By Tim King I live in a place called Clotho. It’s one of those unincorporated villages that are sprinkled across rural Minnesota’s landscape. What’s called progress has drained most of the life out of these villages, but each of them has its own unique story. Clotho, for example, used to have its own creamery, two-room school house, general store, post office, community picnic grounds, and dance hall. It also had a Methodist church with a vibrant congregation. Today, all that

By David Harper of Ponsford Recently on cable TV, the Patterson-Gimlin famous film of a Bigfoot filmed in Northern California in 1967 was reviewed, analyzed, and tested for authenticity. The results concluded the film to have better than a 98-percent chance of being real, disavowing earlier evaluations that it was staged through modern technologies that were not available before. I agree with the findings and am a believer, because I too have seen a Bigfoot. In the mid ‘70s,

By Grace E. Cook of Norwood Young America “Would you like to go to the gym with me?” asked my granddaughter. At 86 years old and visiting her in a house built on a mountain slope, which looks across a valley to a green forested mountain top over which the sun pops at 8 a.m. each morning and floods the living room with sunshine and heat, I am wondering, “What does she mean by ‘go to the gym?’” We drive down the mountain to a California community of stucco buildings and into a

By Kathy Hanson of Monticello You may have already met today’s winner. I alone know who the winner is, even the winner knows not they are walking around as royalty. You see, I am sitting every morning in my sunny front room, breakfast on a tray beside me. I am recovering from a serious illness and confined to my home for at least one month. In the windows of that lovely front room is an ever so long sidewalk with lush green grass bordering it and it has joggers, baby stroller

By Nancy Leasman of Long Prairie Our bird residents are back. They’re not just back, in a general way, but have taken up their usual residences. Now that I think about it, are they the same birds, descendants of previous tenants, or members of the same species choosing the existing territories? The eastern phoebe family nests under the exterior stairs leading to the loft above Ron’s woodshop. They frequently perch on the sections of birch logs, a former mushroom growing proje

By Sharon Craig of Granite Falls A long time ago, my husband and I enjoyed the words to a song that we had heard. Tex Ritter, Western/Country music star, sang the song Just Beyond the Moon. Through the years, we’d hear the song and we’d say to each other that just beyond the moon is where we’d meet when one of us passed away. A short while ago, I wrote a story for the Sr. Perspective newspaper, (60 Years and Counting). Little did I know that it would be our last anniversary

By Sherry Nicholson of Elk River John 16:33 These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world. As Don and I approached retirement, we talked about what we wanted to do in our retirement years. Fishing, traveling, and spending more time with our kids and grandkids made the list. Exactly one week after Don retired, I was diagnosed with a rare and aggressive breast cancer.

By Rachel Barduson of Alexandria Music has a remarkable influence on emotions – at least on mine. There are songs for seasons and holidays, songs that bring us back to high school, songs that show our faith, and songs that bring us peace. Songs celebrate life, or at the very least, allow us to take pause in parts of our emotions of where we might be “at” on any given day. TAPS is perhaps not a song we think of as part of a Fourth of July celebration, but for some reason, it’s

By Michelle Tweed of Dalton I tip the box and the pieces pour out. Colors and patterns emerge as I flip each one face up and lay it back on the table. The maker of the puzzle hasn’t included a picture of what the end result will look like. All I can do is start. Attempting to make sense of a thousand pieces, I begin to match all the straight edges until a frame is assembled. A glimmer of possibilities lies before me and gives me something to build upon. Now, what next? I pick

Today's Wisdom: When children reach the age of sixteen, they discover the meaning of life: car keys. - Erma Bombeck By Bill D. Ward One of my cars is an older model that was once driven by an elderly relative. There are seven dings on the car, somewhat evenly dispersed around the perimeter. I know the history of most of those dings, and I know there are matching scrapes on garage door frames, carport posts, and various other items around town. Each of those was self-inflicted

By Larry Kiewel of St. Peter The Buffalo Round Up in Custer State Park in the Black Hills of South Dakota has been on my list of things to see ever since a saddle club friend came back with stories of riding his own horse at the event. Sometimes it seemed like I was the last person in the county to make the trip, as everyone seemed to have a story and advice. The buffalo Photo by Larry Kiewel Get there early. Bring your own chairs. Wear a big hat. Be ready to wait. We got in

By Elaine Haala of New Ulm Can you remember, as little girls we wore undershirts and slips? We had rubber overshoes with a zipper and fake fur cuffs. We got home perms – with really curly hair. The only people with a tattoo was a sailor – not everybody and their grandmother. We had the Watkins, Fuller Brush, Jewel T, and Stanley Brush salesmen calling door-to-door to sell their wares to our mothers. Grandpa hung his arm out the car window to signal a turn or stop. Then came b

By Carl Gadow of Eagan My grandchildren call me Chupa. It wasn’t the name I had planned. In fact, I had something much more distinguished in mind. “Why am I looking at a turtle?” I asked when my wife showed me the sonogram. “It’s not a turtle! It’s your grandbaby.” “Are they supposed to look like turtles?” It was clearly a turtle, but I wasn’t going to disillusion her. She was excited about her first grandchild, and she needed me to be at least as excited as she was. “I’m too

WWII Navy veteran turns 100 By Jillian Kellerman World War II Navy Veteran Bert Rudie, currently of Albertville, turned 100 years old on April 18, 2026. On his birthday, a party was held in Rudie’s honor at the Albertville City Hall in Albertville. Approximately 55 guests attended, including five members of the St. Michael American Legion Post. World War II Navy Veteran Bert Rudie at his 100th birthday party at the Albertville City Hall in Albertville. Contributed photo Rudi

By Jim Palmer On July 4, our country will celebrate its 250th anniversary. And what a 250 years it has been! If you took a time machine back 250 years to 1776 and spend a few weeks living in just about any community in the new United States, your impression might be, “It’s an interesting place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there.” 1776 - Life in 1776 was slower, harder, and centered mainly on survival. A typical day for nearly all of the population was to rise with th

By Jim Palmer Every year or so we like to give our readers a little writing assignment. We ask a question and give readers the opportunity to answer the question in the form of a submitted article. Earlier this spring, we asked readers the following question: “What did you do the summer after graduation?” We had a good response. Submissions can be found in each edition of the Senior Perspective. There are a wide variety of stories in all five editions and there are different

By Tedi Schmoll of Ogilvie By Tedi Schmoll of Ogilvie I’m not too sure of the exact date, but I remember the event like yesterday. Just think how many times there has been a trauma in your own life, you know you can recall it vividly. We were over at the blue farm, Martin and I, and we intended to put in some corner posts. “Mom,” the kids had said to me, “if you want to raise sheep, you have to put up fence ‘cuz we are not going to chase sheep anymore, we’re done being sheep

By Rachel Barduson of Alexandria I remember one particular “first day of summer” when I had just finished the second or third grade. Of course, the first day of summer was the last day of school. On this particular day I remember that I had decided that it would be the summer that I would start digging a hole to China. You know, where all of the starving children were. You see, any time I was stubborn about not cleaning my plate at the dinner table, mom or dad would remind me

By Tim King Perhaps I shouldn’t be writing about this now. After all, winter is finished and summer is just over the horizon. I should, instead, write about Beardsly, in Big Stone County, rather than Tower and Embarrass in St. Louis County. But the subject has been nagging me since a friendly mechanic at my favorite gas station had the courtesy to pump the gas for my car last Feb. 2, Groundhog Day of 2026. “I was there,” he told me. “It was like a party.” It’s hard to imagine

By Nancy Leasman of Long Prairie I lost the Turkish puzzle ring I had worn on my right pinky finger for about 20 years. It was a gift from my middle child. It had replaced one my brother had given me in high school – one I had also lost. A Turkish puzzle ring is made of interlocking rings, usually four but sometimes eight, that when assembled form one ring. Legend has it that a ring such as this was also a loyalty or fidelity ring. Given by a man to a woman who, if she remove