Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: Companions on the Prairie: Memories from 2015 and 1864
Earlier that morning I finally got another snowbound semi-truck out of the Arctic landscape of what once had been a promising milo field, limped it over to the rutted track that now passed for a county road and paused to consider my remaining options. Maybe the other loads would float downstream on their own when the drifts melted? Or perhaps they’d simply sink out of sight and save me the trouble of breaking more tow chains?
Thoughts, Things, and Trivia by Jack
I trust that you good readers had a joyful and bountiful celebration for Thanksgiving Day. Thanksgiving is the time for thanking God for blessings such as abundant harvests, safe journeys, health and welfare of family and friends.
As Time Goes By With Rich O'Brian: The Dream Unfolds, Part 7
Our Odyssey is over. That is to say the travel portion is over.
Long Time Gone: A Story of Insight into the Tragedy at Sand Creek
The following story was written 25 years ago as part of the series created by the Eads High School history project—Kiowa County: A Retrospective at the Dawn of a New Millennium. This series was written by EHS juniors and seniors in 1999—as the new century was about to come on to the scene.
As Time Goes By With Rich O'Brian: The Dream Unfolds, Part 6
Our Odyssey continues. However, our journey is coming near its end.
As Time Goes By With Rich O'Brian: The Dream Unfolds, Part 5
Our Odyssey continues. If you do not happen to read this column regularly, let me say that each week we will present a part of the journey that Dianne and I made recently.
Behind the Grindstone: A Month of Thanksgiving
As I look at the month of November, I realize it is a month of thanksgiving. We start the month with Veterans Day, a time to be thankful for those who served in our nation’s armed forces.
Happy Trails with Dawni O'Bryan: Weaning the Babies
In the ranching world, it is a busy time of weaning calves off of the cows and colts off of the mares. For the tender-hearted animal lover, it can be a painful experience to witness.
Long Time Gone and the Cowboy
The following story was written 25 years ago as part of the series created by the Eads High School history project—Kiowa County: A Retrospective at the Dawn of a New Millennium. This series was written by EHS juniors and seniors in 1999—as the new century was about to come on to the scene.
Borderlines: Sketches from the Empty Quarter: Veterans Day
History, if we allow it to reside within us, keeps alive the people and places that brought us life and made us what we are. 78 years ago in 1944, my father, CW Harkness, took leave of his wife and children, sold his business, paid off his debts, volunteered for the Marines and went to war.
As Time Goes By With Rich O'Brian: The Dream Unfolds, Part 4
Our Odyssey continues. If you do not happen to read this column regularly, let me say that each week we will present a part of the journey that Dianne and I made recently.
Long Time Gone and the Man Who Saved Small Town Movie Theaters
Years ago, when that group of students in 2006 was researching the Plains Theater with the hope of some day getting it opened and operating once more, we conducted some oral interviews with people who remembered the good old days of the theater which was in the 1940s through the 1970s. One of the memories that cropped up time and again in the numerous interviews conducted was what the people kept calling, “Bank Night.”
As Time Goes By With Rich O'Brian: The Dream Unfolds, Part 3
Our Odyssey continues. If you do not happen to read this column regularly, let me say that each week we will present a part of the journey that Dianne and I made recently.
As Time Goes By With Rich O'Brian: The Dream Unfolds, Part 2
Our Odyssey continues. If you do not happen to read this column regularly, let me say that each week we will present a part of a journey that Dianne and I made recently.
Behind the Grindstone: The Book Store
I walked into a bookstore
On the crusty side of town
Wanting nothing in particular
Just thought I’d look aroun’
On the crusty side of town
Wanting nothing in particular
Just thought I’d look aroun’
Who's Watching?
This story is based on true events.