The Nester and His Barbed Wire Fence
In an unlikely turn of events, a poem by an Englishwoman about a soldier in the French Foreign...
Eureka! Found it. Lately I’ve been looking into the origins of all the old standard folksongs of...
“As Henry stepped out of the door, he noticed a peculiar cloud in the west, too light in color to...
If I use the word “pastoralism,” it’s usually misunderstood. People think I’m talking about...
A week ago I confessed to being an unabashed academic, and I’ll tell you what’s more: I work in...
If you’re a regular listener to Plains Folk , then you know you’re dealing with a farm boy. I’m...
All over the Great Plains the figure of the “old settler” emerged as an object of celebration....
The Transformation of “Home on the Range”
One evening in April 1933, in Crosby, in the northwest corner pocket of North Dakota, a...
Being a professional historian, an inveterate traveler, and an ardent exponent of life on the...
The self-taught engineering genius behind the construction of the Northern Pacific Railroad...
The life and works of Theodore Roosevelt, which North Dakotans are determined to memorialize in...
Everyone says they are zoomed out on videoconferencing, but there can be good experiences with...
In recent writings I’ve been reminiscing about my quest, in 1997, for the historic ranch site of...
The Cave Hills are a pair of broad buttes standing sandstone-capped and pine-bedecked in Harding...
One of my regrets about this time of pandemic is the lost opportunity for travel. I miss the...
Songcatcher is the title of a year 2000 film recently viewed at our house on Willow Creek. It...
I do not think we will see them this year--the Julebukkers, I mean--not only because of the...
Since I’ve given in to my folkie roots and returned to active public performance, focusing on the...
"Wheat will win the war!" / "Plant wheat . . ." / "Plant the cattle ranges ... " / Plant your...
The pantry in our place on Willow Creek has an eight-foot shelf devoted to nothing but flours:...
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