At first glance the old trailer by the side of the road appeared to be just one more addition to someone’s collection of old vehicles. No one seemed to notice it. Then as I walked briskly down the Fifth Street hill one morning, I glanced up to see that a[Read More…]

“Did you see that someone found your glasses downtown?” a friend asks before informing me that a sign posted on the corner light post had the information I needed to retrieve them. There was no question in her mind that the specs had to be mine. “I think someone found[Read More…]

Small-town politics never change. Even in the years before the town was established relationships between area residents went up and down with the issues of the day. Looking back at history it is important to note that one of the newspaper’s seasonal editorial columns from 125 years ago talks about[Read More…]

The woman had border collies long before the local sheepdog trials. She couldn’t find enough for them to do on the ranch. While they had plenty of room outside to run, they had no work to do. So her dogs usually resorted to filling their hours by getting into trouble.[Read More…]

For years, the search for buried treasure has been taking place right before our eyes. One never knew when you’d happen upon someone wielding a metal detector, combing over an abandoned or empty lot. This area was never known for precious metals, although a few residents moved here after living[Read More…]

“Get out of my yard!” the angry male voice drifted across the wide expanse of green grass. “Oh, I knew you wouldn’t mind,” the woman answered, but stopped talking when she looked up to see the man wasn’t laughing. He went back into the house.

Living in a small western community seems to offer one a true sense of place. Although a 30-year residence requirement is in force before allowing participation in the annual Old Timers Dinner and Dance, some of the locals in residence feel as if the White River Valley is truly home,[Read More…]