Mixing business with pleasure has always been one of the attractions of Denver’s National Western Stock Show.
Tag: Dolly’s Column
Loose Ends: A surefire resolution
Go ahead. Just try and find at least one unbreakable resolution.
Looking Back: O, Christmas Tree
Years ago, after moving to this part of the west, we began the old White River tradition of cutting down our own Christmas tree.
Loose Ends: Readers through the seasons
Amid stories of bailouts, job losses and economic mayhem, one recent national news story about the growth of library users throughout the county caught my eye.
Loose Ends: Elk ‘bugling contests of olden days’
Not so long ago Meeker was not only known for its deer and elk population, but for the abundance of local human elk callers.
Loose Ends: One gobbler too many
Accounts of life on many of the ranches at the turn of the 19th century usually include humorous remembrances of the animal members of the family, including the farmyard creatures.
Loose Ends: Mountain lions a part of us
The recent mountain lion sightings in town have generated a spate of discussions, arguments, lectures, as well as comments.
Loose Ends: Just gotta have it
One local merchant explained the sale of a one-of-a-kind item with “She just had to have it.”
Looking back at haunted hunting grounds
Doesn’t everyone love a good ghost story? This is the season for unexplainable phenomena and whether one believes that houses can be haunted or not, the stories of spirits coming back and unnerving the current residents of some historic residents continue to appeal to many.
Loose Ends: We’re looking forward … again
No pining for the past. There are no signs posted on Main Street on the old fashioned street lights, not many plaques commemorating historic events.
Looking Back: The one that got away
It hasn’t taken the self-described “new guy at the paper”, editor Jeff Burkhead, long to figure out what local residents talk about continuously throughout the year … hunting and fishing.
Looking Back: Golden Rule days, Pt. 2
Stories from the one room schoolhouses still abound in this area, and so the “when I was a youngster” tales passed down from grandparents are dramatic and vivid.