My Time as an Irvine Park Resident By Patricia Kester

My Time as an Irvine Park Resident By Patricia Kester

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...
I’ve Been Working on the Railroad By Deborah Cooper

I’ve Been Working on the Railroad By Deborah Cooper

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

Wiigwaasabak By Marcie Rendon

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

More Champagne? by Will Tinkham

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...