The Ragman, by Walter Wangerin
April 02, 2021
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In keeping with my father's Good Friday tradition, I share with you a story.
The Ragman, by Walter Wangerin
I saw a sight so strange and experienced something so amazing that it is hard for me to explain it. If you can give me a few minutes, I’ll do my best to describe it to you.
Before dawn one Friday morning I noticed a young man, handsome a...
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Pitching Hay Into the Wind
February 05, 2021
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Pitching Hay Into the Wind
January 14 th was one of those days, when if you had had an umbrella like Mary Poppins, or even a five gallon bucket (as I did), you could have flown away. In a normal January, it would have been a blizzard, and no one would have stirred a wheel except to feed the cows, because you couldn’t have seen the neighbors’ place...
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Recipes for a Prairie Christmas: DeLila Schneider
February 05, 2021
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Recipes for a Prairie Christmas:
DeLila Schneider’s Christmas Memories
The little sod house where DeLila (Stiegelmeier) Schneider was born is still standing on a little patch of prairie in Walworth County, South Dakota, just over one hundred years after her father purchased the land. This is her ninetieth Christmas, and while Covid has kept her f...
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Albert Hoff
February 05, 2021
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Under His Wings:
Albert Hoff Used Military Skills in Civilian Setting
He was a farmer. A cattleman. He was a loving husband and father. He was a soldier.
I knew him as ‘Grandpa.’
Albert ‘Al’ Hoff, Bison South Dakota, was the son of German-Russian immigrant parents John and Fredericka Hoff. He was born October 20, 1919, at Eureka, South Dakota...
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Mairzie
February 05, 2021
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Marizie
She was a skinny, scruffy little sorrel yearling-coming-two-year-old filly. Nothing fancy. Her feet were the wrong shape, her ears were scabby with some unknown fungus or parasite, and her long winter coat was scraggly and dull.
But she was friendly, the price was right, and for some reason my horse-timid mom was encouraging seventeen-yea...
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(c) Ruth Wiechmann