We have been learning about David Hansvick, who grew up in Vesta during the 1950s and ‘60s. He began his education at Vesta Elementary School, but had to continue his education at Redwood Falls Public Schools. That transition was a challenge. “In 7th grade we got bused to Redwood Falls ...
The Victor Talking Machine Company was an American recording company and phonograph manufactured. The company was incorporated in 1901 and was independent until 1929 when it merged with the Radio Corporation of America (RCA) and became the RCA Victor Division. The company’s roots go back to ...
Editor’s Note: This letter read to the Lynd School Board was submitted as a letter to the editor. Because of its length it’s being published as an op-ed The last time I was in front of this school board was shortly before my son finished his eighth grade year here in Lynd. He read a statement to the board asking them to consider adding a high school option even if it had to be an online learning environment. Never did I think I would be standing here again while watching Lynd School be torn apart. I chose Lynd even though the bus came at 6:40 a.m. I chose Lynd because Caren ...
“Jackson, where’s your bobber?” I asked, squinting against the gray surface of the evening water, knowing that my eyesight isn’t quite what it used to be but also expecting to easily see the electric red glow of the light up slip float 30 feet off the stern. From the back of my ...
Like most of us, I've been told many times to “wait for it.” Sometimes that was standing at the end of our farm's lane and waiting for the school bus to arrive. Some of those very cold winters made that wait very uncomfortable. What couldn't the bus be on time? I'm the one suffering! Well, I guess the lesson that waiting is a part of life was finally learned because … wait a minute … I still don't like to wait. What has been learned is that there can be goodness found in waiting. For instance... When sipping a wine, it's a positive to wait. Wait for what? The taste of the ...
A dragon holding a silver ball in its terrifying teeth was perched next to the gate. It was the first hint that we were in for a day of weirdness and wonder. My wife and I recently attended the Siouxland Renaissance Festival. While we waited in line to buy tickets a guy dressed as a medieval raggedy man sashayed through the crowd, hawking his “scented programs.” Whenever someone took him up on his offer, he’d say, “OK, I just have to add the scent.” He then rubbed the paper program on his armpit. “We’re all gonna smell like that by the end of the day!” the raggedy man ...
