Back in late August I attended the Marshall Area Chamber of Commerce Business After Hours event at the suite level of the Schwan Regional Event Center. The event was hosted by the Southwest Minnesota State University Athletics Department. After all the speeches and updates by athletic ...
Greg Taylor was born Dec. 11, 1947, to Mildred (Ayrhart) Taylor and David B. Taylor at the Anna Maria Memorial Hospital in Marshall. Greg was the second of the Taylors’ three children. The eldest, David Michael, was five years older than Greg. Their sister, Terri Lee, was five years younger ...
For this column, I often share social news or the gossip columns from the old newspapers. The social news is always fascinating to read and a lot can be learned of local people and events from the communities in Lyon County. For this article, I’m going to share the classifieds from one of the newspapers. The classifieds are interesting to read as well. Here are a few from the News-Messenger of Lyon County on Nov. 10, 1922: CHARLES C. VICKERMAN, Taxidermist. Birds and heads mounted. Light hides and furs tanned. Leave work at Blanchette’s Store, Marshall, Minn. CAR APPLES on ...
As we enter this time of the year, let us be happy. Therefore, let's get by a lot of today's negativity, and be happy. Here's a sample of why we should be filled with joy. Hey! We got up this morning, and are still breathing — that should be a happy element in our lives. We can move and experience the elements of life we wish to sample. We need to be happy and thankful for all of the service of our military veterans. As we know, many of our fellow Americans paid the ultimate price for us. Many bear the mental and physical scars of their service. We must never forget that our ...
Into the southern breezes my lab and I set out, the final hours of the first half of upland hunting before us just ahead of the noon start of North Dakota’s 16-and-a-half-day firearms deer season. Though tag numbers are down, and gun hunters likely wouldn’t be out in the full, orange-clad ...
The ancient pine box had probably sat in the upstairs closet of my parents’ farmhouse since the Late Mesozoic Era. At least that’s how it appears. The box’s wood has oxidized into a deep nut-brown and bears more than a century’s worth of scars. It reminds me of a grizzled old cowboy ...
