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Jessica StölenEditorjstolen-jacobson@cherryroad.com Sometimes the part of my week I struggle with the most is writing this column. It’s one of those easy to put off… Login to continue reading Login…
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Jessica StölenEditorjstolen-jacobson@cherryroad.com When my children were young, I had a friend from Wood Lake that looked an awful lot like Santa Claus. In fact, he… Login to continue reading Login…
Garrison Keillor & Friends: The perils of pedestrianism explained…
Garrison KeillorAuthor & Humorist It’s been a couple months since the New York City Council legalized jaywalking in town and nobody has noticed this because… Login to continue reading Login…
Beyond Reason: A Christmas theme. . .
Rob Perez I’m confused. I thought a Christmas tree already had a theme. It’s right there in the name. It’s not a tree. It’s a… Login to continue reading Login…
Garrison Keillor & Friends: Walking to church on a cold day…
We had a couple of summery days in November in New York but now, thank goodness, summer is over and we can get back to business. Thanksgiving is done and we spent it with talkative friends and since I was brought up to believe itâs impolite to interrupt, I sat through a two-hour dinner saying nothing but âUh-huhâ and âOh, really.â And on Sunday I stepped out into a bitter cold wind and walked to church. It felt good.
From the Editor’s Desk
One of our traditions every single Thanksgiving is making my Grandma Patâs âgreen jell-oâ. Grandma Pat, having been from the south, had a very special version of Thanksgiving dinner that included a corn bread stuffing, and as a child I was fairly convinced that in the south, itâs a real thing to cook everything to the point of being nearly powder.
Beyond Reason: Oh Tannenbaum. . .
According to one famous Christmas song that is for some reason named, âThe Christmas Songâ, the season is long on chestnuts, Jack Frost, yuletide carols, and, for some reason, though Iâve personally never seen it myself, folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Garrison Keillor & Friends: Walking home from Sunday church…
My mother, Grace, and her sister Elsie were lifelong best friends, two adjacent younger girls in a family of 13, and our two families had Thanksgiving together every year, usually at Elsie’s house because she was the better cook, a perfectionist, whereas Mother had six kids, four of us boys, which didn’t encourage perfection.
