South Dakota
Mayberry – Small-Town Midwest America
I grew up in Mayberry. Not really, of course. But Yankton, South Dakota was about as close to Mayberry as you could get in the middle of last century. It may still be. None of that is to say that growing up there gave one an advantage. What life has shown me since is my…
Read MoreDuck Hunting was a Weekend Pursuit When I Was a Boy
#hunting #duck hunting #pheasants #shotgun Hunting ducks always comes to mind as the autumn season deepens. My dad was an avid hunter. He could not wait until my brother and I became old enough to accompany him on his weekend excursions into the South Dakota countryside to hunt ducks and pheasants. I remember going with…
Read MoreTeaching Was a Year Round Vocation in Small Town Mid-America
#teaching #Yankton #littleleaguebaseball #highschool Teaching was my vocation of choice. Upon entering college, I initially chose business administration as a major. Somehow I imagined a career where I would rise to become a captain of industry. Never mind that there were no major companies in my hometown of Yankton, SD to give me any inkling…
Read MoreApril 6 is My Mother’s Birthday, My Tribute to her: Ileen Carlon Hohn
#birthday #mother #lawrencewelk April 6 is my mother’s birthday. She died in January, 1985 after struggling with breast cancer for several months. I loved my mother. I can’t say that I always understood her. She had difficulty making herself understood to others. I think, in fact, that she had difficulty making herself understood to herself…
Read MoreApril 6, Marks My Mom’s Birthday. I Remember Mother in Poetry.
My mother was born on April 6, 1904. She died in January 1985. She is often a subject in my poetry. For the post today, I am featuring two poems about her as a commemorative. The first is a memory piece. My brother and I had slept in an upstairs bedroom in our home. The…
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