Survival in a Northern Wilderness: A Mother's Story--Part XXXI
The bear hit the ground, Orrah said she moved like lightning and was roaring like thunder. It seemed like slow motion as he got his 763...
Survival in a Northern Wilderness: A Mother's Story--Part XXX
A gift of $150 from son Wesley allowed Violet to buy a new piano, but it didn’t come with a bench. Wes decided he would build one and...
Survival in a Northern Wilderness: A Mother's Story--Part XXVIII
It had been four years since Orrah told Wesley that they did not need a team of horses, including harnesses, that he could have purchased...
Survival in a Northern Wilderness: A Mother's Story-- Part XXVI
Violet’s boys took jobs guiding tourists during the summer, however, the girls were not allowed to participate in any work outside the...
Survival in a Northern Wilderness: A Mother's Story--Part XXIV
Always in the later part of February Violets boys and their dad would come off the trap lines to put up ice to use during the upcoming...
Survival in a Northern Wilderness: A Mother's Story--Part XVII
In the waning days of summer in 1944 Orrah and Violet towed a boom of logs to the Border Mill, leaving eleven year old Floyd and nine...
George Loman: A Man of Principle--Part 2
George and Mary Loman were pioneers but very progressive for their means and how they operated in those early days without funds was...
George Loman: A Man of Principle
56654 became their zip code and they indeed earned it. The folks who talked about George used reverential tones, held in high esteem by...
Ol' Joe
He wasn’t always Ol’ Joe, but for the rest of us it seemed incongruous that he was ever any age other than he was. Joe was born on the...
Grand Mound
We're all kind of smug about history and our generations place in it, but how about the “Mound Builders”? They were here before the rest...
