Stuff in the Basement

"What places do I absolutely have to see when I'm here?" I asked her.  "You have to see our church," she told me...

I'm thinking there had to be a whole lot you didn't know. I'm sure some homesteaders read up on what they could, listened to ...

Seriously, look at one up close. Screw up your courage, but go ahead and grab one when you can, and get up-close-and-personal. They'r...

One of the cement plates standing in the park holds an image the house she lived in here in Earlville, a little white house long gone, al...

Religious visions were everywhere in the years preceding the Civil War. Boom towns out west here may have been hell holes for a time, but th...

I used to say there weren't any great old songs about soddies because no one went all rhapsodic living in dirt. A sod house may well ...

I'd say it's morning, mid-summer in the calendar year. You know the type: a slight haze lies over just about everything. All seem...

Cottonwood, LaFrambois Island Maybe you've heard. As unlikely as it seems, trees may be our saviors. Researchers somewhere have dete...

For the record, the Rock Island Express the boys hit that night was eight cars long--four coaches, two sleepers, and two baggage and expr...

Don't know whether he actually carried the Good Book through the west in those early years. The story goes he took carried a copy o...

The Sioux City Boy Scouts were there to lead the assembly in the Pledge of Allegiance. And the school band from Central High offered some...

There's no fort there anymore. Unlike Laramie or Robinson or Scott or Wingate, where you can still almost hear the history, Ft. Ran...