The Mystery of an Old Canoe By Gary Oberbillig My stepfather, Austin Case, liked to assure any dogs he encountered that they were “a nuisance, an abomination, and a detriment to mankind.” He would say this in the
Two Strategic Lessons By Max Jenkins When our family moved to Grangeville in December 1946, we became part of the Idaho’s largest county by area. Idaho County is bigger than New Jersey and only slightly smaller than Massachusetts.
1935-1939 By Karlene Bayok Edwards Photos from the Joe and Marcella Bayok Collection ’ve often wondered how my parents got together. They were so different. Mother was tiny, fine-boned, and quick. Dad was tall, big-shouldered, and steadfast. She
When Game Birds Were Plentiful By David E. Metcalf The colorful bird flew fast and low, directly toward me. “This will be an easy shot,” I thought. In a situation like this, sometimes I was right and sometimes
A Normal Thing Back Then By Gary Oberbillig When I was a high school kid in rural Idaho in the 1950s, several times each week during the pheasant hunting season I would take up my twelve-gauge shotgun from
Fun with Fruit By David E. Metcalf “Mom!” my cousin Dan shouted. The car that was leaving the driveway stopped abruptly. Dan had seen something I’d missed. I wondered what it was and, unfortunately, I soon found out.
Watch Out for the Cops By Ed Fischer Two days after a sixteen-hour marathon climb of Wyoming’s Middle Teton in the summer of 2004, my buddy Aric and I were still too whipped to do any hiking, so
In the Heart of Dixie By Max Jenkins My dad, always a character, was in a showoff mood one day in late July 1975 when he told my two children, “I know the most important man in Dixie—the
Through a Kid’s Eyes By Mason “Doc” McCoy The Silver Valley is in an interesting situation nowadays. Renewable resources are on the rise and many of those products and systems require metals, including silver, which has fueled interest
Growing Up in Kellogg, Part Six By John Vivian This is part of a series of previously unpublished excerpts from the author’s reminiscences of his youth, which he assembled for friends and former classmates. For a kid who
