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Hi Billy, My thoughts about the death of K Huckins. TRIBUTE Kemo Sahbee. For a time this is how K Huckins and I tagged and greeted each each other. We borrowed the term from one of the oft-recurring Lone Ranger fads. This one during the 1950s, a time when K and I buddied about during our late teens and early twenties. Broadus. Miles City. Billings (Rocky Mountain College). Country dances. Double dating. Beer drinking. Rites of passage. Although distance (1,500 miles) has separated us for many years, I'm now dealing with another passage: the...
To Powder River County, We hear people say all the time how they couldn’t live in a small town because there's nothing to do, or how it doesn't offer them anything. This may be true, we don't have Walmart or Mcdonald’s. But we don't need those things. I am a firm believer that more people would be a lot happier with their life if they would look at what they have instead of what they want. To be a part of such an amazing, upstanding, and most of all caring community is one of the most astonishing things that has happened to our family. The mag...
Portland, OR August 30, 2019 Dear Examiner, Your statement just arrived so it is time to send the annual check for Alvin’s subscription. Although we moved away from Broadus in 1969, Alvin looks forward very much to the arrival of his hometown newspaper. August 2-3, a Kramlich family reunion was held in Bozeman, Montana at the home of Doreen Wright Stoppel and her husband Brian Stoppel. Over 50 descendents of early Broadus residents Fred and Freda Kramlich attended. Fred and Freda had eight children who survived to adulthood. Children and/or g...
By Joe Stuver A lot of folks are wondering how the heck I managed to shoot myself. I’ve also noted, though, that my stupid causes a lot of anxiety for those who care for me. We Stuver “boys” have indeed kept our Guardian Angels pretty dang busy. Come to think of it though, that also transcends into the Patten side of the family. As in most stories, I have to start at the beginning. (You didn’t really think you were going to get off that easy, did you?) With the last back surgery, the installation of an electronic spinal therapy device, I’m act...
Hi Billy, A brief greeting to all the celebrants regarding the 100-year anniversary observation of Powder River County. Having had the good fortune to be born in Broadus, 84 of those 100 years ago, wish I could be there to help celebrate. But it's just not going to happen. Anyway, congratulations and best regards to all - from San Antonio, Texas. ~ Loren Williams...
A poem by Lyman Amsden on his days in the Navy. Some things are kept forever by the crew of the 509. Shore patrol at French Martinique The bars of Fall River, Mass Scolley Square in Boston Bourbon Street in Orleans Snow up to your ass in Adak Scraping paint in Manicani, Pl Steaming past the Statue of Liberty Shrimp boats at Key West The rum factory at Havana, Cuba The natives of Trinidad Shoe shines of Panama City Sidewalk vendors in Cuidad Firing at goats on San Clemente or at targets off old San Juan Watching the shoreline recede at Frisco is...
A poem on how the trees in Cottonwood Park came to be. Someone once said, the time to plant a tree Was at least twenty years ago How about fifty years give or take Is how I’ll tell you so. It’s been 60 years for the class of ‘59 Since we kissed the Hawks good bye But let’s go back a few more years And I’ll explain just why. A hero named Joe Chiesa, “Little Joe” to most Decided to take a dirty old space One complete with stickers and rocks And make it a beautiful place. He gathered up a bunch of kids The class of ’59 was just who “Come with me...
A poem written by Lyman Amsden during his days on the USS Formoe. Lyman served on this ship during the Korean War. He now runs the Corner Store in Broadus with his wife, Anne. PASS THE WORD Set the special sea detail, the ship is now underway. Standing watch on the bridge or as lookout, with spray in your eyes. At sea on a cold windy day or running training exercises in the bay. White caps on the water, and a long trailing wake. Up a ladder you may not go, when the ship takes a notion to roll and pitch. White lightening in after steering, R...
By Joe Stuver I guess I should carry a sign while I’m working cleaning Patti’s memorial flower bed that says “I’m ok!” The other day, three good ladies came to my rescue, several with no little amount of panic and concern etched across their faces. All three, of course, also showed considerable relief to find out that in fact, I was not having an attack of some kind. Thanks friends. A few more memories and thoughts of Old Mexico It seems as though all we hear is of the dark side of Mexico. Where there is always a dark side in every culture a...
By Joe Stuver Memories of Mexico One of my most-favorite things in Mexico was hanging out with my family of friends in the little village of Jarratadas. Like most small Mexican villages, it is a place of happy, laid back, hard working folks. The sounds are happy too: of birds singing, kids playing, music, and the soft tones of people visiting. I think that perhaps those people are happier than many of us. While respecting most of their good neighbors, there was also room for giving others a load of good-natured crap, pretty much like back...
By Joe Stuver Sights worth seeing: MORE MOISTURE! It’s going to be a wonderful spring, if it gets here before summer. We send out a huge community salute to Bucky Billing and Lyle Rogge, who retired last week after serving TRECO, and their community, very well indeed over their long tenure. They helped keep the power flowing to their customers in all kinds of foul weather, in all kinds of circumstances, and were among the first on scene to cut that same power during fires. Linemen continue to hold one of the most dangerous jobs in the c...
Wherein Joe Stuver, former Editor of the Powder River Examiner, journeys south for a winter in the sun. I departed from home on a decent but windy day, two days after Christmas, for the long drive to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. Of course the trip was much longer, and much more "adventuresome," due to my ever-malfunctioning navigation system. I battled a typically strong Wyoming wind as I fled south. My intention, and my destination, was to meet up with old pal Danny Lazarus, his wife and their two...
Your recent column “70 Years Ago” described the January weather of 1949 and brought to mind the story Mom (Bobbie Heidel) would tell of her untimely arrival from eastern Tennessee to eastern Montana on January 1, 1949, as a 21 year old who had never been further than 30 miles from her small family farm near the Smoky Mountains. She had graduated college mid-year with a Home Ec degree, and the only job opening that time of year was in Broadus, MT, some 1600 miles away. Mom accepted the job and arrived in Miles City via train during the very bli...
A vote for the continued support for 6-Mill Levy, (LR-128, SB-85) would again help keep our most precious natural resources, our children, from looking for lower educational costs out of state. Some would like you to believe that 6-Mill is a new tax and unnecessary. It is neither. It is a 70 year Montana tradition approved by voters every ten years without increase. There is strong bipartisan support including both current US Senators and organizations such as the Chamber of Commerce and the Farm Bureau. Consider these facts. Nationally,...
Franklin Roosevelt said “In politics, nothing happens by accident. If it happens you can bet it was planned that way.” We often question the direction our nation has gone over several decades, how it has gone further from the constitutional republic our founders envisioned and created. We wonder how when the party in power changes, the direction toward more government and globalism does not. The rhetoric seldom matches the results. And when a leader does make changes to reverse that decline, they are smeared, undermined or worse. That act...
Dear Billy, Unfortunately, I find myself forced to publicly respond to a recent situation regarding a complaint about passing a school bus. It has come to my attention that over the radio the Sheriff grossly misinterpreted a recent court decision I made. The statement falsely leads the public to believe the Sheriff can no longer write tickets by complaint for possible traffic violations because I said so. This is patently false and quite frankly extremely reckless and unprofessional at a minimum. To broadcast false interpretations of court...
Fair memories at the museum By Twila Talcott The volunteers at the Powder River Historical Museum have been finding items to put in our front window for the Powder River County Fair display - lots of things you’ve probably seen before - as you prepare for what you are taking to the fair. But maybe folks would like to come into the Museum to look in a photo album we’ve compiled of great fair pictures through the years. Faces from 1941, some even older, and current ones too. Photos by Jessie Wellman, Marshall Sullivan and others. We hope eve...
Dear Mr. Editor, Having just set out a yard sign for John Tester, I decided to write a letter to further express support and confidence for this 3rd generation farmer, community leader, and citizen who is serving our State and Nation as a U.S. Senator. John knows and has lived the life familiar to Montana rural, small town folks. As a farmer working the land homesteaded by his Grandpa and worked by his dad, he knows the reality of weather, taxes, prices, roads, schools and neighbors. He knows the importance of good government at all levels,...
Dear Billy, The immensity of what my country is doing to certain unfortunate families has just begun to soak in to my mind. I didn’t think it could happen here. Forcibly taking children from their parents and holding them captive looks like kidnapping to me. Where is the outrage that we should be showing for such a cruel miscarriage of justice? I see nothing but an indefensible power play that will leave a black mark on our national conscience for the rest of time and haunt countless people for the rest of their lives. Sincerely, Marie G...
