Got a treat for you today. Husband was going through some old papers that his Grandpa gave him several years ago. It was mostly baseball articles his Grandma kept — she was a big Giants fan — and there among the Willie McCovey memorabilia, he found an old newspaper clipping from The Marietta, Ohio, Times.… Read More A tale of the Old West, from a for-reals old-time cowboy
My dad’s mother — my grandmother and namesake — was the youngest girl of 11 children, six boys and five girls altogether. The oldest was Clara, whom we heard from in a prior post. In the course of packing for our move to Minnesota, my progress is being continuously sidetracked by finding old photos, notes… Read More A Letter From Nanna
Picking up where we left off last week, our caravan of Norwegians traveling from Decorah, Iowa, into the Dakota territories in 1861, had little in the way of drama on their trip. Nothing worthy of a movie. No Donner party mishap to report. Shame, that. And yet this next part of the tale is without… Read More A Good Long Walk, Pioneer Style. Plus, an Announcement
Hate to say it, but I’m running behind. I’m behind in my to-do list, behind in my reading list, both books and blogs (sorry, blogging buddies). I’m even behind in my listening (You should see the number of podcasts backed up in the queue). This is unusual for me, I need you to know that.… Read More Thoughts on the Simple Life and the Good Old Days of Bad Roads
In our last episode of Feeding of Folly, the blogger hinted she was “busy,” and therefore would have difficulty posting on a regular basis. “Busy with what?” readers demanded. She didn’t say. The only morsel she offered was that for the next few weeks, she would be supplementing her blog posts with found writings from… Read More Visitors to the Parsonage: Goatmen, Drunkards, and Convicts
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