Growing Up in Kellogg, Part One By John Vivian This is the first installment in an occasional series about John Vivian’s childhood experiences in Kellogg in the 1950s-‘60s. Roughly a decade ago, he emailed his reminiscences to friends
A Christmas Flood on Pine Creek By Jim Shubert Photos Courtesy of Jim Shubert Gusty winds and sleet pelted our faces as we leaned forward to climb the steep slope through heavy, wet snow. My brother Phil and
The Curb Ditch Project By Max Jenkins In the spring of 1958, I finished my sophomore year in pharmacy at Idaho State College in Pocatello and returned to my folks’ home on the south side of Grangeville. A
Good at Everything Story and photos by Max Jenkins “They’re a fantastic dance team,” people kept saying. I wasn’t the jealous type, but it was hard not to be a little worried. This was in the 1950s at
An Unstoppable Little Brother By Karlene Bayok Edwards Photos courtesy of the author Ronny must have been almost four when he followed our dog Pete into the woods. We lived on a hill outside McCall and much of
A Weekly Paper in the Good Old Days By Larry Burke Photos courtesy of the author Today it is an outdoor patio adjacent to a popular bar and restaurant in Hailey’s Main Street business district, a seldom-used space
Private or Public Potatoes? By Max Jenkins Photos Courtesy of Max Jenkins On a Saturday morning early in 1950, as I dusted the new cars in the Jordan Motors showroom, a big black vehicle pulled up and parked
An Idaho Day Celebration By Linden B. Bateman During a thirty-seven-year career as a history teacher, I constantly searched for class projects that could bring the past to life—things that went beyond just reading a textbook. And so it
Uncle Sam Calls a Six-Year-Old By Ed Marohn Photos courtesy of Ed Marohn I stared at the framed certificate hanging on the wall with the other mounted items in my office—a sunny windowed room in our empty-nester home
A Call to Yesteryear By Julie Conrad Photos courtesy of Julie Conrad Smelling the sweet scent of overripe huckleberries, I ditch my car and walk along the lane where our old cabin still stands, although our family doesn’t
