I spent this Thanksgiving Day reliving memories of Thanksgivings past at my Great Aunt Lena’s.
When the book was thrown at me, I was astonished. What could I do to rectify this mess? How could I redeem my ancestors and myself?
It was in 1971 that Barney challenged her to begin the Nebraska Turd Bird venture. His horse furnished the raw material…
Cowboy Joe, who had worked with me for years repairing furniture, detested cats – Mitten, more than most. Joe was straightforward and down to earth. Mitten had an attitude—she was QUEEN! The cowboy and the cat formed an edgy relationship.
In the northwest corner of our Winnetoon Village Park is the City Jail. It was built along the railroad tracks and rarely used. Over the years the shingles blew off and neglect took hold.