Chris Hardie’s recent column about wearing clothes until they fall apart found favor with some regular readers. Apparently, the desire for form over fashion and frugality over fineness isn’t just his dressing domain.
We live in a part of the world where they are pretty commonplace, but icicles rarely occur in nature with the exception of areas in cooler climates around waterfalls or during severe ice storms.
History and geology sometimes come together to tell fascinating stories, such as the rocky outcrop just outside of Galesville known as Decorah Peak.
My clothing principle is if it still covers, snaps, buttons or zips — sometimes partially but still enough to prevent wardrobe malfunctions — then it’s still good enou
Chris Hardie's recent story on local general stores generated a lot of reader response through both email and social media, the WNA past president writes. The responses also filled in some of the missing information on the history of the Wisconsin stores.
In his most recent column, which is available for publication by WNA members, Hardie incorporates the information gleaned from reader feedback.
If below-zero temperatures had a sound, it would be this: the clang of an iron maul striking the frozen apron of a manure spreader.
It’s always this time of winter with the cold and snow that the prospect of hibernation seems pretty darned attractive.
Apparently, there’s nothing like a cold-weather story to warm up memories from folks in Wisconsin.
Old memories become blurry with the passage of time, but A particularly cold Sunday 45 years ago, when temperatures hit 60 below zero, was memorable across western and northern Wisconsin.
Much of the history and the people who lived and worked in the general stores are gone, but here is what I could piece together on these once thriving centers of commerce.