My Second Grade Teacher

My Second Grade Teacher

I was seven years old, in second grade, and tired on a daily basis. Most mornings I arrived at Highland Elementary School after limited sleep. I was robbed of sleep by bouts of eczema, an inflammatory condition of the skin. Rashes covered my skin, and in the middle of...
Do We Remember . . . the North Central Voters League?

Do We Remember . . . the North Central Voters League?

  The “sizzling sixties” stands out as one of the most dramatic seachanging decades in the annals of American political and social history. Not since the end of the Civil War and Reconstruction has the nation seen such a massive social transformation. Nearly...
The Good Ole Days All Over Again

The Good Ole Days All Over Again

Hi there! Everyone talks about the good old days—how they used to be—what a difference from today. Remember when gas was 25¢ a gallon? And cigarettes 26¢ a box with a 1¢ tax? Wow! But of course young teens didn’t smoke. Before I forget: White Castles were 12¢. A...
Fire on Pig’s Eye Island

Fire on Pig’s Eye Island

Pig’s Eye Island owes its name to a nineteenth- century trader, Pig’s Eye Parrant, who sold liquor and guns along the Mississippi’s watery highway. The nearby settlers took his name for their growing town until they decided the more mundane sobriquet Saint Paul might...