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Civil War veteran Albert V. Cole settled in Nebraska after marrying. In his journal, it wasn't the war that he recalls, but the fear of his wife leaving their home for the hardness of a blizzard.
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The grounds of relatively small battle at the end of the Dakota War of 1862 is now a pumpkin patch. It's easy to want to forget, but it is important to remember.
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It's romanticized into sheer silliness. The only painting I’ve ever seen that concerns the massacre just up the road at Lake Shetek, Minnesota, features…
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Years ago, my grandma blessed me with a cache of ancient sepia photographs, cardboard-backed, studio shots. She wrote some things on those old pix…
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The prairie grass was very tall, spread wide as the eye could see, an immense, shaggy hide over undulating hills, grass so tall and thick that it was a…
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So give me a home where the buffalo roamJust get me the heck out of this sod house. You know, I used to say there weren't any great songs about sod houses…
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Long, long ago a massive chunk of pink quartzite was left behind in the immense wash of a turbulent inland sea. It's impossible to imagine a rock 20-feet…
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Old Elizabeth--she picked up a white woman's name--never heard of Susan B. Anthony. Couldn't have. She didn't know English, knew nothing about a right to…
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When James Fennimore Cooper complained about the novel he was reading, his wife told him to put up or shut up, to write a better one himself. That tiff…
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Okay, at least the man in the ditch in the famous New Testament parable, put upon by robbers, says the gospel of Luke, wasn't alone. What passed along the…