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By Eric Bergeson
Since 1997, Eric has owned and operated Bergeson Nursery, rural Fertile, MN, a business his grandfather started in 1937. With the active participation of his parents, who owned the business for the previous twenty five years, and his younger brother ...
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Since 1997, Eric has owned and operated Bergeson Nursery, rural Fertile, MN, a business his grandfather started in 1937. With the active participation of his parents, who owned the business for the previous twenty five years, and his younger brother Joe, who is now president of the company, the business has nearly tripled in size during Eric’s ownership tenure. The holder of a Master of Arts in History from the University of North Dakota, Eric has taught courses in history and political science at the University of Minnesota, Crookston. He is also an adjunct lecturer in history for Hamline University, St. Paul, MN. Eric’s hobbies include Minnesota Twins baseball, Bach organ music, bookstores, hiking, photography, singing old country music with his brother Joe, and watching the wildlife on the swamp in front of his house eight miles outside of Fertile, Minn.
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I played and sang at the Fertile Hilton yesterday. I went in an hour early to visit Aunt Olla. She was in good form, although a pinched nerve is making it painful for her to stand and walk. I rolled her outside a while and we visited in the gazebo.

However, she had expected the entire family to show up to play and sing and it instead it was just me. I thought she might get over that, but it stuck. She kept mentioning it. "So the others aren't coming?" Over and over. I was in a bit of hot water. I was eager to start the program so she would forget. 

Aunt Olla listened politely to my hour of music. We then went to the dining room for coffee her friend Virginia before I pushed her back to her room. It took us a long time to get down the hall, and I think she forgot that I was the one pushing her chair.

"How did it go?" asked one of the staff back on Olla's wing.

"Well!" she huffed. "The music was a complete disappointment!" 

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