Eunice Boeve


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Abraham Lincoln meeting Grace Bedell Posted 4/12/17

Dancing in the Rain posted 1-31-17

Hate/Prejudice Posted 1/3/17

The Angel Behind "It's a Wonderful Life" posted 11/30/16

"A Poll" - Which Would You Rather Be? Posted Nov 9, 2016

Fiorello LaGuardia posted Oct 4, 2016

The Hostage's Daughter (The Church of the Locked Door, part II) posted 9-4-16

The Church of the Locked Door posted 8-6-16

Coach Lou Little posted 7-3-16

Temple Grandin: The woman who helped make the world a kinder, gentler place posted 6-6-16

The Better Angels of Our Nature posted 4-28-2016

William Allen White Posted 3/3/16

There Was a Beaver Once posted 2/5/16

Swaddling clothes.... Posted 12/28/15

The Santa Claus of the Plains Posted 12-2-15

Our American Language posted 11-3-15

Jim Henson and Kermit the Frog posted 9-3-15

The Evil That Men Do posted 8/2/15

The Centering Corporation posted 6/2/15

A Holocaust Mother posted 4/30/15 Hilter's "Brave" Nazi soldiers Rounding up Women and Children posted 4/30/15

American Sniper, the movie, and Ben posted 2/28/15

Illustration for the Newspaper in Education Story, In the Shadow of Evil. Artist: Julie Peterson-Shea .... blog posted 2/1/15

Our Mothers, Edith Boeve and Hazel Goyen posted 1-1-15

An Old Christmas Card posted 11/21/2014

A block from Jimmy's Life Quilt posted 9/3/14

Emily Morgan photo courtesy of the Kansas State Historical Society posted 8/9/14

Dr, Edith Eva Eger posted 7/11/14

Daisies are viewed by some as flowers, by others as weeds, depending on where you live. In Kansas, daisies can be tamed, in Montana, they are totally invasive, taking over fields and grazing lands. Posted 5/20/14

The top for this quilt was pieced by my grandmother and great aunts in Wyoming about 1915. My sister, Mabel, quilted it in Montana in 2003 (for me) and I have had it in my home in Kansas ever since. Someday it will go to my daughter, Kelly. Posted 4/22/14

Rosie the Riveter (She epitomized the women entering the work force in WWII) posted 3/17/14

The Fugates of Troublesome Creek posted 1/10/14

Orca Whales -- posted 11/13/13

Carmen Peone, Young Adult Author -- posted 10/5/13

Stealing Watermelons posted 8-15-13

Pet Crows - posted 7/25/13

The Next Big Thing - Books by Lee Rostadt and Janet Squires posted June 20, 2013

Robert Louis Stevenson "Some Fascinating Stories Concerning Life's End" posted 5/4/13

Olliff-Boeve Memorial Chapel posted April 7, 2013

Phillipsburg, Ks Photo by Shelia Roberts. posted Feb 28, 2013

Abraham Lincoln ---- posted 2/13/13

Emanciaption Proclamation posted 1-1-13

Santa in the window posted 12/7/12

Seth in "A Home For Us" artist Julie Peterson-Shea posted Nov. 7, 2012

"Betty Crocker" Ladies posted 10/8/12

My blue-eyed mother, Hazel E. Cline at 16 Posted 9-3-12

An Interview with Andrea Downing posted 7-31-12

In Cold Blood, a Kansas Murder Posted 7/1/12

Two Versions of an old Nursery Rhyme posted 6/4/12

Wicked Plants by Amy Stewart -- Posted 5/2/12

Boeve's Super Service Posted 4/3/12

Meg Justus, author of Repeating History Also see quick links on my Home page for Meg's website Posted 3/1/12

Boys of Baby Lager Camp playing chess, Photo by Ralph Morse, Life Magazine, posted 2/3/12

Hypnosis, once thought to be a sham, can be a vaulable tool to improve our lives. Posted Jan 2, 2012

Title: Atheists and Christmas ....... The painting of Jesus by Akiane Kramark age 8 posted Nov 30, 2011

Title: Autograph Books........Ron (my hus) then called Ronnie 8th grade 1945-46 - posted Nov 7, 2011

Title: Hobo Nickels........ carved by "Bo" George Washington Hughes - posted Oct. 2, 2011

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Title: Chief Standing Bear Posted 9/6/11

Title: Animal Meteorologists ........ Muffin age 6 posted 8/12/11

Title: The Sleep That is not a Sleep... Rip Van Winkle posted 7-4-11

Title: The Surviving/ Grieving Child - posted May 26, 2011

A Native American Tale posted April, 2011

Title: Embalming Bottles House - posted Mar. 29, 2011

Title: Memoirs and the "Now"in our lives - posted 2/21/11

Title: Even a Sparrow - My son, Ronnie, and the sparrow circa 1975 (note the dirt on Ronnie's chin) posted 1/27/11

Title: Women's suffrage Susanna M. Salter, age 27 Courtesy of the Kansas State Historical Society, posted 12/28/10

Title: Home on the Range - Brewster Higley's Cabin courtesy of the Kansas Sampler Foundation posted 10/7/10

Title: My sister's Dog - "Sadie" Posted 7/22/2010

Title: Comanche posted 6/28/10

Title: Moses Stocking - Mari Sandoz, 1896-1966 Library of Congress photo, posted 5/14/10

Title: Providence Spring, posted April 18, 2010

Title: Mary Fields - photo courtesy Wedsworth Library, Cascade, MT posted Mar. 17, 2010

Title: The Orphan Trains Photo courtesy of the National Orphan Train Complex, Concordia, KS - posted Feb. 21, 2010

Title: A Nez Perce Heroine -Lewis and Clark: Posted Jan. 2010

Title: Our Immigrant Ancestors - The SS Zaandam: Posted Dec. 29, 2009

Title: The Lowly Pencil - Some pencil pushers: Bro Larry (circled) & class 1946-47, Libby, Mt : posted Dec 7, 2009

Title: The Old Time Cowboy - Me with my Cowboy Daddy Posted Nov. 14, 2009

Title: Did you know? - A Hubble photo of the stars in the universe posted Oct 14, 2009

Title: The Year Without a Summer - Mary Shelley painting by Rothwell 1800-1868 Posted Sept 30, 2009

Title: Early Day Hunting Stories - posted Aug 28, 2009 - Buffaloed by Fairlee Winfield

Title: The Legend of Bad Medicine ( Mountain in the background) July 29, 2009 post

Title: Ally and the Wolves - My granddaughter, Ally, and me with a wolf pup Ally and the Wolves, July 10 , 2009 post

Title: Old Glory The Number Thirteen - July 2 post

Title: Geo Caching - Daughters Kandy and Kathy and son-in-law, Tom, on a geo cache hunt Posted June 23 post

Title: The Free Enterprise Radon Health Mine - Location Boulder, MT May 29, 2009 post

Title: My Birthplace, Libby, Montana April 28,2009 post

Title: Kathleen Sebelius - Ron and I with Kansas Governor Sebelius, now Health and Human Services Secretary May 12, 2009 post

Title: My friend, Angela - A descendant of slaves who settled Niccodemus, Kansas April 10, 2009 post (photo by Carol Yoho)

Title: A Trip to Kentucky - (Kandy's cat) March 2009 post

Title: Margaret Borland, Texas Rancher - (Borland's Tombstone, Victoria, TX) posted March 2009

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Pet Crows

July 25, 2013

Tags: pet crows, the Dust Bowl, The Summer of the Crow, the Lost Folk Art of Crow Taming, Pete Byers

The Summer of the Crow, my book about a thirteen-year-old boy living in the Dust Bowl days of Kansas is back in print and as an e-book. I came up with the title when a boy named Eddie, who was to become Brady’s best friend, and his pet crow, Blackie, came into the story. I was expecting neither Eddie nor the crow, but there they were, chapter six, last sentence:
He turned in time to see a white-haired boy run across the backyard. As he watched, the boy leaped up and grabbed the board fence, hoisted himself over and dropped from sight. Brady blinked his eyes in surprise, for flying just above the boy’s head was a big, black crow.
I knew nothing about pet crows and so turned to others with personal experience, like Pete Byers of Ohio, who detailed his experience/knowledge in a small booklet titled, The Lost Folk Art of Crow Taming. I found it on the internet and, if you are at all intersted, is well worth reading.
The first step to acquiring a pet crow, is to get a baby one. Not just any baby, but one from 3 to 4 weeks old. This is how Eddie got his:
“Before Pop sold his old gun for booze, my brothers and I used to take it out and shoot prairie dogs and crows.” (In those days the county paid a few cents for each prairie dog tail and/or crows’ head.)
“Did you shoot the mother bird and then realize she had a nest?” Brady asked.
“Jimmy Joe did. It was his turn to use the gun. I climbed up in the tree to get the babies. It doesn’t matter if they’re grown or not. To the county a crow head is a crow head, big or small. Besides they die anyway when we kill the mother.”
“So you kept one of the babies. How come?”
Eddie shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess for one thing he was the only one in the nest. The others had fallen out, or the mama had pushed them out after they died. Blackie just about had all his pinfeathers, but he wasn’t looking too good. I don’t know why…” Eddie shook his head. “but that little bird just seemed to be mine.”

Eddie didn’t know it then, but he soon found out that for the next few weeks, he would be a slave to the baby’s hungry mouth.
By six weeks, the baby is feathered out and now seeing you as its source of food and comfort, will stay close to you, climb up over you, and follow you on his sturdy bird-legs. When he learns to fly, he’ll take command of the area surrounding your home and with an eagle eye and a loud raucous cawing sound, defend his/your territory.
A natural mimic, he will imitate sounds; a siren, a rooster’s crow, barking dogs, a cat’s meow, and even human words. In one incident, Brady’s little sister’s dress is hung on the line when Blackie flies down from the tree in the yard and starts pulling off the pins holding the dress.
Eddie jumped up and ran toward the clothesline shouting and waving his arms. “You rascal, you!” he scolded as he jerked the clothespin out of Blackie’s beak and shoved him off the clothesline. “Aunt Tilly is going to be mad at both of us!”
Blackie flew to the top of the fence and watched as Eddie picked up the wet dress and tried to brush off the dirt. Then cocking his shiny, black head, first to one side and then to the other, he mimicked Eddie’s words. “You rascal, you!” he said, strutting the length of the fence. “You rascal, you!”

Blackie probably wanted those clothespins, besides the fun of watching the dress fall to the ground, to add to his stash, built object by object, but hidden from human view. Maybe from other crows too.
Blackie stashed his treasures in an old rain barrel and would have kept them safe if a tornado hadn’t come through and literally knocked the slats out of the barrel.
Crows love to play and will spend hours happily confined in a cage if given a nice supply of “toys.”
Blackie settled into the large cage without protest. They’d built a shelf and a roosting stand in the middle and Aunt Tilly gave him several empty spools, some small scraps of cloth and buttons from her sewing basket, a couple of spoons, two clothespin, and a tin cup. “His toys,” she said.
He especially liked the cup and could spend hours filling it with the buttons and spools and then taking them out again. He often put the cloth scrap on the shelf and would then hide the spoons underneath it. And all the while he talked his learned human words and his own crow talk.

Kansas and the world, is different place now. The Summer of 1935 when Brady lived with his grandfather and great aunt exists now only in memory and lessons learned. We know today is a better time and place for most with modern conviences and home use of electronics. Still there is a lingering nostalgia for those days when kids spent more time outdoors, climbed trees, and sometimes made pets out of baby crows. (more…)