A Memory of My Friend and Cousin Bert Palm The afternoon sky of December 7, 2015, seemed dramatic, as against a wonderfully blue sky, the clouds varied in shape and opacity over black farm fields south of Roseau, that were totally devoid of snow. There was a light southerly wind. It had been a nice day for Bert Palm’s funeral. We buried him in the Palmville Township Cemetery, next to his wife, Nora (Dahl) who died suddenly at their home in Roseau last year on October 15. Bert died in his sleep, on December 2nd, this year, one day after what would have been their 65th wedding anniversary. I have an image of Nora, in Texas somewhere, dressed in a sombrero and serape astride a magnificent longhorn steer, with Bert standing aside. They were visiting their eldest daughter Diane Anderson, and her husband Harlan, of Wannaska, who were wintering there. Bert and Nora were great sports. They did so much together. Graveside, Gail wept as she and I embraced. I said, “We all kne