A Backwoods Strategy By Max Jenkins When I was a kid, I liked to listen to my dad while he was on the telephone, because it was always entertaining. He was the county agent of Idaho County in
After All the Changes By Aisha Marie Death has nothing to do with going away. The sun sets, the moon sets, but they are not gone. ~ Rumi Mom and I didn’t have the closest of relationships.
A Small Beaded Purse By Holly Montgomery In winter the landscape outside my windows in Clearwater sparkled in white like a painting on a china plate from a past era. In spring, my home’s interior spoke a different
Sounds Good to Me By Tom Lopez As a child, I received many Christmas cards from Idaho at our home in Michigan. The first one I can date with any certainty, which arrived when I was eight years
Life and Death in Downey By Lynne Larson “So you’re from Idaho.” The old gentleman next to me struck up the conversation as we waited for a church meeting to begin in the large western city where I
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
