In the Summer of 1958 By Al Kozak When my friend Mert Lawwill and I finished our junior years at Boise High School in 1958, we dreamed about the fun we’d have that summer. For Mert, fun was
By John Hiler Bruneau, summertime. The tiger lilies in bloom. In Uncle Wid’s front yard, evening would be coming on and I’d hear a horse walking up the road. An old buckaroo would tie it off to the
The Skier and the Moll By K. John Morrow, Jr. Where I grew up, in the small mining town of Wallace in the Idaho panhandle, kids learned to ski at an early age. My instructor was an Austrian
Amid Sandpoint Hippies By Steve Bunk In 1978, I moved to Sandpoint for a while and shared a property with a couple who had descended upon the hippie concept like politicians on babies. Conversely, I regarded the decade-long
A Child’s Silver Valley By Jessica E. Johnson In her new book, Mettlework: A Mining Daughter on Making Home, the author recounts the challenges of being raised in mining towns around the West, including those of Idaho’s Silver
Following the Rules By Gary Oberbillig I have never experienced a greater sense of redemption than on a day when I was six years old, lost in fantasy, creeping along a shady trail near McCall. I carried a
And a Produce War By John M. Larsen In 1952, when polka music was popular, four of us Marsing High School Band members started the Achtung German Band, which consisted of Bud Shields on clarinet, Cecil Horrace on
On the Road to Burley By Wayne Fuller On a dark night in September 1950, I was driving on U. S. Highway 30 about three miles from Burley when a pair of headlights suddenly appeared in my lane,
They Make You Think By John M. Larsen My first car, a 1930 Ford Cabriolet Convertible, started life as a two-door sedan. I acquired it in 1951 because of a coal bill. At our house in Marsing, when
Memories of World War II By Juanita Bray This story and “A Tyke in Wartime,” by John M. Larsen, also in this issue, are reminiscences of Idaho during World War II when these two authors, who married in
