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The Note and the Visit
The summer of my ninth birthday, my dad, mom, sister and I visited my father’s childhood home for a family reunion. My dad’s younger brother ran the cattle ranch. With the help of my older cousins, he kept our grandpa's land and the livestock in good shape.
By Rich Finlinson4 years ago in Families
Dad as Boy
No one ever guesses that the quiet old farmer in front of them got his start in life as a weapons dealer. I'm not entirely sure what the usual signs of a weapons dealer would be, but I can assure you that he has none of them. So when people find out, they are invariably baffled. Anyone who has had so much as a conversation with him is shocked to the core. It's at this point of bewilderment that a few more details of the story need to be told. He was just a kid and the weapons were pea shooters (or so he calls them) made from pilfered clothespins. Other kids would put in orders and he would make and distribute the pea shooters on the school bus. The ladies of the community, including his own mother, were frustrated and confused at finding their clothespins continually missing. One day he finally got caught and his life of crime came to an abrupt end.
By Janna Ehrenholz4 years ago in Families
Rx: Live Long and Well
My father died at the age of 85, just shy of the new millenium. He was in good health, but something inside of him made him simply "check out." He stopped walking, as if it were an arbitrary decision, and he was admitted to the hospital for which he had once served as Chief-of-Staff dozens of years earlier. It was as if he was simply "finished"; as if he had accomplished everything he had wanted to do; as if there were nothing left to live for.
By Gerard DiLeo4 years ago in Families
Reverse Engineering My Father
I was seventeen years old the first time I saw the whites of my dad’s eyes. My parents had cornered me in our basement family room, insisting that I sign a behavioral contract—my only option, they said, to continue living under their roof. It was six in the evening, and I was still hungover from the previous night out drinking with my cousins. Skipping school and sleeping all day had not cured my aching head or queasy stomach.
By Melissa de la Cruz4 years ago in Families
north fork
In the summer of 1988, I was twelve years old. That's the summer our cabin burned down. The Red Bench Fire was a monster of a wildfire that ate its way through northwest Montana, including a portion of Glacier National Park. At the time, this was an anomaly. The terrifying and widespread conflagrations that have been attributed to climate change were not yet a thing of the news.
By Leah Gabriel4 years ago in Families
What it was like growing up in the 80s . Top Story - June 2022.
There are so many things that kids know nothing about, things I grew up on or people that grew up before the 90s. I think it was a fun time growing up. Things were not like they were today, and not as dangerous, at least where I live.
By Kerrie G.Diaz4 years ago in Families
Small Town Summer Food
Summer food? Yeah, I know what you mean. Look, Montana gets cold. I mean, tongue-stuck-to-the-flagpole cold. So you get used to soups, and stews. Potatoes, onions, carrots, biscuits, warm-your-toes, warm-your-soul, comforting, calorie-filled, dripping grease, your-momma-spent-a-long-time-on-this, so-sit-down-and-eat, food.
By Spencer Reaves4 years ago in Families
An Easter Story
Easter weekend dawned crisp and bright. The crisp part was completely welcome in an area of the country where the temperatures can easily be in the nineties in April. As the most holy of the holidays prepared to settle into the year, we were invited to a special celebration luncheon at Miss Charlotte Anne's home located in the sleepy historical district in a town of 100,000 citizens.
By Lana Broussard4 years ago in Families
