“And we marched on in the direction of the wilderness of Moab.” Deuteronomy 2:8 “We went into the land to which you sent us, and it does flow with milk and honey! Here is its fruit.” Numbers 13:27 homewater…
Milk and Honey…by Damon Falke
Tag: childhood
Take it or Leave it: GLENMEADE ROAD AND THE MARCH OF PROGRESS …by Jim Stiles
Oft in the stilly night, Ere Slumber’s chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the years Of boyhood’s years, The words of love then spoken: The eyes that shone, Now dimmed…
(From the 2003 archives) Losing Solitude: Dirt Places…..by Martin Murie
One summer a new fad took over Jackson Hole’s kid population, Bottle Horse Ranching. I’m not sure, but suspect that the ranch kids started it. We townies began regular roundups to the back lots of Jackson’s three saloons, picking up…
Losing Solitude: The Importance Of Remembering Things Past…by Martin Murie
From the Zephyr Archives… Nostalgia, from Greek nostos, a return, and algos, pain or grief. Somewhere in its long journey through languages the word, at least in American English, acquired a shift that turned pain and grief to something like…
Sowing Clover: The Blessings of Uncertainty…by Tonya Stiles
When I was a kid, I heard about my imagination constantly from adults–”What an imagination you have!” “Did that all happen in your imagination?” “Don’t worry. That’s just your imagination.” Sometimes these were meant as compliments. Sometimes they clearly were…
(From the Zephyr Archives) Losing Solitude: MOUNTAIN RANGERS AT JACKSON HOLE…by Martin Murie
Note: This article first appeared in the February/March 2006 edition of the Zephyr. At the crest of Teton Pass there used to be a big wooden sign with a black silhouette of a big-hatted cowboy pointing east into the valley.…
Sowing Clover: Bucolic Memories of a Snow-Filled Childhood…by Tonya Stiles
Lately, I’m preoccupied with the thought of snow. It has been near sixty degrees the past few days here in Kansas, and what little snow we accumulated in a fleeting New Year’s storm melted weeks ago. It could be any…