Out of the group of songs that sprang from what is called the great migration of the mid-19th century was one called, “Sweet Betsy from Pike.”
For some years I have wonder why we no longer say “thee” and “thou” and the other day I found the answer, of all places, on the Internet.
There is a saying, probably several centuries old, “hell hath no fury greater than a woman scorned.”
We have said before that change is constant and certainly in our lifetimes we have seen prime examples of this.
One of my late husband Glen’s favorite places to roam around by car was an area known as the South Half, a large area across the Okanogan River on the Colville Indian Reservation occupied largely by ranches.
During winter we get hungry for color; flowers are most welcome
Have you ever noticed what a role color plays in our lives?
Story illustrates there’s more than meets the eye
There is a story that came out of the Civil War – a not-young woman had attached herself to an infantry unit.
Consider pythons and poinsettias
One of the things about the balance of nature is that we have interfered with it so much that in places it isn’t there any more.
The other day, a friend asked, in all earnestness, why it is that some parts of the nation have one kind of weather or earthly phenomena and other parts have different ones. Why, for instance, does one section of the country get earthquakes and another have to contend with tornados? Each can be shattering.
During the latter part of the 19th century, a considerable brouhaha was going on in Europe, and perhaps the U.S., as well.
All the work to put on musical was well worth it
An ecstatic audience left the opening night performance of “The Wizard of Oz” on Friday at the Omak Performing Art Center.
Have you ever had cold chills over something unpleasant that nearly happened but didn’t quite? I call it having an “almost.” This one happened some 50 or 60 years ago. I was working in a school of music in downtown Chicago, commuting from home, some 20 miles from home to work. One of the students invited me to her home for dinner. I went home, and got ready. My mother and I agreed that since it was a dinner invitation, it would be inappropriate for me to eat before going to the dinner. I caught the interurban, went to the proper stop, walked the few blocks to her house and knocked. She came to the door and exclaimed, “Elizabeth, you’re on time! Come in.” A little surprised at such a greeting, I did. Other people began to arrive, and presently there was a congenial group. But no sign of food. The evening wore on, and presently I realized that it was almost time for the last train. Making my excuses to the hostess, I left to walk to the train stop. For a time I had the feeling I was being followed. Arrival at the train stop ended that. I reached the station platform to see the light of my train just approaching that stop. With a gasp of relief, I got on. My mother gave me something to eat. I never got an explanation for the dinner that wasn’t, and the student and I have not kept in touch. I do not even know if she is still alive. Now, we jump many decades and half a continent to Okanogan County. Here people do not invite others to dinner and then forget it. They feed them when they have not been invited. There are people who, if you drop in for a visit, won’t let you go until they have offered refreshments. It’s sort of like having to eat your way out. And since there are wonderful cooks hereabout, this is a great pleasure. I think they would be horrified at not giving a guest something to eat after a visit. And it’s delicious. As I said, they are fine cooks. It’s one of the tenets of the code of hospitality out here, and there are no frightening almosts, of the kind here described, in visiting friends here. Elizabeth Widel is a columnist for The Chronicle. This is the 2,885th column in a series. She may be reached at 509-826-1110.
What is it that makes you think of something decades after you have not done so? Back in the hot metal days when The Chronicle was located on North Main Street, they gave me an article to set it in type. It was about the dollar.
Continents slide on moving plates
We have considered erosion a number of times as a means of producing mountains. There also are other considerations.
Pet stories tell connection tales
We have considered the topic of human-animal relations, but the subject is not exhausted. It may never be.