Another Day at the Ourada Ranch Story and Photos by Amy Story Larson Return visits, when you feel welcomed enough at a place to go back, are the best. My SUV rolled past Dry Creek Cemetery and through
A Transgender Woman Describes Her Struggle By Sophia A. Franklin Three years ago, a young man with a sweet face and curly hair sat next to me in a Boise bar. We were mere acquaintances at the time
The Ground Squirrel’s Scourge Story and Photos by F.A. Loomis I recall my grandfather, a founder of a farm cooperative in Valley County called the Gold Fork Irrigation Company and a ditch rider in the 1920s, telling me
A Defender of the Wild By John Davidson I met Stacy Gebhards in the summer of 1981, when his daughter, Sandy, and I worked together at a small pub in Old Boise. I’d been invited on a float
Homage to a Medical Couple By F.A. Loomis A dog-eared supply of magazines (Good Housekeeping, Boy’s Life, Saturday Evening Post, Readers’ Digest) decorated a glass coffee table and bookshelves, a gurgling aquarium featured angelfish and goldfish, checkerboard linoleum
A Once-Famous Idaho Artist Undergoes a Revival By Teddy Khteian-Keeton Photos from The Life and Art of Archie Teater, by Lester D. Taylor Before the death in 1981 of Patricia Teater, wife of the late Idaho artist Archie
My friend Diane Mercer was a little bit of a thing, a petite bundle of energy and know-how, as busy as a hummingbird. From the time she took up residence in my hometown of Priest River in 1986 until she died twenty-eight years later, the projects and activities she took on for the betterment of the community, while also operating a business of her own, were truly amazing. Continue reading
While working recently on a book about the history of cinema in Montana, I came across Polly Bemis, a Chinese-American pioneer who lived in Idaho in the late 19th and early 20th Centuries. Continue reading
A few summers ago, I rented an SUV and made arrangements to spend five days in Idaho on a work assignment. The second-to-last stop on my trip would be with Jerry Van Amburg, and after a couple of enthusiastic calls between us, I got the niggling feeling that his story would make the whole trip. Continue reading
As it happened, I was working as an assistant at the public library in Cocoa, Florida, the summer of 1961 when, on the morning of July 2, Ernest Hemingway took up his prized shotgun in Ketchum and, as a buddy informed me, “blew his head off.” Continue reading
