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Signs of the Old Times
February 2, 2012 in: Reflections on the River
I learned about some “signs” of times gone by during the Tuesday Night Talk at the Pony Express National Museum this week. Some were more obvious than others. Ruth Rother, a retired school teacher, gave a presentation about the Underground Railroad. [...]
continue readingReflections on Mark Twain’s river
November 28, 2011 in: Reflections on the Riverseparator=, &Writing
The first time I read Huckleberry Finn was in third grade. If memory serves correctly, I had to get special permission from Mrs. Gates the librarian to check it out for an extra week so I could finish. She was good at encouraging kids to read that way. Much of the symbolism was lost on [...]
continue readingNight at the Museum
November 18, 2011 in: Reflections on the Riverseparator=, &Writing
The St. Joseph Women’s Press Club met at the St. Joseph Museum this week and hostess Jackie Lewin helped us experience the Civil War. We started with an authentic Civil War era meal made by club members. Jackie made “interpretive” tags for each [...]
continue readingPumpkin Fest at the Pony Express
October 16, 2011 in: Reflections on the River
One of the fun things about living in historic St. Joseph is that each morning on my way to work, I drive by the Pony Express Museum. As the museum prepared for its annual Pumpkin Fest, I witnessed the tents, carnival rides and pumpkin mountain going up. Pumpkin Fest, one of the museum’s main fund [...]
continue readingSurviving a summer of storms
September 7, 2011 in: Reflections on the River
Straight up noon on Friday in an all-American town, somewhere between the end of summer and the start of school. Dad and I were eating lunch at the pizza buffet. The food was good, the conversation comfortable and we were in no hurry. In these waning days of August, moments of calm seemed like rare [...]
continue readingTaking it easy this awesome August
August 14, 2011 in: Reflections on the River
August used to be my absolute most hated month of the whole year. July was all popsicles, water slides and fireworks, but the moment the calendar turned over, a sense a dread settled in my stomach. A big old circle around a certain date gave full notice that my wild and carefree days were numbered. [...]
continue readingThrough the Year in a Garden
July 25, 2011 in: Reflections on the River
January. This is the year. I’m going to eat better, exercise more and save money. The garden will help me do all three! Besides the usual, boring stuff, I’m going to try new exotic produce. And this will be the year I master the pressure canner. Next January, we’ll be feasting on zucchini corn relish, [...]
continue readingThe Air In Joplin Stings
July 10, 2011 in: Reflections on the River
The air in Joplin stings. The wind sweeps down a clear-cut channel through the middle of town. No buildings, no tree limbs and almost no grass - it’s been covered by collapsed houses – block the breeze. The wind stirs up dirt, tiny particles of insulation, debris and who knows what else and blasts them [...]
continue readingPlaying on the farm d-fence team
April 15, 2011 in: Reflections on the River
When Snow-mageddon was bearing down on us this winter, I called Dad to check on him and make sure he was prepared. Dad reported that he’d already brought in a bunch of firewood and had drawn off some water. I looked around my house at what I had done to prepare for a power outage [...]
continue readingPeanut brittle is brain food, if you can remember where you put it
March 12, 2011 in: Reflections on the River
There’s a good reason why I’m eating three-month old peanut brittle. Okay, not a good reason, but at least I can explain. It all started in December. I was at the store getting a few purchases and sitting there on the counter was a display of peanut brittle. I love peanut brittle. Especially at Christmas [...]
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