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Monday, May 29, 2017 was Memorial Day; and as every year, visitors come to Ekalaka. Some have family members who were in the military during past wars, others come to put flowers on the graves of parents, grandparents, or even earlier ancestors. All were buried in Beaver Lodge Cemetery after it was founded in 1901. Visitors can find graves where family is buried with the help of a map and list located in the center of the cemetery. The people might know where early homesteads were located, and visit them, also. In summer...
Today is May 20, 2017, Graduation Day at Carter County High School in Ekalaka. We didn’t even know all the graduates. One is a relative, others we recognize, but don’t always remember their names. We’ve been out of the “loop” that long. We started following graduations in 1986; that was 31 years ago, long before these graduates were born. Brice always covered graduations for the newspaper; I had the pleasure of photographing graduates once, when Gary Tuggle loaned me his wheeled office chair to move around during the proce...
Last week I didn’t forget Mother’s Day, I just didn’t have anything new to say, until I looked up its history. A celebration of mothers was held by Greeks and Romans; they were honoring the mother goddesses, Rhea and Cybele. The first Christian festival was known as “Mothering Sunday.” That was the fourth Sunday in Lent, a time when the faithful were expected to return to their “mother church on Mothering Sunday.” Ann Reeves Jarvis created an American holiday in the years before the Civil War. She organized “Mothers’ Day...
As a child, I didn’t realize the significance of Memorial Day. I knew it as Decoration Day, and before I left home, in 1968, we put flowers on all relatives’ graves that we knew. The only relative ignored was the father of my great grandfather, Grover, and my great, great uncles Luther and Lee. Their father was a veteran of the Civil War, Reed Perry Debo. In my 20s, living in California, I could drive “in the hills” outside Livermore, California, and see poppies growing wild. My soon-to-be husband was a veteran, but neither o...
I’ve been watching lots of advertisements for cars. Maybe those are more generously assigned to baseball games that I watch most evenings. Brands start with 2017 models of Toyota, Honda, Kia, Hyundai, Nissan, Volkswagen, Subaru, Audi, Lincoln, Cadillac, BMW, Mercedes Benz, Lexus, Ford, and Chevy. Henry Ford would be astounded at the changes made. Ford and Chevy trucks don’t advertise much in urban areas where professional baseball contests are held. These cars have reduced fuel consumption, but it doesn’t take a lot of fuel t...
Since cable television left, I’ve been watching only national news on CBS, ABC, NBC, or PBS. No Montana news is available, but I can hear about Rapid City if I’m interested. With my choice of national news announcer, I can find the most pleasing voice to tell me the bad news. North Korea is ruled by a short, fat dictator, with a really bad haircut. All of the nation’s unnaturally thin soldiers are parading in a painful “goose step” made popular by Hitler. Those men and women will need an orthopedic surgeon by the time they’re...
I don’t know what kings ate, but if they were smart, they would have dined on the sumptuous spears of asparagus to be found, wild, on stream or river edges. That’s where they grew in Columbus, Montana, although I had never eaten asparagus yet, so didn’t know the royal, wild vegetable I was missing. As a child, only my father ate asparagus, and my mother cooked it for him—probably overcooked it, the way Grandma prepared it. The result would have been a mushy, Army green vegetable. To this day I refuse to eat anything that colo...
Local photographers have been very faithful in answering pleas for horizontal winter pictures for the 2018 Chamber of Commerce calendar, but the season has changed and now the need arises for spring pictures. This year the chamber is trying to combine rural pictures of landscape with animals. Because spring is the season of rebirth, little calves, lambs, or foals would be perfect subjects to show. I know lambs and calves are in plentiful supply. Even pictures showing children with the young animals would work. Does anyone...
The first sign of Spring was the shining, tiny red face of the little crocus lining the brick perimeter of the southwest herb garden. I selected a red crocus years ago from the seed and bulb catalog. Most of them have survived. Then came the daffodils, then jonquils and a few flags, and finally a bi-color tulip: red and yellow. We formerly had many more flags, but thinning too vigorously and deer eating the tubers left us few. Our fence has begun — the fence around the garden that is tall enough to stop “Urban Deer” from...
By now all of you should know, I love baseball. I started watching pre-season Major League Baseball back in March, but the real games started on April 2, and I was right there to begin a season of watching. There aren’t many familiar names who stay with one team. The Cubs—Chicago Cubs—are my favorite, but Yadier Molino has stayed with the St. Louis Cardinals long enough for me to remember him. He’s their catcher and a talented hitter. When I got serious about following the Cubs, they had one player who stood out—Sam...
My father was not bald, although he died at 52, so who knows what his future might have revealed. My step-dad is 87, and while his hair has thinned, he isn’t bald either. My mother was 80 when she died, and though her hair was cut very short and white, her scalp still sprouted thick hair. It was my paternal grandmother, Grandma Huff, who had very thin hair as had her mother, Great Grandma Debo. I seem to have inherited that gene, and my medications could effect that, too. I take lots of medicine, most recently pain m...
