Daughter Jill messaged me, inviting me to take a road trip with her and her sister, Bonnie. “And where might that be?” I inquired. “Missouri”, was her reply. Jill’s and Greg’s son Logan and his fiancé are living in Boonville, Missouri. Logan attends vet school in Columbia and his fiancé, Laney is a FFA teacher in a neighboring town. Meanwhile I am struggling in Wheaton as Kathie tries to accept the fact that the care center is her new home. …..
The uprising happened many years ago, in the early 1970’s. I reminisced the experience this past Saturday as I attended Wheaton High School’s class of 1978’s forty-fifth class reunion. I believe it was the last skirmish to ever take place where Wheaton High School students were attacked by Native American children posing as an Indian war party. Let’s review the political landscape of the early 1970’s that would lead to the unrest between the Native Americans and we the European…..
How would one become lost in the part of South Dakota that is basically flat with roads running north/ south and east/ west on all sides of mile square sections of farmland? Oh, occasionally a lake or small slough causes a twist in the road but it quickly comes back to that north/south and east/west pattern. Even without a GPS one should be able to navigate through the countryside without becoming completely lost. At least that’s how I saw it……
I think I was a ninth grader when I took typing class. I can still remember the clicking of keys as a roomful of students typed specially prepared typing assignments. The room was filled with the sound of dinging bells a reminder from the student’s typewriter that it was time to return the carriage and start another line of typing. Stress filled the typing room when the dreaded ‘timed typing’ test was administered. Stress was ever present because the number…..