Long Time Gone
The nature of a town is frequently born in the past, for the past is the best predictor of the present. And stories—those stories the town chooses to tell and, once told, chooses to remember—reveal more about what lies at the heart of things than almost anything else.
As restrictions from the COVIC-19 pandemic have required parents to homeschool their children, it’s natural to reflect on the role schools—and, more specifically, schoolhouses—played in the history of the High Plains. Often the first building constructed in the small communities that sprung to life in the late 1800s and early 1900s, schoolhouses often served a multitude of purposes from the meeting hall and polling place to the location of the widely attended dances held every weekend.
This week we continue our series that takes a look at the immense impact the railroad had on all the towns in Kiowa County. Now that the railroad is back in operation, we wanted to give our readers a clear picture on how the towns in Kiowa County popped up and ultimately developed.
This week we continue to take a look at the immense impact the railroad had on all the towns in Kiowa County. Now that the railroad is back in operation, we wanted to give our readers a clear picture on how the towns in Kiowa County popped up and ultimately developed.
Last week we took a look at the immense impact the railroad had on all the towns in Kiowa County. Now that the railroad is back in operation, we wanted to give our readers a clear picture on how the towns in Kiowa County popped up and ultimately developed.
The annual Rose Parade in Pasadena, CA is one of the most iconic and long-running traditions our country looks forward to each year. Who hasn’t awoken on New Year’s Day, maybe after a night of celebrating a little too much, and turned on the TV to watch the Rose Parade? There’s just something impressive about the thought of thousands of flowers woven together in an intricate and large design that illustrates the amazing imaginations of the people who dream up these multi-colored and multi-dimensional floats.
There’s something about old buildings that make them distinctly different from those recently built. Of course, there are the obvious reasons; architecture and style, the type and age of the materials, even the sounds the building makes can certainly provide the reason for what makes old so different from new.
There are scores of people who are infinitely more qualified than I am to write an article about Ruthanna Jacobs. I never had the opportunity to meet her or to to hear the way she spoke or to see how she greeted people on the street or any of those singular moments that, when assembled together, paint a portrait of a person in the mind of another.
There is no telling how a man named Percy R. Devereaux ended up on the High Plains of Colorado in the small town of Eads, which had only been actually an official town for 20 years when Percy arrived in the year 1909.
As more and more of the veterans of World War II fade into history, it becomes increasingly important to be cognizant of, and grateful for, the extraordinary things these soldiers accomplished in battling—and being victorious over—forces led by perhaps one of the most evil men to have walked this planet in modern history.
Last Friday, a member of our community passed away at the age of 95. When viewed from a distance, the loss of someone so elderly should not come as a surprise.
In the midst of elections—both those that have just passed and those looming on the horizon—and investigations and legislation and political partisanship that has us at each other’s throats, there are, nonetheless, times and events that call upon us to just stop and look and think and reflect on what’s happening around us. These events remind us that we, no matter where we are, are not the center of all that matters just as we, no matter our age, are not the only generation that has ever lived.