In the Fold of Midnight Stars By Miranda R. Carter My grandfather gave us the northern Idaho wilderness. He gave it to us in all its forms: vast populations of pines fleshing out rich, rolling hillsides; ribbons of
From Sod-Roof Cabin to Boardroom By Gary Randall Midway through my dad’s senior year at Moscow High School in the mid-1920s, he and one of his renegade friends decided to drop out and go to Bolivia to herd
Growing Up in Kellogg, Part Three By John Vivian Excerpts from recollections of the author’s youth in Kellogg, which he assembled for a group of friends and former classmates. The Crash Club In their wisdom or utter lack
Black in Idaho By Dennis Patterson Photos Courtesy of Dennis Patterson Idaho Falls native Dennis Patterson has been a lifelong advocate for equal rights and fair treatment, as he describes in his 2020 book, Black Pearl: Living Black
Growing Up in Kellogg, Part Two By John Vivian The author, a retired journalist and professor, assembled recollections of his youth in Kellogg for a group of friends and former classmates. This is the second part of a
Growing Up in Kellogg, Part One By John Vivian This is the first installment in an occasional series about John Vivian’s childhood experiences in Kellogg in the 1950s-‘60s. Roughly a decade ago, he emailed his reminiscences to friends
A Christmas Flood on Pine Creek By Jim Shubert Photos Courtesy of Jim Shubert Gusty winds and sleet pelted our faces as we leaned forward to climb the steep slope through heavy, wet snow. My brother Phil and
The Curb Ditch Project By Max Jenkins In the spring of 1958, I finished my sophomore year in pharmacy at Idaho State College in Pocatello and returned to my folks’ home on the south side of Grangeville. A
Good at Everything Story and photos by Max Jenkins “They’re a fantastic dance team,” people kept saying. I wasn’t the jealous type, but it was hard not to be a little worried. This was in the 1950s at
An Unstoppable Little Brother By Karlene Bayok Edwards Photos courtesy of the author Ronny must have been almost four when he followed our dog Pete into the woods. We lived on a hill outside McCall and much of
