Stuff in the Basement

“There is no speech or language  where their voice is not heard” Psalm 19  “Israel’s singer of songs”—that’s what old...

"Asleep in Jesus" Two years ago I stumbled on an old unkempt cemetery, miles from any main road, surrounded by Iowa corn. Few...

Every kid had a choice, probably still do. For their final year of catechism, every kid in our church could choose to have a mentor, or t...

"I loved working with my grandma in the garden," she told me. "Sometimes we'd pick potato bugs off the plants. And m...

We’d just passed the bridge at Nijmegen where, 600 yards to the west, hundreds of GIs paddled flimsy Brit boats with their rifle butts in...

“ONCE more the country is appalled at the reports of widespread death and misery in the northwest; but in its range and destructive int...

Unlike many other early Sioux County immigrant families, the Mennings, so says Charlie Dyke, had some significant bucks when they left...

I snapped this shot at the Somalia exhibit at St. Paul's Minnesota History Center. I wanted a picture of the plow, that wooden cont...

We didn't do much drinking on New Years Eve. In fact, the motel bar was just closing when we came home, and it wasn't even eleven....

If Oscar Howe’s Wounded Knee Massacre (1960) is rarely seen these days, it’s because Dwight D. Eisenhower’s Presidential Museum is gett...

. . .but whose delight is in the law of the Lord, and who meditates on his law, day and night. Psalm 1:2 Those who remember often ca...

We were, I believe, last of our friends to have grandchildren. By then, the endless braying always included a line that went something li...

"Nebraska," wrote Willa Cather in 1924, ". . .is watered by slow-flowing, muddy rivers, which run full in the spring, of...