When she stopped at the homes of friends and found no one home, she would spontaneously pen a short poem and leave it at the door so they would know that Edith Thompson had stopped to call. Far beyond her friends’ doors, the Houston County native influenced countless lives, coast to coast, directly as a teacher and social worker. Indirectly, even more knew her as a soil … [Read more...]

We are spoiled. I once sat around a dimming campfire, holding a flashlight under my chin and telling my grandchildren that I’d once left home without my phone. That scary story provided nightmares for years. I watched a dairy cow. She wasn’t holding a flashlight under her chin and telling frightening stories to calves about eating hay with a thistle in it. She was … [Read more...]

The dog wouldn’t fetch. So, I pulled the Sunday newspaper from our rural mailbox. I lugged it to my father, who read the comics to me. The funny pages were a wonderland of color and wit. My father added voices that brought “Dennis the Menace,” “Marmaduke,” “Peanuts,” “Beetle Bailey,” “Mark Trail” and “Dick Tracy” to life. I enjoyed “Pogo” and “Li’l Abner,” but I didn’t … [Read more...]

Making smart choices that mix practical benefits with timeless wisdom from the past for a joyful and fulfilling lifestyle! In 1918, the phrase “Two hens in the backyard for every person” was popularized by Uncle Sam as part of a campaign to encourage citizens to raise backyard chickens during World War I. The U.S. government promoted this initiative to help individuals … [Read more...]

Before white settlers arrived, the Root River Valley was known as the “Land of Hokah,” and the Native Americans called the river, “Hokah.” They were nomadic hunters and gatherers, who also cultivated some crops. They moved from camp to camp, traveling mostly on foot, occasionally by canoe. Their horses, described by historian Alden O. Droivold as “round-bellied ponies,” were … [Read more...]

“There were no flies on Frank that morning.” A popular nonsensical poem titled “No Flies on Frank” starts that way in John Lennon’s book, “In His Own Write.” Frank didn’t have a good day, even without flies. I heard a store clerk, ringing up a purchase, ask a customer, “How’s it going?” “I’m having a little problem with my ears.” “Good to hear,” said the clerk. The clerk, … [Read more...]