It was a big day for these kids. They had traveled from their homes near Penn, N.D., northwest of Devils Lake, all the way to Fargo.RELATED CONTENT
The folks living at Touchmark, Fargo, got a chuckle last summer out of an item on the weekly activity schedule that said residents would be “making (and taste testing) pizelles.”RELATED CONTENT
Here’s a note of thanks to you folks who provided the answer to Don K. Johnson’s question about a poem he’d read years ago but now couldn’t find anywhere.RELATED CONTENT
What’s Carey McWilliams up to these days? He’s the Fargoan who has been mentioned here before because he doesn’t let being blind hold him back. His big thing, in fact, is hunting.RELATED CONTENT
Here’s a little-known fact concerning the name of one of North Dakota’s well-known legislators of some years ago.RELATED CONTENT
In past decades, many farm kids rode to school in the horse-drawn vehicles often called hacks. But some didn’t. Instead, they rode horses.RELATED CONTENT
Everybody in Lisbon, N.D., liked Joe Johnson. Especially the kids. One reason: Joe could tell stories. Like how the “bent tree” got that way.
Here’s a follow-up to the story of a bank robbery that wasn’t. It was sent in early this year by Delbert “Del” Tysdal, who died in August at age 68. But, belatedly, here’s his story.RELATED CONTENT
That’s no bush in the picture sent to Neighbors. It’s a tomato plant. A huge tomato plant.RELATED CONTENT
Talk about family togetherness. Here’s an example of it being demonstrated in a big way. It’s about the members of the Merickel family – nine sisters and their mother – formerly of Wadena, Minn.RELATED CONTENT
“A Letter Home,” a poem written years ago by North Dakota’s late poet laureate James W. Foley, still rings a bell for many people.RELATED CONTENT
The picture above gives an idea of what the Plains of North Dakota looked like during the winter in the early 1900s. But it probably was taken before April, as it might have been this year.RELATED CONTENT
It’s a common scam these days: You get a phone call from someone who says a relative is in jail and you need to send money to get that person out. Of course, it’s not true.RELATED CONTENT
Neighbors has heard stories of many people of northern European descent. But this is the first story it’s learned of someone whose parents came from Luxembourg.RELATED CONTENT
Longtime readers of The Forum will never forget columnist Wayne Lubenow. Reading his folksy column was an everyday must.RELATED CONTENT
The song “My Cathedral” from the old Don McNeill’s Breakfast Club radio program lives on.
Ideas about what to put on lefse continue to roll in. Somehow, lutefisk becomes involved, too.RELATED CONTENT
The napkins on the tables, Karen Adams tells the women, are “crying towels.” That’s good, one of the women tells her, because “we do a lot of crying here.” “Here” is the Cass County Jail in Fargo. The women are inmates.RELATED CONTENT
It sure doesn’t look like spring around the region. So, in keeping with the on-going winter-like weather, here are some recollections of three blizzards as reported by Jim Dick, then and now of Englevale, N.D.
Lois Ebentier, Moorhead, writes that her friends are calling her a “celebrity.”