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David and Jean Stenzel, Missionaries to Europe & the U.S.

2011-08-20T17:38:00.005-05:00

David and Jean Stenzel, a dynamic Christian couple who are serving with Greater Europe Mission, share their story of how God has touched their life and in turn, has enabled them to bless others throughout Europe and the United States with love and encouragement. I met with Jean one morning this summer and as we sat at her kitchen table here in O'Neill, NE, she told me some wonderful and entertaining stories of how God is working in this world...

“Dave and I met at the University of Nebraska and were married while we were at UNL, when we both were in teacher's college. When Dave went into teaching, he discovered Jesus Christ in a very personal way. With that discovery, his entire focus began to change, and his question was, “How can I serve Jesus Christ?” We were living in married housing which contained 1500 apartments, and one day Dave turned to me and said, “These people don’t all know Jesus Christ. They think because they are a bit ‘religious’, that they are saved. That’s the way I was-- I was very religious and went to church every Sunday and I thought I was saved, but I didn’t have that personal relationship with Jesus Christ. These people need to know!” So Dave made up his mind that he was going to knock on every door and invite everyone who wanted to come, to join an Evangelistic Bible study.”

“We began this study with 10 people, and those that came to the Lord, would go into a discipleship study. One of the ladies that came to this study was named Janet and she was a nurse. Her husband was definitely not interested in Jesus Christ, as he wanted to taste everything that the world had to give. He thought it was alright that his wife would ‘get religious’ but he didn’t want any of it for himself. Janet began to grow in Christ and go into the discipleship study. We just had some really wonderful conversations over the Word of God and she was excited to think that she could turn to Jesus for every problem that came into her life. One day, she called me and said, “Jean, I don’t know what to do, can you give me some advice? My husband came home the other day and said, “We’re not as close as we used to be, so I want to do some of the things that we did when we were courting that brought us so close.” Janet said, “One of the things we use to do was fix a big pot of espresso and we would put cream and sugar in it and sit before the fireplace and we would smoke pot.” She said, “When I accepted Christ, I didn’t need drugs any more because I have Christ and He’s better than drugs, but my husband wants to do this so that we will grow closer together, have a better relationship, and return to our courtship days, so to speak.” She said, “I want to honor that because he has the right motive and the right idea, but I don’t want to smoke pot. What should I do?” I said, “I don’t have an answer for you Janet, all I can tell you is that I will pray and I will ask God to deliver you. I have no idea how this will turn out.” I prayed for her, David prayed for her, and we called the women’s Bible study that she was in and we all immediately prayed for her. I said, “Girls don’t just pray, get down on your knees and say, “Lord deliver her!”

“We didn’t find out until much later that Janet’s husband came home and he had these cigarettes of pot that he laid out on the coffee table, along with the coffee cups. He put down a big rug and made a fire in the fireplace. She was making coffee in the kitchen, and he came in and said, “how’s the coffee coming? I’ve got everything ready.” She informed him the coffee was just about done. They had an old dog, about 14 or 15 years old that always just kind of stayed in a corner of the kitchen, that really didn’t do anything but get up and eat, drink a little water, go outside, and then come back in and lay in his corner on the rug. She said the coffee was done, and as her husband carried it into the living room, she cleaned up a few things and then she started to go into the living room. As she went past the dog, the dog got up, ran into the living room, jumped up on that coffee table and ate all the pot! He began to run around in circles and ran back into the kitchen. She followed him into the kitchen, he ran to the door, she opened the door, and he disappeared for three days. When he returned, he scratched on the door, and she let him in and he laid back down on the rug like he always did. She said after she had let the dog out, she went back into the living room and her husband looked at her and shook his head. Now, here’s a man who doesn’t give God any credence whatsoever... he said, “Your God certainly takes care of you and protects you, doesn’t He?” Janet said they had a wonderful evening, but just with the coffee. They sat in front of the fireplace and they talked and thought, “wow, what a miraculous God this is...” I couldn’t help but think of 1 Peter, chapter 3... our God tells us that the women should be like Sarah; that they obey their husbands, but trust God and do it without fear, and God will protect and deliver. I couldn’t help but think that this is really similar to that little incident.”

“As Dave and I saw God do these kinds of miracles, we knew that God wanted to use us in full time Christian work. We found Greater Europe Mission and they sent us to Austria where we served and built a church. The church is still going today; they have started a sister church and have sent out four missionaries from that church. We are praising God for what He can do in a country that has very few Christians.”
Dave and Jean also travel to other European countries such as France, Germany, and most recently, Portugal. “When we came home (to the United States) from Europe, the mission contacted us and asked if we would take the job as pastors to missionaries, and we said “yes”. We travel around the United States visiting missionaries on furlough (from foreign countries) and people who have been appointed to go, but who have not yet left this country. They are sometimes wondering what is awaiting them and what it will be like, so we are able to talk to them and answer what questions they may have. We also take trips overseas about three times a year, each visit lasting 3-4 weeks at a time (this fall they will be traveling to mostly Western Europe and the southern countries), meeting with missionaries to help and encourage them in their work.
　
When I asked Jean if she had any other examples of how God is moving in this world, she said, “What I think is exciting is that God had sent us to Austria to spread the Gospel, and one of the young Austrian men that accepted Christ and was discipled by Dave, traveled to the United States along with his wife and children to a bible school in Wyoming. They came here, learned English, and will now take the Gospel back to Europe. It is interesting how God moves people around to do His will.”

To learn more about Greater Europe Mission, please visit their website: www.gemission.org

Our 'World View'

2010-04-08T16:21:00.007-05:00

Hello Everyone! As you will notice, I have not added a post here for awhile. I have been involved in other writing pursuits, but hopefully, I can get back to Fresh Air Life to write about the interesting people and stories I have come across in the past year. You can find me at http://www.goodmorningmarysunshine.blogspot.com/, or, www.jrliggett.com/ 'INTERVIEW', a free, monthly e-mail forum where I interview blissfully satisfied users of J.R.LIGGETT'S Shampoo Bar. I also have a few stories on http://www.nebraskaruralliving.com/ under 'Articles & Essays'. Sometimes it gets hectic, but I LOVE it! Until then, keep breathin' that Fresh Air!

See You In the Spring...

2010-02-16T17:34:00.002-06:00

Keep this image in your thoughts... I'll be taking a break from Fresh Air Life until the spring thaw. In the meantime, visit me at www.goodmorningmarysunshine.blogspot.com.

See you there!

A Sharing Heart

2010-01-16T14:24:00.011-06:00

If you'd like to take a step back in time, when life moved at a slower pace, or if you'd just like to blow some of those cobwebs out of your mind and get a 'Fresh Air Life' start on the new year, I'd suggest a leisurely, open air horse-drawn wagon ride pulled by Kelly Kloppenborg's team of majestic Clydesdale horses.

Kelly, who has been employed by the Natural Resource District in O'Neill, Nebraska for six years as a water technician, is also co-owner with his brother Kirby of the Emmet Hay Company. The business was started in 1909 by the Cole family, and Don, Kelly's father, bought the business in 1970.

Kelly and his wife Terry of Emmet, Nebraska, (population 77), have been sharing the pleasure of their Clydesdale horses by providing others with a glance back at how farming and transportation was before the automobile.

'Horse power' is our operative word here...these 'gentle giants' who "have a good disposition and are well-behaved", were bred as work horses. Kelly has used the horses for "all facets of the haying operation"; mowing, raking, sweeping, pulling the hay stacker up, etc., and also for planting and harvesting oats and a bit of dirt work.

Long before Emmet Hay's Centennial year, Don Kloppenborg had the idea of using the Clydesdales to demonstrate how the hay operation was carried out before modern farm equipment did the job; and in August of 2009, 100 years after the inception of the business, the Kloppenborgs featured working demonstrations in a day long event on the outskirts of town.

In 1999, when Kelly had bought his first horses--a mother and daughter, he decided to "let other people enjoy the horses the way I do"and began giving horse-drawn wagon rides. He had the horses bred, resulting in a colt from the mother, and the day I was taking these pictures, the brother and sister team--'Hank and Dixie', were pulling a wagon full of laughing Kindergartners and their teachers.

Along with school children, he also provides rides for wedding parties, carolers, family reunions, and non-profit organizations such as 4-H. Recently he donated a sleigh ride to the Faith Regional Hospital in Norfolk, Nebraska for their fund raiser, and locally he donated a wagon ride to a local church's auction that was purchased by a young engaged couple to be used for their July 2010 wedding. The Kloppenborgs also enjoy 'teaming up' with other horse owners who drive about 6 miles out into the country in covered wagons to have a family style old fashioned picnic lunch.

Kelly currently has 6 horses that he uses together or separately. His daughter, grandson, and father also help drive the horses, so it's a "family thing".

When I've seen the horses moving down the street at a brisk trot, their bells jingling and riders waving and joyfully shouting to passersby, I'm thankful of the Kloppenborg's willingness to give back to their community in such a wonderful, fun and sharing way.

J.R.

Hometown Girl Makes the Grade!

2010-01-07T16:56:00.006-06:00

Our favorite poetess, Geraldine Kilgore, has just had her story entitled 'You Can Take the Girl Out of Nebraska' published in the e-magazine, Nebraska Rural Living. You'll find it refreshing! Click Here.

J.R.

2009-12-25T16:22:00.009-06:00

Fresh Air Life land is in the midst of a blizzard... so I thought I'd post an appropriate poem written by Geraldine Kilgore, a poetess who spent her childhood northeast of O'Neill...

The Snowstorm

Today we had a snowstorm,

It sneaked in with the rain.

Damp and clinging, heavy snow,

It stuck to everything.

The walnut tree is cotton trimmed,

It's stark branches soft and white.

And dogwood, blessed little tree

Is draped in ermine for the night.

The garden just this morning

That was weed rough and so bleak,

Is smooth as icing on a cake,

Glistening now and sleek.

The pines beside the window

Are a picture of delight.

Like great arms holding mounds of snow,

Bowed down in prayer tonight.

And even the small and spindly rose

Huddled by the drive this morn,

Is bundled up in snow tonight

And looks quite snug and warm.

This poor old saddened world of ours,

Beset with care and woe,

Seems more peaceful and so quiet

When God sends the soft, white snow.

The Work of His Hand

2009-12-09T15:22:00.012-06:00

Beth Seng, sixth in a family of six girls and one boy, was born and raised in Tanganyika, (Tanzania) Africa to missionary parents. Her parents had arrived in Africa in 1933, and for the next 33 years, her father was to do a "pioneer work" with the Africans. At that time, most of Africa had not been reached with the Word of God. Beth's father, a "very gifted man--a man of great faith", and an evangelist and a pastor, would bike to far-from-home remote villages, accompanied by another national pastor, teaching the Word of God to people who had never seen a white man, nor heard the name of Jesus. Later in his life, he taught at a national Bible School, training men to be pastors. Many of these men, even though they are now very old, in turn, fanned through-out the country to spread the 'Good News' of Christ.

At the age of 6 years, Beth was sent to a small boarding school in Tanzania for grades First through Fifth. All through her school years in Africa, from First to Twelfth grade, the schedule rotated with 3 months at school, and 1 month at home with parents. For grades 6-12, Beth attended the Rift Valley Academy, a well-known boarding school in Kenya that is still in operation today. The academy overlooks The Great Rift Valley, a continuous geographic trench, that runs from Northern Syria in Southwestern Asia to central Mozambique in East Africa. From her home in Tanzania, Beth would take a boat, traveling over Lake Victoria for one day and one night, arriving at the town of Kisumu. After a day's rest, the children boarded a train that would transport them overnight to a station near their school.

Beth spoke of the bonding and close ties that were formed with the other missionary children at these boarding schools, but she also acknowledged the difficulties and the loss as a result of their inevitable parting... "The problem with missionary life is that you're coming and going all the time...there are furloughs, people are leaving, sometimes they leave for good--you just leave them for the rest of your life!" "And then, when it's time for you to leave after you've finished school at age 18, you're going and you're never coming back."

After graduation in 1967, Beth returned to the United States, moving in with her sisters (who had previously graduated and left RVA) in Baltimore, Maryland. She received a degree from Gordon College in Massachusetts, and began work as a first grade teacher. Upon marriage, she quit teaching and devoted her time and efforts to her marriage and raising her three children. Later, she lived in Pennsylvania, and South America (as a missionary for Wycliffe Bible Translators for eight years), then moving to Tucson, Arizona in 1992, where she lived until moving to Page, Nebraska in March of 2007.

When speaking of her artistic ability and her interest in clay sculptures, Beth recalls an observant fifth grade teacher--also an artist herself--who noticed Beth's talent for art and told her she 'had a gift'. "She had people sit and we were to draw them and add shading." "She saw a gift even though what I saw of what I drew, I thought, 'well, it's okay, but it wasn't all that great...', but she noticed the gift and I just remember that she said, "you have a gift in art and you should pursue it."" "I've always loved to draw and copy things, and I love any kind of art work, but I've found something different---the clay work is 'me'."

During Beth's time in Arizona, she was first exposed to glazed dough art, a craft that became very popular in the 1980's. Beth eagerly tried her hand at this craft and found that she had a lot of imagination when it came to creating figures and objects--much more imagination than with her drawings. She began creating and selling 2-dimensional scenes on wooden plaques--the only problem was that within 5 years, with the glazed dough being exposed to the elements, it began to disintegrate and fall apart.

1n 1995, Beth came in contact with a woman from Germany who had crafted a refrigerator magnet of a pot with the tiniest, most delicate flowers. Beth enquired as to what this medium was---and this was her serendipitous introduction to polymer clay. She immediately purchased some clay and began making and selling earrings, necklaces, and figurines. One day, a woman asked if she could make 'Storyteller' earrings. A Storyteller is a Native American doll that depicts an elder telling the children the legends and traditions of their people. This request, and Beth's eventual completed design, turned out to be "one very significant change in my artwork".

Beth continues to create earrings, necklaces, figurines, and nativity sets with her polymer clay. "I love the clay because I was able to begin without spending a lot of money." She uses the Premo brand of polymer clay, blending different colors of clay to make stripes (as beautifully illustrated in the robes and blankets) and a finished product that resembles the look of wood. She also uses a pasta machine to make flat pieces for clothing and a clay 'extruder', which is useful in making strands for hair. Obviously, Beth's fine-tuned imagination is the stepping off point for any creation; she must visualize the figure or animal she wishes to create, and then design poses and clothing. First is the body, and then clothing, shoes, hats, and accessories. The process is time consuming, intricate, and inventive, and her figurines exude personality and emotion in their facial expressions and poses.

Beth has been supplying two stores for the past ten years with her Polymer clay sculptures and nativity sets; one in Tubac, Arizona, and a tea room in Tucson. Her creations are also available for purchase at the 'Farmer's Store' in Page, Nebraska.

Beth states, "Having the background that I have, and how God has developed my character through life and through traumas and joys, all that's gone on in my life---I want my work to be a reflection of what God has done in me." She continues, "I can see how He's turned so many things that I thought were negative in my life to where they have become something that I'm thankful for." " I really do have joy in my life and I feel like that's what I want to show in my craft." "When my grandchildren look at my work, I want them to see a reflection of what God has done in me."

J.R.

Photo credits: #1, 3, 6, and 7 by Beth Seng

Momentarily Runnin' Out of Steam...

2009-11-18T12:13:00.007-06:00

No, this isn't the end of the line, but I'm going to take a brief break from 'Fresh Air Life' to do a little 'deep breathing' on my own... With Thanksgiving and Christmas on the horizon, I've a million tasks to take care of, leaving me little time to invest in some quality interviews. But don't run off... even at this moment, I have in mind two individuals who I am wanting to visit with before the year is out. So, enjoy your time with family and friends, eat heart-healthy, and check in here for your much-needed dose of good ol' Fresh Air Life. As always, you can contact me through e-mail, and you can still see what I'm up to @ http://www.goodmorningmarysunshine.blogspot.com/

Oh, and BTW, check out my story that's been recently e-published in the on-line magazine, 'Nebraska Rural Living'. Under 'Also Featured This Month', you'll find my literary contribution entitled, 'Flowers From Mom'. You'll enjoy the rest of the magazine also!

Now, I need to get crackin' on making those hand made Christmas gifts...

J.R.

Resourcefulness

2009-11-12T14:16:00.017-06:00

During the late 1990's, while living at my in-law's farm, I had many occasions to observe my father-in-law, Marvin Richter, toil for hours, even in his advancing years. He would arrive from town (he and the family had moved to O'Neill in the 1960's, but they kept the farm) early in the morning to disc, plant, combine, work cattle, fix machinery, cut musk thistle, fix fence, bale hay, or any other chore that was necessary to keep the farm running and producing. After sliding out of his Ford Bronco, he'd step into the house to say a "Howdy-do" and briefly discuss what he had planned for the day. I would top off his coffee (he had a McDonald's breakfast McMuffin on the front seat of his car), and after a bit of mild arguing with my husband (the really loud stuff came later), he'd be out the door and off to the task at hand.

Marvin purchased a secondhand combine, which had been manufactured in the 1940's, from a farmer in Ewing, Nebraska. I'll never forget the day I saw it come lumbering up the drive...going full bore at around 3 miles an hour...he claimed he had put the pedal to the metal and it had topped out at a breezy 13 MPH on the highway from Ewing to the farm. I was positive that it wouldn't make it half way through the next harvest. I was wrong.

This particular morning, I looked out the kitchen window to see him driving up the lane in his light blue, Chevy 'LUV' pick-up, the bed loaded with plastic trash cans and lids, stacked within each other. (Husband and I always enjoyed shouting, "Don't take your LUV to town!") Now, Marvin is a spontaneous sort of fellow...he'll come up with an idea and be ready to jump right on it, so I just settled back and thought I'd see what he was up to this day. I think, amongst others, one of his slogans should be, 'Where there's a will, there's a way...' and this morning, despite his storage and equipment limitations, Marvin was going to fan some alfalfa seed---130 acres of it--give or take an acre or two.

That fall, he had let his alfalfa crop go to seed, wind rowed it, and then combined the seed. He purchased an old fanning mill---from an even older friend---and was determined to separate the 'seed from the chaff'. Various weed seeds needed to be removed; sand drop seed, foxtail, sunflower, and a bit of brome grass. This fanning mill had originated from between the 1920's to the 1930's, and Marvin had to craft and replace a few pieces so the mill would operate. This would not be a difficult task, as he has not only been a farmer in his life, but also an excellent carpenter.

He set up shop in the 'garage', which had been built in the early 1900's by his father as the original home. It was "the first house on the place". The 'place' had been homesteaded during the Kincaid Act when Marvin's forebears had arrived from Germany in search of 'greener pastures'. Marvin's older half-sister, Thelma, who died in 2004 at the age of 100, had lived in this house with Ernest her father, and her mother Addie, Ernest's first wife. Addie later died after childbirth, and Ernest then married Barbara, Marvin's mother. After building the present house on the property, this building was converted into a two-car garage for the family's Ford Model T car.

Now, I don't pretend to understand how machinery works, and especially this particular piece...my expertise was in taking the photos and visiting with Marvin at the same time... However, it appeared to me that he would dump the alfalfa 'horns' (and other weed seed) in the top of the mill, a belt would turn a wheel which in turn, moved or shook a tray, which I believe had a screen on the bottom, that somehow separated the alfalfa seed from the chaff. Please excuse my use of technical jargon.

The chaff would fly out of the chute and onto the ground, leaving the finished product---the minute alfalfa seed--ready to go back into the plastic trash cans for storage. This clean seed, of course, was sold for an enormous profit...

"And then the cow says to the farmer..." (some light bantering while working...)

Marvin labored for two days until his project was completed, only stopping for a bite of lunch on our screened-in porch and a bit of a snooze (while sitting in a chair) afterwards. Then, as the afternoon turned to evening, and as Marvin's strength and energy played out, I would see him slowly walk to his pick-up and drive away into the sunset.

Marvin turned 86 years old this past October. He is the father of 6 children, 13 grandchildren, 18 great-grandchildren, and 3 more on the way---if my figures are correct. He's a West Nile Virus survivor, 'Energizer Bunny', wonderful Father-in-law, and his current hobby is wine making. He still does some occasional farming and within the past couple of days, he assisted in moving cattle out of his pastures. With deer hunting season upon us, he'll most likely be out to get a deer also.

J.R.

Photo credit, top photo of combine: Maria Rath 2007

Tompkins Corner

2009-11-06T15:31:00.016-06:00

In the year of 1883, Archibald Tompkins, Neil Tompkins' Great-Grandfather (of English descent) arrived from New York State to homestead a parcel of land in Inman, Nebraska where today, Neil and his wife Ruth, a nurse, now live. Neil was born and raised here and he and Ruth, have in turn raised four children here; two sons and two daughters, now grown with lives of their own.

Neil is the fourth generation on the 'home place', where he operates a dairy and is a member of the Dairy Farmers of America. Neil says, "The place has always had milk cows and beef cows..." This is evidenced by the existence of the large red barn built in 1913 by Neil's grandfather, Leon. The sturdy barn, now used for hay storage and an occasional newborn calf, also has a rope swing in the hay loft that the Tompkins children spent hours playing on. There is also the requisite farm pet...a very friendly cow dog name 'Spicey'. And upon hearing the gentle mooing of a cow, the complete mental picture of 'farm' and all that represents, comes into focus.

Neil's dairy herd consists of a mix of 80 Holstein and Jersey cows. Each breed has it's advantages and disadvantages in relation to milk quality and production. The Holstein is the widely recognized black and white spotted cow that we usually envision when thinking of a dairy cow. The Holstein produces more pounds of milk, but has lower milk butterfat components. (Milk is made up of three components: butterfat, protein, and other solids.) The brown Jersey cow is a smaller breed, with less milk production, but a higher percentage of butterfat. Neil says, "Higher butterfat is affected by genetics and feed. I work with a nutritionist that recommends a balance of protein; so much corn, so much hay..."

At two years of age, and after a cow has had her first calf, she is then classified as a milk cow. "At any given time, 80% of the cows are being milked, and 20% are dry". An 'ideal' situation is a cow that is producing milk for 10-11 months. Since constant milk production is stressful, a cow is given a two month rest period to build up it's health before having another calf.

The cows are milked twice a day---at four o'clock in the morning and four o' clock in the afternoon. Neil has one full time and one part time employee who, along with himself, take turns with the milking. As there are 14 milkings a week, Neil is responsible for five of them. The cows are pastured and need to be rounded up and brought in each time, which takes about 15-30 minutes. "Cows are a creature of habit and they do like a routine". The milking parlor can accommodate eight cows at one time, four on each side. The equipment set-up takes from 30 to 40 minutes, and milking the entire herd takes a little over 3 hours. Neil states, "It takes ten man hours a day to run the operation." The raw milk is picked up every 2-3 days, and hauled to either South Dakota, Iowa, or Minnesota for processing and then, distribution. When Neil and Ruth's children were younger, they were 'forced' to help with the milking. Neil joked, "That's probably why none of them are talking of coming back home..."

I asked Neil about the 'Good, the Bad and the Ugly' of a dairy operation... The 'good' is, "A regular cash flow...you get a check twice a month, and even though the amount varies (depending on the price of milk), it gives some stability". "And milk cows and stock cows compliment each other in terms of equipment, machinery, and facilities". He adds, "It's a way to be in agriculture, to 'be your own boss'".

The 'bad' is "Mastitis"---a bacterial infection. "It can be treated, but it is hard to get rid of". "Feed is the #1 cost, in addition to the on-going expenses of labor, equipment, upkeep, and replacing animals". And, "if a cow won't breed back, they have to be sold for slaughter".

The 'ugly' is, "No days off". "Milking has to be done whether it's a sunny day, a blizzard, or a holiday". Even worse is when a good production cow is down and can't get up. The day I was visiting, a Holstein had given birth the day before and had become weakened and unable to get up. Neil and his crew were trying to get the cow on it's feet, and would be trying for another few days. Hopefully, the cow would not have to be euthanized.

Neil says he has always been interested in agriculture, and when in college, he had briefly considered becoming an agriculture missionary. However, he felt that God showed him that in His plans, he should continue the dairy business with his parents. Overall, Neil loves the lifestyle of the country and the physical work, and he is convinced that the fresh, country air and the sparse population density has kept him healthy. Besides, there's that undeniable and indescribable heart connection to the land and the history and heritage of the Tompkins family.

J.R.

2009-11-04T15:18:00.002-06:00

I've recently visited with Inman resident Neil Tompkins about his dairy operation. The story will be posted soon!

This Time of Year

2009-10-30T14:41:00.007-05:00

Autumn Days

These are the days of gold and blue

Of yellow, orange, and scarlet too.

Of chilly nights and clear, crisp days.

Of morning shrouded gray with haze.

Of chattering birds that congregate

On field and fence and garden gate.

Of pumpkins laying abandoned, lost

Since vines have felt the first, hard frost.

Of roses brightest of the year.

And rows of cornstalks, brown and sear.

Of rosy apples, juicy and sweet.

Of leaves that rustle at our feet.

Of low hung ribbons of smoke that glides

From burning leaves at eventide.

Of cold, gray mist that meets the dawn

That turns to rain before it's gone.

These are the days and all too few.

These autumn days of gold and blue.

And of course, we hope and pray for dry weather so the farmers will be able to harvest this crop!

J.R.

Life Walk

2009-10-22T14:02:00.016-05:00

Cheryl White... horsewoman, maverick. Her journey has been a long road with many twists, turns, surprises, disappointments, and now, steps of faith.

As a two year old, Cheryl's father, a veterinarian, sat her upon her first pony (also a two year old), and was told that when her tears ceased, she would be allowed to dismount... from that time on, horses have been central to her life. Her grandfather raised horses in the 1920's and 30's, and her father was an ardent calf roper, team roper, and always loved to barrel race. Cheryl considers herself a "third-generation cowboy/rancher". She grew up competing in rodeos and was very successful in barrel racing, and with her father also being involved in the barrel racing competitions, she was exposed to many fine pedigreed horses that she feels privileged to have ridden.

After graduating from college, Cheryl immersed herself in the work world; she has worked in journalism (having written articles for equine publications), sales with the Xerox corporation and Johnson & Johnson, was a stockbroker for seven years (at one point being one of the only two women in Omaha, Nebraska who sold stocks), a small business owner, and for the past four years, has been working in the pharmacy department at Avera St. Anthony's Hospital in O'Neill, Nebraska. But her first dream has always been to breed and train the American Quarter Horse--a dream that she knows God has instilled in her heart. Over the years, she has made great sacrifices to achieve this dream.

Eighteen years ago, Cheryl, who lives on her ranch in Atkinson, Nebraska along with her two cattle dogs, 'Pete' and 'Jubie', started out with two good brood mares, using outside Stallions for breeding purposes. She has bred, raised, and trained many horses over the years, and currently owns ten 'great mares', four baby colts, and the 'love of her life'---her Stallion 'Yardstick', or 'Stick' for short (meaning he is the one by which she measures the quality of all other Stallions.) Cheryl explains, "a great mare not only has the parentage to do what I want, but they have to ride and have the physical ability and the mind to do what I want". Cheryl breeds horses for barrel riding, roping, and reining.

Since she doesn't start training a horse until it is three years of age, ("a two year old has the attention span of a gnat..."), she isn't able to immediately discern if they are of the quality she is aiming for, so essentially, the horse "just hangs out here" until it reaches a point when Cheryl can make that judgment. One realizes the time, effort and love it takes to bring this goal to fruition---and in the meantime, she's falling in love with the horse which in turn, makes it extremely difficult to let it go.

But, let it go she must, and that is the where the difficulty of 'generating hype' comes in--the goal is to get the horses out to the 'right' people--those with money or influence. Ideally, that would mean a website (it's in the planning stage), and reaching the people who are going to do something with the horses. Usually this is accomplished by word of mouth---that it becomes known that her horses are of stellar pedigrees. Cheryl has admired the traits of the Driftwood horses; an amazing horse in the 1930's that had a lot of speed, athletic ability, and an instinct for cattle. She chose this pedigree long before it became popular--she just thought they were nice horses. Now, they have become "hot property". She acknowledges that she couldn't have foreseen this, and feels that this good fortune for her, is surely from God. She has a pedigree that people want, "now it's just a matter of getting it out there". Her desire is to raise a "quick athlete" that can be used for team roping, calf roping, and barrel racing. "This bloodline (Driftwood) excels at these traits".

Cheryl has a bit of a claim to fame... one day out of the blue, she received a call from a certain Mr. James B. Pickens, Jr. asking for some documentation for one of her horses that he had purchased by way of a seller in Montana. Cheryl had no idea who this person was, and she simply followed through on his request and thought nothing of it, only expressing the hope that the horse would be a blessing to him. She later found out that he is the star of the TV show, 'Grey's Anatomy'. Mr. Pickens has been a spokesman for the AQHA (American Quarter Horse Association) and is also an avid horseman who competes in rodeo events, and team roping and penning.

Cheryl says her desire to raise a better horse ("the goal is to have a colt that is a better horse than it's parents were") came from her grandfather and from God. "It becomes your whole life work". "You might look at these horses and think they are just a horse, but I can look at them and watch how they move across the ground and know if they're what I want or don't want". "So many people walk through life without a dream, and so few people that we rub shoulders with don't know what it's like to sacrifice for a dream". She continues, "At the end of the day, it's never been about making money, it's always been about how I just want the horses to be a blessing". "The one saving grace of my life has always been a horse". "God can take the ashes of your life and grow roses in them...I am one of the most blessed people I know".

Her number one goal in life is to "honor God with these horses". At this point in her life, she doesn't know if she should "scale it back or ramp it up". "All the hard work is done, now I've got to do the next work, which is the hardest work of all---I've got to let 'em go". "I'm at that crossroads of steppin' out in faith again..."

J.R.

Returning For a Visit

2009-10-18T17:10:00.010-05:00

It's a beautiful fall day--this may be our only fall day... so I decided to take a leisurely ride along the Cowboy Trail. Just like the last time we visited the trail, when you were able to kick back in your chair, that's how we'll handle it this time also. I'll ride the bike, and you just keep an eye out for some of nature's beauty.

I was hoping I would see these horses... They galloped around the pasture, kicking up their back feet, nipping at each other's necks, and even at one point, rolling around on the ground, their hooves up in the air.

While avoiding the many Garter snakes on the trail, I noticed the abundance of deer tracks. And I'm wondering if this little fellow's fur coat is any indication of the severity of our coming winter weather.

This electric pole, out of commission long ago, still has the old insulators on top--after all, this trail used to be the old railroad line...a few railroad ties and iron scraps can be seen along the path.

These horses in the opposite field, were lazily grazing and had come to the windmill to get a drink. I'd have liked to have been closer, but those 'No Trespassing' signs mean what they say, so I had to be content with poking my camera through a metal gate.

A hawk circled overhead riding the air currents, and a warm breeze blew from the south, bringing the scent of sweet clover and cottonwood trees and reminding me of my days growing up and the passing of time.

Thanks for coming along for the ride...

J.R.

Coming Up...

2009-10-17T16:35:00.003-05:00

This morning I visited with Cheryl White of Atkinson, Nebraska. She breeds and trains American Quarter horses. Her story will be up next week...she's a unique and interesting woman.

J.R.

Nebraska, USA

2009-10-14T15:43:00.004-05:00

Nebraska, USA

There's a land of quiet meadows

And of cornfields and of grain.

Where the wind sighs through tall grasses

And sweeps across the plains.

There are rolling hills, wide valleys,

There's old barns and country lanes.

There are cities, little hamlets,

Also rivers, creeks, and streams.

Where you'll find a friendly people

Who will great you with a smile.

They'll stop and make you welcome

And chat with you awhile.

Here the meadowlark serenades you

Thru out the summer day.

You'll find it west of the Missouri,

It's Nebraska, USA

J.R.

'The Church That Is No More...'

2009-10-14T15:27:00.004-05:00

On a recent post about poetess Geraldine Kilgore, she mentions the little town of Dorsey (approximately 20 or so miles north of O'Neill--'as the crow flies'), that 'is no more'. I came across this photo of the Dorsey Presbyterian Church, taken in 1996. Within the year, the church had burned, but the sweet and tender memories of family and friends who worshipped here, remain.

J.R.

Enterprising Woman

2009-10-08T16:23:00.006-05:00

The 'Pioneer Spirit' is very much alive and well at Sue Chohon's place of business in O'Neill, Nebraska. Step inside and you will observe a very industrious lady with a seemingly odd combination of interests. 'The Sundance Shop' is where Sue works Monday through Friday with her laundry and ironing service, plus her lampshade business.

Twenty-five years ago, when Sue first began cleaning homes for hire, a few of her clients enquired as to whether she would also do their ironing. She added this service to her cleaning jobs, and her customer base expanded. Then, realizing she would rather "clean houses less and iron more", she soon dropped the housecleaning and continued with the ironing, eventually adding a laundry service. These jobs fit in perfectly with being a stay at home mom with three young children.

In the meantime, she became interested in the creative art of replacing old lampshades with new fabric and decorative bead and fringe trims. Her mother had done this for years, and when Sue first tried her hand at it, she "loved it", discovering she had quite a talent for this venture. Again, here was another ingenious way to earn extra income and still be able to care for her home and children. Sue says, "You do what you can do without a (college) degree...", and she definitely has the 'can-do' attitude.

Three years ago, Sue purchased a charming little house at the west end of town on Highway 20 as a base for her business pursuits. As time has passed, she has realized that she would prefer to place more emphasis on her lamp shade creations and less on the ironing--(I guess you could say that she is 'pressing on' to bigger and better things...) The house is a perfect setting for showcasing her exquisite lamps; original woodwork fills the richly colored rooms where the lamps are displayed in eye-pleasing vignettes.

Ideally, to begin the process of creating a new lampshade, there would still be the original wire shade frame for the lamp, although Sue can order a wire frame and come up with a lamp base--whatever the customer may prefer. She finds lamps at auctions and sales, and on occasion, has come across some real treasures at garage sales. And if need be, this talented lady can also do a simple re-wire. Sue has a stash of fabric available, or she can order fabric, or a person can supply their own. The same goes for the fringe trims and beads---she can order through certain companies, although she says the fringe is the hardest to find, and only a few companies will dye it a specific color. 'Candy glass', or 'sugar paper' shades are popular and unique in their texture and appearance...they're "kinda spendy", so creating this particular fabric finish is a technique Sue would like to learn how to do herself.

The process of making a shade is quite labor intensive and takes several hours. First, Sue wraps the wire frame with twill tape and allows it to dry, then paints the tape (if needed) to match the fabric color. She makes a pattern with foil, cuts out the fabric and lays it on the shade, and then glues it to the taped wire. Next, trims are added to cover seams, and the final striking touch that we all oooh and ahhh over... that gorgeous moody fringe and glistening, colorful beads that absolutely glow and sparkle when the lamp is lit. She tops it off with an attractive finial, and her creation is ready to light up a special corner in any room.

So, the industrious, inventive, and clever Sue Chohon has got it covered--from the shirt on your back to the shade on your lamp. Stop in when you are in town and see what she can do to 'light up your life'.

J.R.

'River Hills-Niobrara'--- a poem

2009-10-06T11:43:00.004-05:00

River Hills-Niobrara

The hills stretch out to the far beyond,

Rolling in gentle slopes to the valleys,

Which melt into one great panorama of space.

The scope of sky and range of land

Sweeps on and on,

Extending as far as the eye can see,

Meeting in a distant gossamer blue horizon.

In this quiet land, this open land

Not so long ago

The Indian knew the freedom on the hills,

The same vast openness still prevails.

In this big land

Space is the gratuity to the soul.

J.R.

The Little Town That Was

2009-09-30T15:29:00.008-05:00

Geraldine 'Jerrie' Marston Kilgore was born in a small Nebraska town that no longer exists...Dorsey, Nebraska. This little country town was located approximately 20 miles northeast of O'Neill, and was her home until 1950. She reminisces about her days as a child growing up on her family's farm...

"My sister, brother and I attended school at Dorsey. We lived on a farm just over a mile from school, and walked to and from the school almost every day. We always found something to entertain us as we walked along."

"We had the whole outside for our play yard---we played cowboys and Indians (wouldn't that just amaze the grandchildren with their play toys of today?) We fished in the Steel Creek, which, in those days, had Speckled and Rainbow Trout. What a day it was when we caught one! We had a horse right off the Rosebud Reservation, that could not be bridled nor saddled. I was afraid to ride bareback, but my sister rode that horse all over the place."

"My brother, sister and I always had chores that were done daily. In the fall of the year, when the days started getting shorter, we would rush through our chores so we would have time to play games. I can't remember what the games could have been, but I do remember running around in the yard until nightfall."

"My chores were to see that the chickens were watered and fed (after they were penned up for the cold months) and to get in wood for the next day. I chopped wood and one evening while in the process of doing this, one of our cats (which we always had plenty running around outside) jumped onto the chopping block just as I was coming down with the axe. I need go no further with this discussion as I am sure you all can imagine what happened. In the really cold part of winter, I had to carry water to the chickens before I went to school, be sure the little burner was going on the heater that kept it from freezing. In the evening, the water was emptied and the burner blown out for the night. It was too dangerous to leave it burn all night. We always let the chickens run free in the summer, but when the nights started turning cold, we had to go out in the late evening after the chickens had gone to roost and catch every one of them and put them in the chicken coop. For some reason I cannot fathom, I loved that job! I think there was most likely a Harvest Moon and it all just seemed too marvelous. I don't remember that folks had to remind us to do our chores, it was something farm kids did. We weren't any different than anyone else---we all had jobs to do and did them without fussing. It was a good life."

"We had to get the milk cows in the evening which meant a long walk out into the pasture. Other people tell of their cows coming home at milking time, but ours never did. Our neighbor across the creek had cowbells on his cows and I just loved to hear the tinkling bells in the evening when they were coming down to the barn. We lived in a valley, and I can still remember how on hot summer days the temperature changed as we started down into the valley---it was always much cooler. Behind our house was a stand of wild crab apples. In the evening when they bloomed, it was the most heavenly scent, I just loved that as a child. It was like a huge, pink bouquet and I can remember wishing they would last all summer. The lilac bushes were huge, like none I have seen since...maybe it was that I was just a child! I remember my mother's vegetable garden...she always planted zinnias in with the vegetables. I continued that in later years when I had my own gardens."

"In the winter, when we got heavy snowfall we had to shovel the snow off the shed roof on the back of the big barn. As smaller children, we would have a big argument who's turn it was to shovel as we all couldn't wait to get up on that roof. As we got older, we soon learned it was more like work and then the argument went the other way!"

Jerrie, mother of four grown children, 81 years old and now widowed, resides in Indiana. She says, "I have written poetry all my life. Have had the good fortune of having a few poems published. I have been gone from Nebraska for many, many years, but I left my heart back there when I moved."

I will be posting some of Jerrie's poems from time to time, as her poems seem to have the heart and soul of Nebraska within the lines.

J.R.

Dorsey

Dorsey was a post office and a little country store.

Dorsey was a place that is no more.

But oh! The happy memories, like a treasure I embrace,

Of the time I was a carefree child in that long ago country place.

I hold onto the memories with a passion now, it seems.

And I'll go back to Dorsey, but only in my dream.

Yes, I'll go back to Dorsey and I'll roam the hills once more.

And walk the rolling prairie where my steps have gone before.

I'll hear the night winds whisper, as I stroll beside a stream.

I'll be going back to Dorsey, but only in my dreams.

A Success Story

2009-09-22T10:49:00.007-05:00

Whenever I interview someone for a story, I'm never exactly sure what the 'angle' will be---what the real story will be. I knew this would be about La Herradura and about Juan Pablo Sanchez and his wife, Magdalena (Maggie) who operate the restaurant along with Juan's sister, but I found that this story is more about opportunity and gratitude, and struggles and success.

Juan was born (one of three children) in Ciudad Jimenez in the state of Chihuahua, Mexico. He is the son of a farmer/rancher who also ran a small, family grocery store. It's obvious that Juan is a natural-born salesman---from the time he was very young, he helped out in his parent's store. He says, "I like all kinds of business...I sell cars, horses, I like it a lot."

Juan first came to Omaha, Nebraska in 1998 at the age of 19, where he and his uncle worked in construction. Juan met Maggie at a Rodeo dance (she has a good story) and they later married and moved to O'Neill. He says, "When I came to O'Neill, I did not speak much English and it was very hard." He began working at Herd Co in Bartlett, Nebraska, in a supervisory position as a cowboy. After a year and eight months, he received a promotion (his second) -- he had proved to be invaluable in translating English for his fellow workers.

At this time, Maggie was working at 21st Century Growers (in O'Neill) and she suggested that Juan open a small place to sell tacos and burritos. Juan saved his money and opened a small eatery, however, it closed sometime later. By this time, Maggie was expecting and was unable to continue to work. Being the 'strong woman behind her man', she urged Juan to open another, larger restaurant. Investors stepped forward, and 'La Herradura', with it's extensive menu, opened for business in 2005. Maggie does the cooking---delicious authentic Mexican family recipes---Juan's sister helps out, and Juan is the waiter.

Towards the rear of the restaurant, and through a doorway, is Juan and Maggie's small, Mexican grocery store. (It can also be accessed from the east side of South 4th Street). Juan stated that to obtain authentic Mexican foods, the Hispanic population had to travel to Norfolk or Grand Island, and since not many of the people have a car, it was a hardship and inconvenience. Now, Juan travels to Omaha every two weeks or once a month to purchase items for the store. The store is quite unique, carrying everything from pinatas to pickled pigs feet. With great pride, he showed the various varieties of peppers, dried shrimp (and fresh frozen shrimp), tostados, fresh cow cheese, laundry detergent, and even Coca-Cola in bottles. Juan says the store is "good for the Mexican people."

Juan appreciates the fact that their children (two boys and two girls) can walk to the pool, park, or play with friends and feel safe. He said, "I like it here in O'Neill." His dream is to someday own a small farm or ranch (he owns five Quarter horses that are pastured south of town). As for his love of business, he plans to open another restaurant in Omaha and hopefully one in his hometown in Mexico.

Maggie, who uses her hands and eyes quite expressively when she speaks, came from a very poor background. She was born in the town of Autan, in the state of Nayarit, Mexico. The family (she has three brothers) home was built of tree limbs with a cardboard roof, and sheets of plastic to cover the roof and walls. The floor was dirt, but, "very clean". It was not unusual for her family to go hungry, and since her parents were very old, she felt that she must come to the United States to find work and ultimately to help her parents. She relates the story of when she was attending school in Mexico, her mother would not have the money for Maggie to take the bus. Maggie's little brother would go to the train station across the street and shine shoes to earn her bus fare.

In 1992, along with some friends, Maggie boarded a bus headed for Los Angeles. She found herself living on the streets, searching for jobs where she could cook and clean in a home in exchange for a place to live and eat. She worked in homes for about a year, then came to Omaha where two of her brothers lived. This is when she met Juan--at the Rodeo dance. After talking with him, and getting to know him, she could tell that he was not like the other men. "He knew what he wanted...he wanted a family, he wanted to stay the rest of his life with a woman. So I say, "he's a good man." "He's my man, my love."

Maggie lived in California for one year, and for twelve years in Omaha. She says, "When I came to O'Neill, I see Heaven for my family." "Most people (Americans) are very nice, and I appreciate that more because they are not Mexicans." She adds, "I pray everyday...I don't pray for money-- I pray for my children to be healthy and to have enough food to eat, to pay my bills and for customers." "People come from another country because we don't have enough money to live". "Jesus gives you the opportunity to come. So, I come, work hard, respect the people, respect the law." When she has witnessed other immigrants drinking or doing drugs, she asks them, "Why do you put this opportunity in the trash?" She appreciates the United States for the opportunity, and also thanks the many people who have helped her.

She has many dreams---she wants to inspire her children to attend a university, and she wants to "make them very good people". She dreams of taking her children to Mexico "to show them where I was born, how I lived, so that they would know their (extended) family." "That would help me to explain to them why we're here in the United States and why we work so hard." Additionally, she would like to open a day care business where she would teach Spanish to the English speaking children.

So, come. Relax. Meet the wonderful, gracious, friendly people who run this restaurant. They and their lives are an inspiration, and we are blessed to have such a caliber of people in this town.

J.R.

The Ties That Bind

2009-09-11T14:28:00.014-05:00

"My Grandmother loved to sew from the time she was very young..." That statement by Beverly Galloway of rural Holt County, Nebraska, is just the beginning of many heartwarming stories of how her talented and thrifty Grandmother designed and created not only aprons for herself and others, but also how she provided for her family's clothing needs.

When Beverly's grandmother was young, she wanted to attend a school in Chicago to learn tailoring and how to be a seamstress, but her parents felt that the school was "too far away" for their daughter to be, so any dreams of professional training were laid aside. Instead, she put her skills to use sewing most of her own clothes, and clothing for her younger siblings and family. Later, she married (she sewed her own wedding dress and trousseau) and used her talent for clothing design and construction to sew her husband's shirts, suits, pants, clothes for herself, and even her daughter's (Beverly's mother) high school graduation dress.

Beverly's own mother's interests were more in the vein of cooking, tending her chickens, and her vegetable garden---she preferred these over sewing---so Grandmother stepped in (quite happily, I'm sure), and sewed for Beverly's older sisters, and made most of Beverly's clothes. Grandmother would bring some fabric to the house, and with Beverly sitting beside her, they both would pour over a current dress catalog, with Grandmother suggesting which piece of fabric would work well with what specific design. Beverly would choose some dress styles, and then Grandmother would ask to see a "well-fitting dress" which she would use for measurements. In a week or two, Beverly would be presented with a beautiful, lovingly made dress.

And of course, the aprons! What a treasure trove of styles, colors, and fabrics---both serviceable and fancy. An apron was standard, everyday wear--a homemaker would have a 'work' apron which most likely was a full frontal covering that would protect the front of the dress from dirt, food splashes, etc. The bottom half of the apron could be used to carry vegetables in from the garden, to gather some chicks or eggs, to shoo away flies, or even to give refuge to a shy or hurting child. A small pocket on the right was a convenient place to tuck a hankie or a popped button that may have been picked up off the floor. A good number of the aprons are made out of flour sack material, as in those days, that is what flour and sugar came in---a very sturdy, tightly woven fabric that just happens to wear like iron.

Beverly said most of the aprons were made by her grandmother, but there are also purchased ones and some were gifts. If a guest was staying for a few days at the farm, ("Grampa loved guests...") they might present an apron as a gift for the hospitality they were shown. Her grandmother sewed aprons for nearly every female she came across, it seems, and she was incredibly creative with embellishments: rick-rack, 'Swedish' embroidery, multi-colored crocheted trim, and appliques. She even had the ingenious idea and resourcefulness to use the squares in gingham material as a 'cross stitch' pattern.

Beverly commented, "She was always one who could take a few cents and she'd have a gift for someone. She remembered all of her sisters, all of her grandchildren...there was never a birthday or a Christmas that she didn't make sure that she had a gift for everyone."
As Beverly fondly told these stories and shared the sweet and tender memories of her grandmother's love and generosity, the 'Proverbs 31' woman came to my mind: "She looks well to the ways of her household, and does not eat the bread of idleness...her children rise up and call her blessed..." (Proverbs 31, verses 27 & 28)

Joy Richter

Grandma's Apron

by Tina Trivett

The strings were tied, it was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.

For Grandma, it was everyday to choose one when she dressed.

The simple apron that it was, you would never think about;

the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.

She may have used it to hold, some wildflowers that she'd found,

Or to hide a crying child's face, when a stranger came around.

Imagine all the little tears that were wiped with just that cloth.

Or it became a potholder to serve some chicken broth.

She probably carried kindling to stoke the kitchen fire.

To hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire.

When canning all her vegetables, it was used to wipe her brow.

You never know, she might have use it to shoo flies from the cow.

She might have carried eggs in from the chicken coop outside.

Whatever chore she used it for, she did them all with pride.

When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest.

I'm sure the apron that she chose, was her Sunday best.

I miss you Grandma...

From the Congo to the Country

2009-09-07T15:59:00.012-05:00

Kirsten Wettlaufer, the oldest of three children born to Missionary parents in the Democratic Republic of Congo-- formerly known as Zaire-- had what some of us might consider an unusual childhood and upbringing, but for her and her siblings--a younger sister and brother, and the other 'MK's (missionary kids), living life in the 'Bush' alongside the Lunda Tribe, was her 'normal'.

Her father was working in the Democratic Republic of Congo with a agricultural mission group, and her mother was a Danish missionary nurse. The couple met, and as they say, the rest is history. But what a history! Raised mostly in the southwest corner of the DRC--a grassy savanna, Kirsten's family lived with approximately eight other missionary families at a mission station. Her father taught at the missionary Ag school and her mother ran the health clinic. Their neighbors, the Lunda people, lived in mud huts with thatched roofs. French is the official language in this area, but Swahili was also spoken.

Kirsten has fond memories of days spent playing in the Bush with her younger sister--she now marvels at how they never got hurt as snakes were abundant. Pets included dogs, cats, a guinea pig, and their monkey, 'Chatterbox'. Family excursions included camping trips when Kirsten enjoyed pond fishing. Television was nonexistent..."you played until dark, and then you either read a book or went to bed." Life at the settlement was somewhat isolated from the outside world as an airplane would deliver mail only once a month. The family always had a car, but considering the poor condition of the roads, it took quite awhile to reach their destination. Kirsten remembered that while driving through neighboring villages, children would come running to see the car... "and you didn't dare stop", as stopping would have most likely resulted in a mass of arms and legs crawling all over and into the car--this having been the most exciting event of the year for those children.

At the age of five and one half, Kirsten was sent to a British boarding school in neighboring Zambia, and if someone were to lament about how difficult a walk it was for them to get to school, Kirsten's story would certainly top theirs: She would board a small plane to fly to another missionary station, be driven by car to the Zambian border where she then crossed the river by boat. Upon reaching the other side, the teachers would be waiting with a large, army-type truck to drive them the remaining hour-long ride to the elementary school. After First grade, her family returned to the United States to raise missionary funds. This would be the pattern for the rest of her childhood, with the family returning to the states once every four years, resulting in Kirsten attending school in Lincoln, and also Page, Nebraska. During her high school years, she attended an American school in Kinshasa, the capital of the DRC, graduating in 1978.

During the years the family lived in the DRC, Kirsten's father purchased many artifacts from the local people to help them out financially. Kirsten has an amazing collection of handmade items, including ceremonial masks, a heavy carved bracelet (she said the tribal women's arms would be covered in these bracelets), a bird carved out of a cow horn, a clay figure, hippo tusks, a carved wooden snake, a beautiful clay water vessel, malachite 'eggs', and a intricately woven food storage basket.

Kirsten returned to the United States to attend college and later married her husband Randy in 1980. Now living in her fraternal grandparent's house in rural Page, she and her husband are involved with raising cattle and grain production. They have four children, two grandchildren, and "one on the way". Kirsten enjoys her beautifully landscaped yard (the setting for her daughter's wedding this past summer), her horse 'Haley', and dog 'Chewy'. Interests include gardening, landscaping, refinishing furniture, quilting, and just enjoying kids and family. She states, "kids and family are extra special just because of (my) growing up away from a lot of family."

When I inquired as to whether or not she would like to return to the DRC, she said, "I'd like to go back and visit, but I like my hot water, I like my electricity."

Kirsten has just recently reconnected with former high school classmates on Facebook-- she is finding that the sharing of information over long distances is a lot faster now than it was when that mail plane made it's once-monthly visits to the mission settlement in the Democratic Republic of Congo.

Kirsten commented, "I appreciate growing up where I did. I think it's really hard for me to see people complain about things our government does, because there are places like that (DRC) where they don't put money back into the country to fix up roads, no health care, nothing. We have a lot to be thankful for."

J.R.

Posted

2009-09-02T15:47:00.009-05:00

I've never had the intention of making this a historical blog, but I'd like to chat a bit about this mural that is in the O'Neill post office. I won't go into a lot of detail, but I will suggest that if you want more information, you might have to do a bit of research on your (gasp!) own

The mural was commissioned as part of the Treasury Relief Art Project (TRAP). It is one of over a thousand murals commissioned for post offices from 1934 to 1944 under President Franklin D. Roosevelt's New Deal Arts Programs by the Treasury Department. The goal was to commission art from unemployed artists to decorate existing federal buildings and new federal buildings that were without money in their construction budget for art. This was a relief program and 90% (later 75%) of the artists on TRAP had to come from the relief rolls. (Source: above link)

Denver artist Eugene Trentham, completed this 11 x 4' oil on canvas in 1938 for the sum of $570. It is entitled, 'Baling Hay in Holt County in the Early Days.' I noticed this painting a few years ago, but I did not know how this work came about, or who the artist was.

This photo of the uncompleted front lobby was taken in 1937. The photo below shows the present day post office with the mural on the far back wall.

The next time you need to mail a package or pick up some stamps, take a moment to look up over the Post Master's door and admire the compositon, color and history of this mural.

J.R.

What's Up Ahead...

2009-09-01T21:56:00.004-05:00

I'll be hitting the road on Thursday morning to travel to Page to visit with Kirsten Wettlaufer. She grew up in the Democratic Republic of the Congo as a Missionary Kid...she says she has lots of 'artifacts'/keepsakes. We'll see!! Thanks for checking in!

A Life Well Lived

2009-08-28T16:24:00.011-05:00

Alice Page, the oldest of six children, was born on a farm three miles north of O'Neill, Nebraska on August 17, 1915. At the age of nine, she and her family moved to the Southwest Missouri town of West Plains where again, her father was engaged in farming. When Alice was twelve years of age, the family returned to O'Neill where she continued her schooling. She graduated in 1931 at the age of fifteen, the Valedictorian of her class of twenty-two students.

The career options of most women in those days would be a teacher or a secretary. Alice hadn't taken typing, so she "expected to be a teacher." At that time, a high school education was sufficient to teach school---she had completed two years of normal training and had received a third grade teaching certificate. The fall of 1931 found Alice teaching in a rural school in Atkinson, Nebraska. Things did not progress as Alice had hoped---she became ill and after recovering returned to the classroom, but there were 'discipline problems'. She knew she "was not doing a good job of teaching" and "didn't know how to manage a classroom". She wrote a letter of resignation to the school board and on March 1, 1932, she "returned home very discouraged and feeling like a failure."

She resided in the family home until the age of twenty when she was hired as a cook and went to live on a ranch north of O'Neill. "I knew how to cook, and was successful." Twenty years later, she returned to the teaching profession, and taught in various country schools around O'Neill for eighteen years. (She taught my own husband when he was in Kindergarten.)

Alice then began working for what is now North Star Services, assisting handicapped adults. She retired from this profession at the age of sixty-four in 1979. By this time, she and her mother--now a widow--had moved into O'Neill. For the next ten to eleven years, Alice was involved with Women's Aglow, a world wide Christian Women's Organization. In November of 1983, she had the opportunity to travel to Washington, D.C. during an Aglow conference. She was "so excited to go to Washington, D.C." In fact, six months earlier, she had dreamt that she was in the White House, and on this trip, that dream was fulfilled.

Her interests and hobbies are reading, "an avid reader...I read anything worthwhile that I can get my hands on," and the accordion. She acquired her first accordion in 1954, and learned how to play using the instruction booklet that accompanied it. She plays the instrument at her church, the Full Gospel Church of Ewing, Nebraska.

Alice could also be considered a 'globe trotter', as she has visited Russia fourteen times. Alice relates the following with a smile and the comment, "This is an interesting story..." In 1995 while riding to church in Ewing with the Dick Wallace family, Dick asked her, "How would you like to go to Russia?" (Wallace had been traveling to Russia with a group for a couple of years on mission trips to distribute Russian language Bibles.) Alice said, she "kind of took that (question) as an invitation, but afterwards Dick admitted that he was just trying to make conversation." Her answer? "Well, I'm almost 80 years old." She didn't think anymore about it until the next morning when she was reading her Bible. She had just started reading in Exodus about Moses and the Burning Bush. "And as I closed my Bible, I felt distinctly that the Lord said to me, "Moses was 80 years old." "And I began to pray about it, and the more I prayed, the more I knew I was supposed to go to Russia."

Her first trip was that October with the United by the Cross Ministries, headed by Dick Wallace. The first several years the group (consisting of about 5-6 individuals from the O'Neill area) would pick up Bibles in Moscow and take them to the town of Ludinovo, which is 300 miles southwest of Moscow. Their usual route has been to fly to Moscow, take the train to Bryansk, and then Russian friends would pick them up for the final forty mile trek to Ludinovo. The group has always worked in the villages surrounding this town of approximately 41,400 (2005 estimates) citizens. Other than distributing Bibles, they have also handed out medical supplies to hospitals, and gifts to children in orphanages and schools. On Sundays, they would go out in villages with Russian musicians and give their testimonies. On one occasion, when the mission group was holding an outdoor meeting in a park, a group of Russian Orthodox leaders argued with them. The Russian Orthodox community "had co-operated with the government through the Communist years and they felt like they were the only church that had the right to be in Russia."

Currently, there are three villages around Ludinovo that have active church groups. The mission team visits with pastors and churches to encourage them. "In one instance, a pastor was trying to get work started in a village and he arranged for us to have a service in the village. Some man from the village went around to all the houses and warned the people not to attend our service. The result was we had a good crowd." They have been helping a man build a church who had been a pastor in the underground church all through the Communist years. "According to Russian law, they don't recognize a group as a church unless they have a physical address." Through the generosity of givers, a log cabin has been purchased and carpenters were hired to remodel the building. On this recent trip, the progress had been revealed: wide boards were in place for flooring, plastered walls had been painted a glossy white, and there were boards for benches.

The mission group has also seen the fruits of their endeavors... a woman from one of the villages took it upon herself to begin an outreach to the homeless people who lived around a train station in Bryansk. She, along with a few helpers would provide a once weekly meal of soup and bread, do minor medical procedures such as bandaging wounds, and pass out Bibles. They suspect the open sores that many of the people suffer from are the result of the Chernobyl nuclear accident which happened nearby.

I asked Alice if she had any goals or anything she would still like to do: "There's not much left to attempt at this stage in my life...I had my 94th birthday in Russia this year...celebrated with a cake covered with cherries on top and one candle in the middle...appreciated it." Any unfulfilled dreams? "Well, I never got married." "I would have liked to have been married but it didn't work out." Overall, what would you say about your life, are you happy, content? "I gave my heart to the Lord when I was 5 and 1/2 years old. I've always loved the Lord and we've always gone to church...folks never missed church unless somebody was sick or the car wouldn't start. Been a lifetime habit with me."

Alice recently completed a written history of her family, which I have had the privilege to read...I think the final paragraph that Alice penned, beautifully sums up her perspective on life: "Our parents were always faithful in Sunday School and church attendance. Whenever the church doors were open, we were all there. And our parents set an example of Christian living---they paid tithes in the hardest of times; they were scrupulously honest, hospitable, and trusted God in all circumstances. As far as I know, all six of us children have followed their example. May we all, like them, be an example and an influence for God and for the right in this world until the trumpet of God shall sound the resurrection call."

And that is a life of service, a life well-lived.

J.R.

A Glorious Passion

2009-08-24T11:20:00.012-05:00

"God gives us a passion for something...mine's quilting."

Vickie May realized this passion at the age of eight when, along with the help of an Aunt, she taught herself how to sew. And now, this (her quilting business) is "her world".

Keith and Vickie May, high school sweethearts originally from Pierce, Nebraska, have been married since 1975. They have three children; Tracy, Jeff, and Lindsey, and three grandsons. Keith and Vickie moved to O'Neill in 1979 when Keith was transferred to Carhart Lumber Company. Currently, Keith and Vickie are employed at O'Neill Lumber LTD. Vickie, who has a background in bookkeeping and accounting, works alongside her husband at the lumber yard, keeping the books and filling in wherever and whenever needed. She states that Keith is her best friend and best supporter of her interests. They reside on a beautiful acreage north of O'Neill, where they keep their horses and enjoy the freedom and solitude of country living.

Vickie took Home Economics class in high school, and after marriage, sewed for her children, but when she took a quilting class from local resident Alice Torpin, she knew quilting was 'it'. She has been hand quilting for herself since 1983, yet she had a dream to one day have her own machine quilting business. In 2002, she and Keith began attending quilt shows, researching and looking at computerized quilting machines, and inquiring as to what particular features people did and did not like.

In preparation for starting her own business, and to assist in obtaining a business loan, Vickie completed the 'EDGE' (Enhancing, Developing, and Growing Entrepreneurs) course through the University of Nebraska at Lincoln. EDGE is a 'community-based entrepreneurial training program designed to encourage the expansion of small businesses including agricultural operations'. She found the course to be difficult, but realized that the instruction had provided her with the proper educational tools with which to open her own home-based business.

Vickie believes in 'stepping out in faith' as evidenced by many examples in her life, one of which was when she ordered her computerized quilting machine in May of 2006, before her business loan was even approved. But, "God worked it out"... the loan went through, and the machine was delivered and set up on June 15, 2006. She named her business 'Old Glory Quilting Company'----"my way of being reminded everyday of the sacrifices of our men and women in the military that have made it possible for me to pursue my dream." She adds that this business "wouldn't have been possible without the support of my family".

Vickie has named her machine 'J.R.' after Keith's mom, Joan Ruth. Vickie shared that she and Joan enjoyed fabric shopping together and Joan was one of her 'biggest supporters'. Today, a framed photo of Joan rests on a bookshelf, watching over the piecing, sewing, and quilting that transposes in Vickie's tranquil, light-filled studio.

Most of Vickie's customers are in Nebraska, but she has also filled orders from New York, West Virginia, Virginia, and Maine. People find out about her business through word of mouth and from relatives living in this area. Vickie quipped, "Thank heavens they took a chance on me". Sometimes she gets a bit anxious when her quilting orders are getting low, but (God) "has never failed to send them (quilts) when I need them".

It could be said that our lives are like a patchwork quilt...a design of events pieced and stitched together over time, and upon completion a testament of who and what we are.

Vickie May can be reached at: oldgloryquilting@hotmail.com All quilts handmade by Vickie except the 'Old Glory' wall hanging, which was made by her friend.

J.R.

Cowboy Trail

2009-08-22T16:30:00.014-05:00

The 'Cowboy Trail' has been mentioned a couple of times here in my posts so, I thought I'd invite you to join me on a little early morning 'trail walk'. Keep your house slippers on, and your coffee close at hand, as you'll just be an 'arm chair traveler' this time around...

The trail abounds with wild Sunflowers... some droop down from the weight of bees...

Older buildings from a by-gone era still stand...

Wild Rose hips... the birds love to eat them, and maybe the bunnies too? I witnessed several bunnies darting in and out of the rain soaked grasses along the trail.

O'Neill's former train depot now houses 'Circle G Western Wear', a Western clothing, boot and accessories store.

Old fashioned hay stacks... winter feed for livestock. Barn Swallows were swooping and darting in amongst the hills of hay.

An old grain elevator...

Taking a drink before she heads out to pasture...

The breeze gently tosses the clouds around, the crickets chirp in the grass, and Meadowlarks sing their prairie song...

I hope you enjoyed your scenic 'walk'... and all that 'Fresh Air'!

For more detailed information about the Cowboy Trail, click here.

J.R.

Marathon Man

2009-08-14T15:57:00.012-05:00

Dr. Jerry Brockman has been running "his whole life". As a youngster attending a country school, he would call the time and temperature operator and use her as a 'stop watch'. He would then take off running, and upon reaching school, would again dial the number, and record the exact timing of his run.

Brockman graduated from O'Neill High School, and after schooling on the west coast, he continued his education at the University of Nebraska at Lincoln, earning a degree in Dentistry. He has been practicing his profession for 33 years, the last 25 at his present office location.

A two-mile relay race in high school was Jerry's first 'official' race. As a Freshman, he breezed past his competitors --3 Seniors -- and won a medal. After high school Jerry, along with Tim French and Tim Edwards, organized the Shamrock Fun Run, a race held every year during the St. Patrick's Day celebration in O'Neill. Jerry's wife Therese Sullivan, a Registered Dental Hygienist and accomplished runner is also an award winner herself. The Shamrock Fun Run is currently sponsored by the O'Neill Rotary Club, and is now in it's 30th year. It has been recognized as the one of oldest organized runs in the state.

Inevitably, at some point in a runner's career, one may in a sense, 'bite the dust'. This low point for Jerry occurred during a triathlon in Grand Island, Nebraska in 1990. During the swimming portion of the event, he panicked and nearly drowned; "The good swimmers have their own life guards, the bad swimmers are on their own..." Fortunately, he was able to compose himself and swim to shore. However, his next 'bump in the road', was the result of "too big of a loop in his shoestring"... he finished close to last, skinned and bloody.

In the year 2000, he ran the 1/2 Marathon in the Lincoln Marathon. Most of his runs are 5 or 6.2 miles. For the last five years, he and his friends have teamed up to run one race a year out of state: Virginia Beach, Virginia was the location for the 2005 run, 2006; Big Sur, 2007; Chicago, Illinois, 2008; Boulder, Colorado, and this year's race was on Peak's Island by Portland, Maine. The lucky participants in the 2009 race were treated to a lobster fest at the end of the event!

Brockman runs all year long, actually prefering the colder months to the summer's heat. His favorite experience is covering the Cowboy Trail in the early morning hours with his two dogs, Rory and Liesl. In addition to having seen badgers, skunk, deer, wild turkey, osprey, and even Bald Eagles, his most special day along the trail was when he spied a mother otter and her five babies. Upon returning home, he was anxious to share about what he had encountered, however, that day happened to be September 11, 2001, and no one was interested in his experience.

Why O'Neill? Jerry stated, "Living in Los Angeles for four years made Holt County look like paradise." "It's (O'Neill) home. I was able to return with a profession and live in this area." He commented that we have "excellent people here". His dental practice has grown and in addition to having "great patients", he stressed that he has an "excellent dental team that works well together".

Jerry enjoys running because "It makes me feel good, and it is something I can do with my wife and dogs". He also appreciates the friendship, fellowship, and camaraderie with others who engage in this sport. As for goals... the 13 mile Deadwood Mickelson Trail in Deadwood, South Dakota is on the horizon for 2010.

J.R.

Part of the Community

2009-08-13T15:22:00.015-05:00

A community consists of various age groups, and all have something worthwhile to contribute. Our young people are the future, and it was so encouraging to visit with Nick and Jackie Humrich, the son and daughter of John and Beth Humrich of O'Neill.

Nick, age 16, remarked that home schooling (since 3rd grade) has given him the flexibility and opportunity to develop and nurture his many passions and interests. His hobbies include: juggling, rock collecting, chess, constructing huge LEGO structures, and stargazing. Through years of hard work and dedication, he was awarded the status of Eagle Scout, the highest level achievable in Scouting.

Humrich has been taking piano and acoustic guitar lessons for six years, (he is currently giving piano lessons to his first student) and occasionally joins in with the youth group band at Faith Community Church.

Nick is no 'slacker'... he's helped out with Vacation Bible School for several summers, cuts lawns, and works evenings at a local discount store. This fall, he will be taking a class at the public high school in addition to his home studies. Future plans include earning an Atmospheric Science Degree in Meteorology, hopefully at the University of Nebraska at Lincoln.

A few years ago, when Nick's achievement of Eagle Scout was acknowledged at Faith Community Church, the Assistant Pastor commented, "This young man will go far."

Jackie, age 12, and now an 8th grader, is also home schooled and enjoys it because she can work at her own pace. She is a quiet and interesting young lady who enjoys archery, gardening with her father, camping and fishing with her father and Nick, and playing the piano.

Her unique talent is the unicycle, an interest first sparked by other home schooling friends. She mastered the cycle in about 2-3 weeks, and remarked that the more she fell and got back on, the more her confidence increased. She, along with other unicyclists, ride in the local St.Patrick's Day parade every March.

Jackie is also a great dog lover and desires to be a veterinarian, possibly attending UNL for her degree.

J.R.

On Assignment

2009-08-09T17:38:00.004-05:00

Just a little clarification here.... I want to encourage everyone to check back frequently as my plan is to post two interviews a week---hopefully during the first part of the week and the latter. It takes a bit of time for the interview, taking the photos, writing the story, and transferring, cropping and choosing photos. I have a list of possible contacts and stories, and my contacts, in turn, give me names, so I'm thinking the sky's the limit on what I can cover here... I have some interesting people and subjects to cover in the future, so stop back by for some Fresh Air Life!

J.R.

Natural Care

2009-08-05T14:41:00.013-05:00

There is such a sense of peace and calmness surrounding Melodie Tompkins' home, that I believe it overflows into her hand made natural skin care and body products. The day I visited, pet hens 'Baby' and 'Penny' strolled around the grassy yard searching for bugs, the air was rain-fresh clean, and the sky was filled with sunshine and cottony white clouds. I felt as if I had escaped to a place of solitude and rest.

Melodie and her husband Eric, along with their five children, are fairly recent transplants from Tucson, Arizona, having moved to rural Page, Nebraska about six years ago. Eric works with his father in their insurance business. Melodie, who besides having a degree in literature and loves to read, is a work at home mother who in addition to home schooling her children, has an interest in using plant materials and ingredients from her pantry to create body scrubs, dry shampoos, soaps, lip balms, face scrubs, healing salves, and 'bug bars'.

About six years ago, while still living in Tucson, Tompkins began experimenting with recipes found on line and in books to use in creating her skin care products. In addition to ordering many of her natural bases and additives such as bees wax and essential oils from on-line, she also grows her own sage and mallow. If a particular recipe happens to call for oats, she will simply reach for a container from her own kitchen food pantry.

Tompkins enjoys learning about plants that the Native Americans and the Pioneers used for their natural healing properties, such as aloe, and Plantain, a small herb that is often considered a lawn weed. One of her most favorite books on the subject is, 'Weeds of Nebraska and the Great Plains', published by the Nebraska Department of Agriculture, which she has nearly 'devoured'. She praises the healing properties of the Plantain plant which is used in making her salve with dried calendula, vitamin E, and a natural beeswax base. She spoke of using this salve on a horse's open wound, with the results being the closing and quick healing of the injury. She also used it on their dog when he was hit by a car. His skin on one leg had been peeled back, and this salve dramatically enhanced the healing process. She says, "This is an all-purpose skin healer."

While I interviewed Melodie, she pulled a small grinder from her kitchen cabinet and proceeded to mix a recipe for for her face scrub: oats, dried chamomile, and ground sage, to which she added a few drops of oil to hold the mixture together. This would be placed in the palm of one's hand, and then rubbed on the face with a washcloth and then rinsed off.

Her soaps are made of all natural bases and additives. Her lip balms have a bees wax base and one can choose from various scents; lemon, peppermint, rose, pineapple, etc. The dry shampoo ingredients are oats, baking soda, and chamomile or lavender flowers. Body scrubs are made of coconut oil, scents, and granulated sugar or Dead Sea Salt (which has more nutrients than table salt) as an exfoliant. Tompkins says, "Our skin needs the nutrients just as much as our insides do." 'Bug bars' contain lemon eucalyptus and citronella and resemble soap bars. One would just rub the bar on their skin to ward off mosquitoes and biting bugs. She says, "I like to process the ingredients as little as possible because it retains more of the nutrient value. What you put on your skin is just as important as the foods we eat." She adds, "The less it's been tampered with, the better."

Her children assist with the home-based business by making the container labels on the computer and helping with the soap molds. Melodie enjoys selling her products to family and friends and giving them as gifts. She also has a few items on display in her husband's insurance office in O'Neill.

Melodie spoke of the difference between the culture in Tucson and here... "Most people who live here, have parents and grandparents here, so there are roots in the area." "There is a sense of community and being a neighbor... people go out of their way to help the people around them." She appreciates having her children "grow up in a place that's safe and very real, and the children in turn, feel neighborly." She says she "loves this area." "I like the slow life and the agricultural community."

Community. That's what we're all about.

J.R.

A Doggone Good Destination!

2009-08-03T12:12:00.009-05:00

'They' had their doubts... A town with a population of 333 people, off the not so beaten path (Highway 281), wouldn't seem like the most lucrative location to open an antique store, but Jarrel and Nancy Winings had the 'build it and they will come' mentality, and the result is, "now it's bringing people here."

Chambers, Nebraska's own resident fireball, her husband Jarrel who works alongside her, and son Chris, have turned a once small, in-home business into a destination for people who "are opting to seek out smaller towns." 'Doggone Good Antiques & More' is the draw.

In the year 2000, Nancy opened the store in the basement of her home on the ranch where she, Jarrel, and Chris live. The store began as a much needed office for the 'Winings Guest House' which resides on their property. Guests were now able to stop in and settle up their account, and Nancy, a very sharp businesswoman who was already a seasoned Watkins dealer, decided to start picking up a few antiques and collectibles here and there for her store. This venture gave her guests a little something extra to look at and do. Nancy chose the name, 'Doggone Good Antique Store' because she thought it was a good rural name and her guests where greeted by four happy dogs.

The store was becoming so successful that more room was needed for display, so in 2007, the Winings bought the old American Legion Building in Chambers and moved their antique business into town. Nancy says she wanted "to take a regular antique store and make it unique". Her individuality is reflected in the first thing a potential customer sees...her building is painted a dramatic purple color. Her talents really play out in the choice of upholstery material she uses on otherwise traditional styles of furniture, and her creative displays inside the shop. Nancy enjoys the variety of projects she does; upholstery (a sewing skill transferred from her college days when she ran a business out of her dorm room designing, sewing, and selling Western style shirts), framing, display, and buying and selling. She says she is doing everything she likes to do, plus she is meeting very interesting people.

Nancy stresses that she and Jarrel "do this business together." In addition to his ranching activities and driving a school bus, both of them attend auctions together where Jarrel purchases those items that have potential ("furniture is a big thing"). He cleans up the items by sandblasting or power washing, and then brings them in for Nancy to add the finishing touches. He also runs the store while Nancy is riding the speaker circuit for Stonecroft Ministries, a non-denominational, world-wide ministry that seeks to reach the un-churched.

A real treat for store customers is 'Ace' the resident greeter. Winings says "Ace runs the store." "He breaks the ice and entertains kids with his funny antics. He can sing, whisper, talk normal, sit up and squat down. He seems to know that this is his job and he loves to come to work." In fact, it "hurts his feelings when he doesn't get to." Winings recounted the story that one day she told Ace he had to stay home, and when she got in the car to leave for work, there he was in the seat next to her. She has no idea how he slipped in unseen by her.

In February of this year, Jarrel and Nancy started their own 'Doggone Good Road Show', bringing in three appraisers from Omaha, who did over 350 appraisals in two days. They are planning another event in February of 2010.

Knowledge of the store is discovered from their brochures that go nationwide and their website, http://www.winingsnebraska.com/. She said customers come in her store and find out about the guest house, or they stay at the guest house and hear about the store.

What's in the future for these entrepreneurs? Nancy says she "has all kinds of ideas---if God allows."

Ace is keeping an eye out for customers...

J.R.

Carving Out a Legacy

2009-07-22T14:49:00.013-05:00

Jim Johnston has always had an interest in and an aptitude for art. He takes great pleasure in working with wood and with his hands, not only carving and painting birds and models of their environment, but also enjoying the craftsmanship involved in building Mandolins and the artistic aspect of designing the instruments and adding decorative inlays.

Johnston was born in Osceola, NE, moved to O'Neill in 1963, graduated from O'Neill High School in 1968, and is employed by Car Quest.

Jim began carving around 1976. By 1994, he was entering state level competitive carving shows in Iowa, Nebraska, Minnesota, and Montana, wining many blue ribbons in various class levels. Jim is mostly self-taught, but has also studied books and the work and techniques of other wood carvers---however, he does acknowledge that his talent is God-given. He states that "the downside of being self-taught is it's trial and error", however this way, "one can develop their own style." He has had the privilege of attending a weekend seminar in Iowa taught by Bob Guge, who is a world champion bird carver, although Jim admitted that his primary reason for attending was to "learn the painting skills." Jim's goal and dream is to one day enter a carved piece in the Wood Carving World Competition in Salsbury, Maryland.

A few years ago, Jim was on a trout fishing expedition in Montana, and really not having much success. He was becoming quite frustrated and decided to sit down on a log and take a little 'time out'. As he sat, a Western Tanager landed next to him, close enough that Jim could have reached out and touched it. Jim felt that this was God's way of saying, 'chill out'. That experience provided the inspiration for the carving of his piece entitled, 'Respite on the Boulder'.

Curly Maple, European Spruce, and Ebony from Africa are the woods Jim has used in the construction of his standard, blue-grass type, Florentine style mandolin. Mother of Pearl is inlaid in the peg head, and abalone shell is inlaid in the fingerboard. This hand-built mandolin is "easily in the thousand dollar class". Naturally, with more inlay and the use of top quality wood, the price would increase.

I asked, "Would you rather build mandolins or carve birds?" Jim answered, "Both." As for the mandolins, he says he "enjoys the challenge of building them." "It's neat to make your own music on an instrument you built." He adds, "I build them better than I play them...hopefully the next one won't have as many wrong notes on it."

Jim is an incredibly talented individual. My photos do not do justice to his creations; one would need to view them in person to fully appreciate the extraordinary quality of his work. O'Neill is currently raising funds for a community center, and in this writer's opinion, I think it would be an honor for our citizens to have a special display of Jim's work in a prominent location in the finished project. What better way to represent 'community' than to include 'one of our own'?

J.R.

Welcome!

2009-07-17T14:29:00.013-05:00

It's always great to see new faces in town, and summertime is the season for tourists and visitors...

O'Neill is currently being explored by a wonderful family who have driven all the way from their home in Fairfield, CA... Steve and Vivian Linder and their four sons, Everest, Calvin, Trevor, and Stevenson (ages 17, 15, 13, and 7), along with Vivian's mother, Maru Barhart (a resident of Vacaville, CA), have been visiting relatives for the past week, and were gracious enough to spend a few moments with me to share their thoughts and ideas about our town and even a suggestion or two.

Steve, (who originally hails from Minnesota), is a Chemical Engineer specializing in water treatment with boilers and cooling towers. Vivian is a sales representative for a clothing line and a fitness instructor. Steve (who returned to California early for his job and is not in the photo) commented that O'Neill reminded him of the small town he grew up in.

From all accounts, it sounds as if they are enjoying the activities O'Neill and the surrounding area has to offer... The 'Tanking Trip' on the Cedar River out of Atkinson seemed to be at the top of their list, with Stevenson commenting on the frogs and turtles he spotted. Maru also expressed enthusiasm for the experience.

They were especially intent on taking in the Summerfest activities, enjoying the sidewalk sales and rodeo, although Calvin was a bit disappointed that the Mud Drags had been cancelled... The Cowboy Trail is another hit, as they had brought their bikes with them and have been making use of this scenic path. Vivian commented that in past visits, they had visited Ash Falls and everyone raved over the delicious and generous helpings at Green Gables Restaurant in nearby Orchard.

When I asked what was different about our town as opposed to theirs, the entire family commented positively on the grocery store carry-out courtesy, our volunteer fire department, no traffic, how no one seems to be in a real hurry, everyone waves (even going down the road) and seems to know each other. Vivian suggested a full scale farmer's market similar to what she has experienced in her town--she says it becomes an event with blocked off streets and even a live band.

As I see various family members walking or biking through town, they seem to be enjoying our little corner of the world...and we're happy to have them here!

J.R.

'Eggstra! Eggstra! Read All About It!'

2009-07-16T16:03:00.012-05:00

When Brian Katzor and Brooke (his wife) first met on line in the year 2000, he made it perfectly clear that there would be 'no pretense'; he's a man who doesn't pretend to be anything other than what he is---decent, trustworthy, quiet, honest, and down to earth.

Brian was born in San Paulo, Brazil to missionary parents. He speaks fluent Portuguese (his voice still has a trace of an accent) having lived in Brazil up until the age of 15, when he moved to Ohio to live with his maternal grandparents. After graduating from Hesston College in Kansas, a two year college of The Mennonite Church USA, he moved north of O'Neill to live with his fraternal grandparents who raised chickens---and that is how Brian came to know and understand the business of selling eggs.

Brian and Brooke (married for 8 years) and their three children (Nathan age 7, Kaleb age 5, and Zoe age 3) live in a secluded , peaceful country setting where colorful Sweet Pea flowers grow tangled in the fences, clucking chickens dart in and out of thick tree growth, and the children run barefoot, happy and free. Upon arriving at their home, I was reminded of how completely different it is living in the country--one can feel as if they have stepped into another world.

'California Whites' (white shelled eggs), 'Gold Stars' (brown shells), and 'Americana' (light green shells) are the three breeds raised on this family farm...and just for the record, a brown shelled egg is no healthier than a white shelled. When I asked how many chickens he has, Brian replied, "I don't keep a head count...", but he estimates the number between three to four hundred. These are 'free range' chickens in the sense that they are outside, but they are contained in pens during the day and a hen house at night for protection from raccoons.

A good laying hen will produce one egg a day, and with nearly 400 chickens, Brain is able to keep up with his steady customers; a local supermarket's in-house bakery (their goods are outstanding), a restaurant, and regular customers around the area wanting those good tasting, bright yellow-yolked country eggs for their own eating and baking needs. Brian commented, "All environmental challenges affect egg production." If the temperature drops, egg production goes down. To offset winter's lull in egg production, the hens are provided with 14 hours of electric light per day. "Lights make a huge difference." Brian sells his eggs within 7-10 days of laying, but I was surprised to learn that an un-refrigerated egg will 'keep' for nearly 30 days if the air temperature does not rise above 80 degrees, although, an egg with a weak shell would spoil sooner.

Brian says factors such as the price of corn (he purchases it once a year), and even our current economic situation has effected his business, but raising chickens and selling eggs is something he has always done and will continue to do. He does it simply because he 'likes it'.

J.R.

She 'Speaks' a Universal Language

2009-07-14T13:01:00.012-05:00

'Mesmerized' is the word Heather Jergensmeier uses when she describes the feeling she had upon first seeing a Middle Eastern Dance performance.

Heather grew up in O'Neill, but as a young child, her world became 'deliciously' broadened by her travels with her father who delivered bulk health foods to communes and restaurants throughout the United States and Mexico. It was at these locations that she first became aware of the beauty and mystery of the dance she refers to as "an expression of your soul"..."a universal language". She explains that one can be anywhere in the world, and communicate through this dance despite the language barriers.

When I first met Heather, I could sense that this was a woman who was unique and interesting. She has her own sense of style which is reflected in her dress, jewelry, and presence. The home she shares with her husband and two children, is decorated in warm, spicy colors with exotic elements that convey a Middle Eastern atmosphere --- imagine a mysterious Moroccan setting with luxurious fabrics and strange sights and fragrances, and Heather would very comfortably be in her element!

Her dancing skills are a combination of self-taught, and what she has gleaned and learned from other dancers in her travels. She has also studied under the Zafira Dance Company based in Pittsburgh, PA, that has traveled in India and lived and studied with the Gypsies, and Fat Chance Belly Dance from San Fransisco, CA, who are known for their American Tribal style of dance. The different styles of dancing --- more commonly referred to as 'Belly Dance', are: Egyptian, Turkish, Arabian, and World Fusion which is Tribal mixed with Tango and other dance styles.

An equally important element of this mode of dance, are the beautiful fabrics and beaded and shiny adornments that are worn and displayed by the performer. Heather created a hand-embroidered belt and a hand-beaded costume top as part of her striking outfit.

Dancing is part of who and what Heather is...she calls it her "oasis in the middle of the dessert". She states, "I'm the type of person who decides to make the best of wherever I am living...I bring my love of culture wherever I go." She emphasizes that this style of dance helps women build confidence, self-esteem, and is a great toning exercise. She herself has performed for wedding celebrations, and at various conferences and ethnic festivals in Kansas, and Lincoln, NE. She has been teaching for six years, and currently instructs a class (which includes balancing an actual curved sword on her head) here in O'Neill two nights a week.

After observing a class performance, I was impressed by Heather's skill and the gracefulness and sense of intrigue this dance conveys. I admire Heather for her dedication in learning and practicing, and sharing her art --- we are fortunate to have her in our community.

J.R.

Photo credits: Full costume shots by Heather Jergensmeier.

In the Carpenter's Hands

2009-07-10T11:34:00.009-05:00

Steve Randolph could be viewed as the 'whole package'... The combination of his varied skills, talents and gifts has brought him to where he is and what he is today. Throw in a great personality, and his ability to work with others in a caring way, and I'd say you have a citizen that any town would be proud to claim.

Holt County (Atkinson/Chambers/O'Neill) has been home to Steve for 40 years. After graduating from Chambers High School, he found work as a ranch hand training horses, then deciding to continue his education at horseshoeing school in Oklahoma City, OK. After completing his training, he returned to the area to work his trade. He and his wife Anne Michele, along with their two sons, Matt, age18 and Clay, age 16, now make their home here in O'Neill.

Randolph is from a farming/ranching background, having had experience training and breaking horses, and working with cattle. He says he knows "nothing about living in a city", and that is just one of the many reasons he feels more comfortable in a rural area.

Steve has been on staff as Associate Pastor with Faith Community Church for three and one-half years. As an added perk to that position, you'll find that he's a well-rounded man with interests in hunting, art, drawing, building construction, writing and singing music, playing his guitar and his 5-plus years of experience in furniture building. Steve says, "God has allowed me to combine all these interests and skills for the body of Christ."

Steve sees a correlation between his furniture materials and construction, and the way that God can take a person and shape them into something that reflects His beauty. Steve says, "God takes us the way we are; with all our flaws, imperfections, and perhaps a sense of worthlessness. The world may not see our potential, but God sees so much more..." "He sees what we can become, not what we are now." "We might be like some of the horses I have worked with; dirty, unkempt, a bad attitude, but God can take those unappealing aspects and change us into a beautiful creation."

Cottonwood, cedar, pine and oak are the woods Steve uses for his creations, preferring to mix several different woods in one piece---in fact, he feels that adds to the character. Old corral boards were used for this storage cabinet, and hand crafted cedar serves as door handles.

As a 'nod to Steve's love of his family and background, he applies his Grandfather's brand to the back or underside of each piece.

In reference to needing a particular piece of furniture, Steve states, "If I can't make it, I don't buy it." He's also a businessman when it comes to marketing; he offers his work through http://www.ccnebraska.com/. Click on the 'Rustic Creations' button.

When asked "Why O'Neill?", Steve replied, 'It's just home." "I enjoy the wide open spaces, the rural community where people are associated with agriculture...it's a friendly place with friendly people." He adds, "We're kind of like a big family. If we're out of town and see a '36' county license plate, we think, 'family'!"

J.R.

Purple Martin Territory

2009-07-06T12:32:00.002-05:00

He may be a mild-mannered UPS driver during the day, but this hometown fellow's passion is being a Purple Martin Landlord. He's on a mission to educate and inform others as to the enjoyment of providing a sanctuary for these unique birds.

Dick Wallace was born and raised in Papillion, NE, graduating from the University of Nebraska at Lincoln in 1977. He moved to O'Neill that year, farming until 1984 when he became employed by United Parcel Service.

Wallace first became interested in Purple Martins while still living in Papillion. He said his parents tried unsuccessfully for years to attract the birds, and since he "loves a good challenge", he first decided to try his hand at attracting them in 1992. It took five frustrating years before two pair finally took up residence in his backyard, as Dick informed me that the birds have to come from an already established colony. At present, Dick has 24 gourds (for nesting) and one Purple Martin house. He also has helped approximately eight other town residents install plastic nesting gourds in their yards and jump started residents in six surrounding towns with their own Purple Martin nesting sites.

Purple Martins winter over in Brazil and their migration progress in the spring is avidly followed by enthusiasts who log onto www.purplemartin.org/scoutreport . Maps record sightings as the birds migrate northward to the previous year's nesting sites. Generally, the Purple Martins arrive in our area around April 1st. After the breeding, hatching and fledging is complete, the birds meet up with other area groups with a final departure by September 15. They do not nest in Brazil, rather that time is spent for molting.

Wallace frequently lowers the houses for inspection and to aid in his record keeping. He records the sex of the birds, what gourd they are in, number of eggs and how many successfully hatched, sex of babies, etc.

Tracking numbers on each bird's leg band enables researchers to track migration patterns.

We marveled at the ingenuity of the nesting material. Wallace provides the straw, and the birds line the nests with these fresh, green leaves. Experts believe the leaves aid in keeping the egg shells moist. Below: Female with newly hatched babies.

I asked Wallace, "Why Purple Martins?" He wasn't quite sure how to describe his admiration for the birds, but he said, "I am intrigued by their migration patterns---how they fly all the way up here from Brazil; they are graceful, soothing, and calming." "I enjoy just sitting and watching them."

And the final question: Why O'Neill? Wallace says we have a 'community atmosphere' here. "Everyone knows everybody, people wave, and the New Year's baby is born in July..." He said he "wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of city life" and this town has a "more laid back, more friendly atmosphere." He feels that there are lots of opportunities here for employment--"not a six-figure income, but jobs that will put food on the table."

J.R.