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Seems to me that houses these days have no attics, and I think that’s sad.In what might be his most famous book, Curtis Harnack, born and reared just…
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We’ve taken that razor-straight county road east and west often enough to have stopped, but never did. Last week, with time to kill, I pulled off where a…
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When Sven Johnson, his wife and two children, left their native Norway, they spent the next eight weeks crossing the choleric Atlantic in a sailboat.…
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When he was a kid, his father was killed when a rifle somehow discharged. A bloody fight for leadership ensued between him and his brother, and Little…
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They were all wooden-shoe clad. I’m told klompen are wonderful insulators and they had to be because that morning the temperature was --22, if you can…
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A January thaw is what all of us look forward to right now, a breath of warmth that reopens our hope that someday soon April will return. Two…
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A few scrappy, three-foot cuttings, no bigger than buggy whips, are coming up from the front yards of a half-dozen houses thought itself to be a town.…
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You might have missed a Mormon monument not all that far from here, just down the road from Niobrara, Nebraska. It’s easy to pass by.In the middle years…
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Seems downright amazing today, but in the years just following the Civil War, two activist groups determined to get women the right to vote, went…
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What the sad young man saw was a path up the hill. He had no idea where it went. It seemed to go nowhere at all, but he’d been all over the country…