that he’s off to the races. Another reason is that racing lawnmowers are required to have their blades removed and it’s not all that easy to remove and replace the blades on a daily basis. When he does mow the lawn, it’s always in record time. Because he mows his lawn so quickly, his lawn is free of obstructions such as birdbaths, wishing wells, shrubs and lawn furniture. Actually, those objects were all reduced to shreds by the neighbor early in his lawnmower racing career. His mower is the only one on the block covered with racing numbers and sponsor decals. Small children in the neighborhood are warned to stay away from his yard. He has only one movie in his home video collection — "The Lawnmower Man." The neighbor has converted your normally quiet suburban street into a drag strip for his mower and any drive-by challengers. And then there’s the incident. Heading for a checkered flag at the finish line has become such a focus in his life that he can hardly be blamed for what happened to the unfortunate neighbor woman. While he was making his trial time laps around the backyard on a recent Saturday morning, she showed up at his back door to borrow a cup of sugar. She had inadvertently dressed that day in a black-and-white checkered muumuu. The muumuu fluttered in the breeze. From her hospital bed later in the day, the woman could hysterically recall hearing the roar of an engine, turning around and coming face-to-grill with a side-discharging, grass-mulching John Deere LT155. (The local lawn implement dealer was kind enough to contribute those technical details for the police report a couple of days later.) The woman neighbor’s most vivid memories of that morning were a threatening blur of green and yellow and the victorious "Yahoo!" of her neighbor. A mishap like that would definitely be a sign.

Glen Thompson, 83, Springfield, Mo., brother of Evelyn Rogness, Hills, died Saturday, April 19, 2003, in his home.Memorial services were Saturday, April 26. Glen Thompson was born Oct. 9, 1920, in Wadena, Iowa. He graduated from Wadena High School. He worked on the family farm, attended a year of college and served in the U.S. Navy during World War II. While in the Navy he served on a merchant ship as a radioman and in China, working with Chinese guerillas until the end of the war. He married Violet Landsgaard in 1947. He graduated from Iowa State University, Ames, Iowa, in 1950 with a degree in agronomy. He worked with the Iowa Farm Bureau until 1955 when he joined Metropolitan Life in the agricultural investment division. He was assistant manager in St. Joseph, Mo., Manhattan, Kan., and Edmond, Okla. He retired from Metropolitan in 1982 and moved to Clarinda, Iowa, and then to Springfield in 1998.Mr. Thompson was a member of Redeemer Lutheran Church in Springfield. Survivors include his wife, Violet Thompson, Springfield; one son, Bruce Thompson, Kansas City, Mo.; one daughter, Dawn (Brad) Olney; two granddaughters, Adrienne and Megan, Prairie Village, Kan.; two brothers, Floyd Thompson, Wadena, and Toby Thompson, Waterloo, Iowa; and one sister, Evelyn Rogness, Hills.