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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

The Buffalo Nickel

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

Blog Archives are located below row of pictures on the left. Date of each blog is listed below the picture that corresponds with the story.

Abraham Lincoln and Grace Bedell Billings

April 12, 2017

Tags: Abraham Lincoln, Grace Bedell, Delphos, Kansas, Women suffrage, Camron Wright, Susanna M. Salter, The Orphan Keeper, The Rent Collector, Newspapers in Education

My latest Newspaper in Education Story, A long Journey Home, a 16 chapter story set during the Civil War, is presenting running in the following Kansas newspapers: Hays Daily News, Salina Journal, Garden City Telegram, Hutchinson News, and the Ottawa Herald. The story began on March 28 and features two chapters a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
While researching the story I ran across some interesting bits of history. First of all, with Mr. Trump’s assertion that illegal aliens voted, thus creating voter fraud, and kept him from winning the popular vote, it might be a bit of healing balm to his sense of self worth, if he knew, that just like him, our now beloved Abraham Lincoln did not win the popular vote, but did, of course win the electoral vote. It wasn’t folks voting illegally, but the South’s dislike of him for treading on their rights to keep slaves, buying and selling them like any other commodity, that lost Lincoln the popular vote. (I wonder if women could have voted, if it would have made any difference.) (more…)

William Allen White

March 3, 2016

Tags: Theodore Roosevelt, William Allen White, Sallie White, Emporia, Kansas, President McKinley, Woodrow Wilson, The William Allen White Award, children’s books, The Dogs of Winter, Bobbie Pyron

William Allen White, the editor of the Emporia Gazette, a newspaper in Emporia, Kansas, became the most quoted editorial writer in America and grew to be a world figure, even getting his name on a 3 cent postal stamp. His death was noted in newspapers throughout the world. He lived in Emporia his whole life, born there in February 1868 and dying there in January 1944. Yet, small town that he was, his character, his sense of fairness, his common sense, his likeability, his interest in world affairs, and his willingness to serve his state, his country, brought the world to him. Odd, then, that I should choose the gist of an editorial by his wife, Sallie White, for your reading pleasure. I was amazed and you will be too, that a man on the presidential campaign trail could come among you for a few days and have his privacy respected.
In 1912, former president, Theodore Roosevelt, was, after a hiatus, again seeking the Republican presidential nomination. During that campaign, he visited Emporia, lodging at the White’s home an entire weekend, a respite from the rigors of politics. (more…)

Swaddling clothes

December 28, 2015

Tags: Swaddling clothes, Luke 2:12, Volga Germans, Newspapers in Education, baby Jesus, T. L. Needham, Hays, Kansas

Swaddling Clothes

Whether we are Christians, Agnostics, Muslims, Atheists, Orthodox Jew, or something else, if we live in America, and in most other places in the world, we’ve heard of the baby born in Bethlehem and how his mother wrapped him in swaddling clothes and laid him in a manger.
So what the heck are swaddling clothes anyway? Some say those swaddling clothes were long strips of cloths used to wrap a dead body and that they forecast Jesus’ death on the cross, a kind of foreshadowing, like fiction writers use to set their reader up for what is to come later on in the story. In fact, I heard that explanation from the pulpit this past month. Some say it’s because he was illegitimate, as he was conceived before Mary and Joseph were married, and presumably, by someone other than Joseph, and some say it is possible he was born before Joseph and Mary were married. I always thought, swaddling clothes were just that, small size blankets, like receiving blanket, and Mary wrapped him snuggly to keep out the cold and to make him feel more secure and comfortable. And, by gosh, I was right. Well, at least according to my research. (more…)

The “Santa Claus” of the Plains

December 2, 2015

Tags: Santa Claus, St. Nicholas, Howard Barnard, LaCrosse Library, Entre Nous School, Rush County, Kansas

Santa Claus comes in various disguises. In this story, the only way one could recognize this particular Santa, born Howard Barnard, was by his Santa Claus boots. But for many, he gave a gift that would last a lifetime.
The son of a wealthy Wall Street broker, Howard attended private schools, soaking up knowledge and developing a lifelong love of books. He might never have left New York, but at age 13, fate intervened in the form of a poster about the far off plains of Kansas, and from then on he wanted more than anything to become a cowboy and ride those Kansas plains. At age 20, in ill health and penniless, for although his father had died, his and the rest of his family’s inheritance was not to be received until many years later, he set out for Kansas to live his dream of being a cowboy.
In northwestern Rush County, he was hired to work cattle and he loved the work and the wide open prairie land. His health improved and he might have done this the rest of his working days, but his true calling began to emerge when he noted that the boys and girls in the area, instead of attending school, were spending their days herding their families’ cattle. So he gathered those kids into a classroom without walls and the sky for a roof, and he couldn’t have been happier. (more…)

Only in a Small Town

February 28, 2013

Tags: Small towns, Phillipsburg, Kansas, pig farms, Glen Elder, bridal shops

Only in a Small Town

My niece got a job in Lawrence, Kansas and is leaving us here in Phillipsburg where she grew up and has lived nearly all her life. She raised her kids here and they’ve now spread their wings and so, it seems, has she.
Our town is tiny, comparatively speaking. If a hundred families with ten kids each, plus the grandparents, moved here, we’d still be under three thousand and we’d still not need more than the one stoplight. (See photo)
I heard the news from Roger, my computer guy who had come to root out the gremlins that had taken over my computer. That evening I called my daughter who lives out of state and told her. My daughter, although raised here, has lived in the city many more years than she’s lived here. When I told her about her cousin, she asked the usual questions and to every one I prefaced my answer with Roger says. But it was when she asked if her cousin was selling the house, and I said, “Roger says, not right away,” that she burst out laughing. “Only in a small town,” she said. And it’s true I guess. We all know, pretty much what our townspeople (I resisted using townsfolk, that’s just a little too Andy Griffith) are doing and cheerfully or sadly, or gleefully, whatever the case, we pass it on. Actually, it’s a good way to live, if you don’t live a sordid life. But even if you do, you get by with it as long as you don’t mind folks talking about you. (Oops, I used the word folks, didn’t I?)
This exchange reminded my daughter of when she was in college and brought her roommate home for a weekend. (Alice was from a really BIG city). “Remember that pig farm just on the edge of Glen Elder on highway 9?” my daughter said. “Sure. Porter’s Pigs,” I replied. “Remember what happened when Alice saw that farm?” she asked. I didn’t and so she told me that when they drove up by the farm, Alice suddenly yelled, “Stop! Stop!” My daughter said, “I slammed on the brakes and I think for a second my heart stopped too, and I, expecting some awful something about to befall us, yelled back at her with words similar to “What’s the matter!” “Pigs!” Alice said, pointing a finger toward the farm by the side of the road. “Pigs! I’ve never seen live pigs before.”
Her story of Alice and the pigs reminded me of when I was in high school and lived in a small town in Idaho, a farming/ranching community. A young man from New York City came to town and found our world as new to him as we would have found his, if suddenly transported there. I don’t remember his dad’s occupation, but his mother owned a bridal shop. Not until he came to Idaho had he ever set foot outside the city. He had never driven a car or seen live farm animals. In this small Idaho town (yep, another little town-I’ve never lived anywhere else) bridal shops don’t pay, but a shop with saddles and bridles just might. So when this guy got all excited about seeing a horse, my friend and classmate queried him in disbelief. “You’ve never seen a horse?” she said. When he reiterated that fact, she looked at him, amazement written all over her face, and said, “You’ve never seen a horse and your mother has a bridle shop?” (more…)

In Cold Blood

July 1, 2012

Tags: Truman Capote, Perry Smith, Richard Hickock, The Clutter Family, Phillipsburg, Kansas

Those who live in cities have no doubt but what criminals stalk their streets, but we who live in small towns across the USA often leave our doors unlocked and give no thought to the occasional stranger we meet on the street in the course of our daily lives. I once lived next door to a handsome young man who I later learned was wanted for rape. Although I encountered him outside one snowy evening and witnessed his absolute rage over the snow plow having buried his vehicle, a rage so frightening that I beat it for the safety of my front door, I’ve remained blasé about locking doors and not trusting strangers. For I know the potential for harm by a stranger is nearly infinitesimal in a town as small as ours, which boasts a population just shy of 3,000.
Perhaps that is what the Clutter family thought in 1959 when Perry Smith and Richard Hickock invaded their home in the tiny community of Holcomb, Kansas and murdered them in cold blood.
In Cold Blood, the name Truman Capote gave to the book he wrote about those murderous two, subsequently caught and executed at the Kansas State Penitentiary in 1965.
Ten years earlier, one of those men, Perry Smith, and another man, also named Smith, came, as Perry Smith said, “to this little Phillipsburg place and stopped to look at a map.” While they were here, they decided to rob the local sale barn before moving on. They were caught and our local law enforcement tossed them into what Perry Smith later described as “a real cute jail.” In the wee hours, they slipped out a small ventilator window and left Phillipsburg via a stolen automobile. The two Smiths separated and Perry Smith made it to New York City before being apprehended and extradited back to Phillipsburg. He was tried, sentenced to five to ten years, and sent to the Kansas State Penitentiary. After a little more than three years, he was released on the condition he not possess firearms of any kind and would “associate with a better class of people.” One month later, he met Richard Hickock and soon after helped murder the Clutter family.
Who knows what evil lurks now and then even in the smallest of our towns where strangers stand out, although rarely mistrusted, and we mostly live out our lives behind unlocked doors? We might recoil in horror if we knew. Still I doubt that few Perry Smiths or the likes of my neighbor rapist, ever pass this way.

Home on the Range

October 7, 2010

Tags: Kansas, Smith County, Dr. Brewster Higley, Kansas State Song, Home on the Range cabin

“Why don’t we have a dance and surprise everybody,” little Virgie, age 9, said. “We could sing this song for them. All of us.”
And so it was on an April evening in 1873 at the home of little Virgie’s grandparents, Judge John and Sarah Harlan (near the present town of Harlan, Kansas), that (more…)

Early Day Hunting Stories

August 28, 2009

Tags: Phillips county, Kansas, Buffalo, General George Crook, Longhorn Cowboy, James Cook, Howard Driggs, Fairlee Winfield, Charley Russell, Helena, Montana

Early Day Hunting Stories

In Phillips County, Kansas where I live, a newspaper reported that on a July day in 1875 a herd of 30 buffalo was sighted. Ten men hunted them down and killed all but the six or seven that managed to escape by swimming the Solomon River. This was the last herd of (more…)