My Time as an Irvine Park Resident By Patricia Kester My family once lived in Irvine Park, a community that was developed in the mid-nineteenth century by some of Saint Paul’s most influential families. It was an era of horse-drawn carriages, magnificent houses, and...
Memories of a Boy Becoming a Man By Robert Tilsen as interviewed by Noah Tilsen I was born in January 1925. My father and mother, Edward and Esther Tilsen, thought it would be too difficult to get a doctor in the middle of winter in New Leipzig, North Dakota, so my...
I’ve Been Working on the Railroad By Deborah Cooper AT ELEVEN YEARS OLD, my dad, Jack, came to a bitterly cold Saint Paul. His stepfather had been appointed pastor of St. James AME Church, on the corner of Dale Street North and Central Avenue West. It was 1935, and...
Wiigwaasabak By Marcie Rendon Our ancestors dreamt your future The iron rail, Angus cows slumbering in shorn prairieThe buffalo remembered only on the metalThat buys and sells on the grain exchange There are those moments at the Mississippi when a breezeThrough the...
More Champagne? By Will Tinkham Her orphanage sat innocently in the middle of Washington Street, just above the Upper Landing docks of the Mississippi, with the Bucket of Blood Saloon at one end of the block and this brothel at the other. Brinda rapped the front door...
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