Racing the Ghosts on the Corners By Kitty Delorey Fleischman There’s just something about cars and speed. It’s always been part of my psyche. I liked it when Dad drove, because he’d pass other cars. Mom almost never passed anyone—even … Continue reading →
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About Kitty Delorey FleischmanKitty Delorey Fleischman met and fell in love with a red-headed gold miner in Nome in 1979, and until then, the sum of her knowledge of Idaho was: Frank Church, Cecil Andrus, and Idaho potatoes. Moving to the Gem State in 1981 to marry the man of her dreams, her life changed, and she found the place where she'd always wanted to be. Kitty was a teacher, and she has written and photographed for United Press International, was a founder and co-publisher of the Idaho Business Review, wrote Velma Morrison's memoirs, The Bluebird Will Sing Tomorrow, and is the publisher and editor of IDAHO magazine.
The results of IDAHO magazine’s annual photo contest are in. The entries were many, the competition stiff, and decisions difficult.
The rules, as usual, were simple. Each photo had to depict an Idaho setting and contain at least one person, although not necessarily as the primary subject. In blind voting, judges selected their five favorite images, in numerical order. The weighted votes were then tallied.
In a future issue, you’ll see the winning shot as the cover of a print edition of IDAHO magazine. In the meantime, here are the winners online for our visitors. You also can view winners from past years on this website, by clicking on the “Contests” tab at the top of the home page. Choose “Photo Contest” from the dropdown menu, and then click “View Gallery” in the sidebar. Continue reading →
Even from her earliest years, Velma knew all too well that, for all the good times and good things that came her way, life had its share of tears.
She has suffered more than her fair share of bumps and bruises along the way.
It’s hard to imagine anything more painful than losing a child.
Velma lost her younger son, Gary, in the kind of needless tragedy that shakes a mother to the depths of her soul and sends her to storm the heavens, begging an answer to the simple question “Why?” over and over again.
There is no answer except what her faith tells her it was God’s will, and it is hers to accept. Acceptance closed the wound, but the scar never heals.
Nearly forty years and innumerable tears later, Velma still struggles to tell the story of Gary’s short life and his sad death. Continue reading →
Mellifluous. The word could have been coined especially to describe Rosalie Sorrels’ voice. Whether singing, or storytelling, the word fits. For days I’ve sought other, simpler words, but the search for vocabulary always dissolves to images. For Rosalie, speaking and singing are one. It’s how she communicates.
In her voice is the sound of Grimes Creek dancing over rocks and nudging flecks of gold along the course of its laughing waters. Then sometimes you’ll hear the gravel that lines the creek bed. You hear the trilling songs of birds that sail bright skies in her mountain sanctuary, and the shusshing sway of pine branches fluffed by breezes that sing to the cabin her father built by hand early in the last century. Sometimes you’ll catch a momentary glimpse of the sharp edges of rocks lining the canyon walls.
She came by it naturally as part of a well-read family of people who also loved to sing. As she talks, she switches from conversation to poetry to song in a smooth flow. In 1999 Idaho’s songbird also was chosen for a Circle of Excellence award from the National Storytelling Network.
For more than a half-century, Rosalie Sorrels has taken the sounds and stories of Idaho across the continent and beyond the seas. Jim Page, a folksinger from Whidby Island, Washington, once described Rosalie as “the most real person in folk music that I’ve ever met.” Now past her seventieth birthday, her outlook on life is both broader and narrower than it was when she was a younger woman. She has traveled extensively and has seen the world, yet the greatest treasures of her life are her family and her little handmade Grimes Creek cabin.
Her mother named the cabin Guerencia, which means “the place that holds your heart.” It’s a snug cabin with posters of her heroes on the ceiling so she can look up at them when she is in bed. The cabin’s walls are lined with books stacked layers deep on shelves, all of them read and all remembered.
As a youngster, Rosalie’s father gave her a dollar for each “chunk” of poetry she learned. She earned three dollars for learning Sir Walter Scott’s “Lady of the Lake.” When other youngsters were learning nursery rhymes, Rosalie learned to quote Shakespeare. Continue reading →
And the Winners Are . . . Entries were plentiful and talent was apparent in IDAHO magazine’s twelfth annual Cover Photo Contest, whose winners were selected recently by a panel of judges. The main rules are that each photo must have … Continue reading →
By Kitty Fleischman Most of the time we don’t think of Cascade as the home of serious culture. We rarely think of it as the hub of an international business either, but both of those suppositions would be incorrect. Sourdoughs … Continue reading →