
Violet’s Floyd
Chapter 9 They were up Beaver House Creek; it fed Seward Lake. It was maybe 100 years earlier that the beaver had created it and the proof was a jackpine growing up in the middle of the beaver dam.
Chapter 9 They were up Beaver House Creek; it fed Seward Lake. It was maybe 100 years earlier that the beaver had created it and the proof was a jackpine growing up in the middle of the beaver dam.
Dear Amy: I am a 35-year-old professional woman, recently separated from my husband of nine years. Our marriage has been rife with volatility due to his uncontrollable anger and my tumultuous relationship with alcohol during our relationship.
It is Earth Day! Take time to appreciate the place you live. Get outside for a walk, a bike ride or start some seeds indoors to plant outside later.
Minnesota currently has a $9.25 billion budget surplus, a low state unemployment rate, and increasing corporate profits, all indicators the state has recovered strongly from some very challenging days during the low point of the pandemic. Still, significant difficulties remain for workers and families, especially costs that continue to rise. Minnesotans notice higher prices at the grocery store and at the gas pump daily, and are paying more for major expenses like health care, child care, and housing.
Our stubborn winter season is not really conducive to warm memories of hometown garden melons; however, an upcoming chance to visit that Minnesota River Valley hometown and its close, life-long personal friend brings warmth that includes a “Melon Memory.”
Violet’s Floyd Chapter 8 In the fall, the Kielczewski family-built doghouses on the trap line; they had hay beds and hung burlap over the doors. Floyd testified that five dogs made a nice team; they made dog food out of bran shorts, fat and fish then froze it to take along on the trap line.
This old adventurer recently heard an old John Prine song once again on 91.7 FM--KAXE, our Northern Community Radio. This radio station is special, one-of-a kind, and when it beamed out Prine’s song it stirred respectful thoughts of appreciation for arts and crafts.
When I was a kid maybe 8 or 9 years old, I used to lay in the backseat of the family sta-tion wagon and look out the windows at the sky zooming by. In the foreground there would be telephone poles with wire strung out, seemingly moving with the car, oscillating up and down from pole to pole, dipping in-between. Repeating over and on to the next pole. It made for a rhythmic and graphic sensation, a facsimile of a modern cardiac monitor in a way.
It is mid-April, the weather has been slowly warming allowing the most snow we have gotten in years to slowly melt. While I might be more than ready for things to start growing, I do appreciate the slow melt for allowing water to soak into the ground and not puddle quite as much. Tax season is just about over (I’ve submitted mine and hope you have gotten yours in as well) and it is time to look forward to warm, sunny days.
Question: I’ve noticed you use the word “crash” and not the word “accident” when talking about incidents while on the radio. T.V.