BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… ONCE UPON A CHRISTMAS. The wind was a ragged squall line in the dark, blowing hard over the Missouri Ozarks, dropping temperatures some 30 degrees not long after the sun — a distant orange ball — had passed beyond misty western clouds. The longest night of the year is upon us. The…
BEEN THINKIN’ ABOUT… THE LONG LAST DAY. The orange sun slips behind the western mountain ridges. Summer solstice ends, even as the evening news begins its frantic reporting of the Iran bombings by US stealth bombers flying from Whiteman Air Force Base near Knob Noster, Missouri. Historic times for sure. War perhaps averted by war.…
A Melody’s Revival: Tales of Ozarkian Tradition by Emily Garoutte The demands of modern times in Missouri seep into each of our lives. An array of chicken farmers, electricians, retired folk, and kids lay aside their work once a week to play old time and bluegrass music and fend off the demands, for posterity’s delight.…