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A Cowboy’s Faith: Finally came around again

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“He has his own office.”

“Again, finally,” one might say. History has repeated itself in nearly 46 years.

“Wet behind the ears,” repeating the familiar cliché, sheepskin in hand, walked into the big block-square highfalutin brick building headquarters.

As the first full-time editor there, very own office was right inside the front door to the right. Big walnut desk, leather rocking chair, personal phone, right up with the big folks, or thought so.

Still for several weeks, then off and on for a very longtime after, always concerned about being fired. Subsided over decades, but came to actuality in 36 1/2 years.

Through that time, locations in the office did change though, at least a handful. When an intern came in, then hired as a news coworker, too, the fancy personal office was shared for a spell. It wasn’t private then, rather cohabited, creating a definite ugh.

From there, several different places in the large main office area became “work station,” with desk, phone and files. There was no privacy for an always loud-talking cowboy, everybody heard every word, and that sure wasn’t good.

Nothing stays the same, fortunately in many situations, and again the powers-that-be assigned another personal office. There were actually quite a few perks with it. Privacy such could close the door, although typically didn’t, yet ample storage space, uptown again. A nice retired woman was even hired to come sometimes to help with filing and organization.

That transitioned again in 10 years or so, back to a desk in makeshift cubicle. Not everything obvious, but loud talker still audible to all others.

Then, the young boss who’d been handed keys to the business was prodded by the bookkeeper, and likely a teenybopper. “All he does is talk horses, kick him out.” And, they did.

Hidden History: Nation reaps rewards of local public service corps

At the Civilian Conservation Corps camp at Burlington, Kan., recruits end their duty day with a retreat ceremony. Photo from Bevitt collection.

By Wendi and Tod Bevitt

The outlook at the start of the 1930s was shrouded in a cloud of economic failure and dust as a result of the stock market crash of 1929, drought, and poor soil conservation practices. Unemployment had risen to 25 percent by 1933, and while that did not affect farmers, the dropping crop and stock prices did. The great clouds of dust that were forming on the horizon were a result of the wartime effort after 1914, during which the amount of acreage devoted to wheat was greatly increased, also known as “The Great Plow Up”.  The combination of drought, overgrazing of pastures and poor conservation practices overall led to a period of massive dust storms led to the region being called the Dust Bowl.

When President Franklin Roosevelt took office in 1933, he immediately set in motion work relief programs to deal with the dire financial situation facing the country, one of which was the Civilian Conservation Corps or CCC. The CCC focused on conservation projects, a subject Roosevelt had previously shown favoritism towards during his tenure as governor of New York. The CCC not only put unemployed young men to work, but also increased their employability through education and experience on the many public service projects performed by the various camps.  There were generally three different types of CCC projects in Kansas: soil erosion, lake creation or maintenance, and those focusing on reforestation.

A Cowboy’s Faith: No control over weather

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“After every dry spell, there’s a wet spell.”

“A drought has never lasted forever.”

“It’s always rained sometime when it got good and ready.”

“Every drought is followed by rain.”

Those old-timers’ familiar philosophies have sure been proven true again.

Now like it’s continually been throughout time, comments have made a complete turnaround.

A few weeks ago most questioned: “Is it ever going to rain?”

In the past several days none too few have evaluated: “I sure wish it would quit raining.” Others posed it: “Is this rain ever going to stop?”

Then, more than one commented: “All of these cloudy, wet, dreary days make everyone so grumpy. It’s depressing. People are getting stressed out.”

Solution, “We need some bright blue-skied sunny days again.”

Honest evaluation is, “Rain is always better than no rain.”

For the most part, ranchers can’t get too much moisture. It makes the grass grow while keeping fresh water in the ponds, creeks and springs. Dry ponds again have water, some to overflowing.

Suicide prevention: We all have a role

Dear Editor,

As a psychologist working in the field of suicide prevention for military veterans, I’ve known too many incredible people who’ve lost their lives to suicide. In recognition of National Suicide Prevention Week, I’d like to share some information with you.

We don’t talk a lot about this issue, but it is nothing short of a crisis in Kansas. Our state’s suicide rate has spiked by a staggering 45 percent since 1999 – the fifth highest increase of all states, and almost double the national average.

Many of us have had a passing thought of suicide, but fewer of us act on it. When we’re connected to reality, we understand that suicide always hurts the ones we love most. But when a person loses that connection in the depths of depression or begins to feel like a burden, it can be incredibly dangerous.

It can be confusing to know what we should to do help, but one of the first things we must do is erase the stigma of talking about mental health conditions and suicidal ideation. Here are a couple small changes we can all make to help.

It’s important to familiarize yourself with the warning signs of suicide and to then follow-up with people who are struggling. Asking them specifically, “Are you having thoughts of suicide?” will give your loved one permission to talk about the uncomfortable thoughts and feelings they’ve experienced and make a plan for recovery.

Words matter. Rather than using the phrase “commit suicide,” talk about it as you would any other tragic illness that ends a life, such as “died by suicide.” It’s a small step that can help lessen the isolation felt by surviving family members and friends.

If we start treating mental health conditions with the same openness, practicality, and compassion that we use to address physical conditions, we can prevent more deaths by suicide.

We all have a role to play in suicide prevention in our communities, workplaces, and families. It starts with all of us.

If you or a loved one is having thoughts of suicide, or if you just need someone to talk to, please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK or the Veterans Crisis Line at 1-800-273-8255 (Press 1). And make sure to let the people in your life know that you care.

Thank you,
Stephanie Davis

Submitted by Paul Davis for Kansas campaign. This is not a paid political ad.

Teeing off: Osage City Golf Course hosts nighttime tournament Saturday

By Richard Burkdoll
Osage City Golf Course President

As the golf year winds down we want to thank everyone that has supported the golf course and helped us improve your course. Extra play and an increase in memberships has helped us out of some of the financial trouble we were in two years ago.  We have 98 members this year, up from 72 just two years ago.

Currently, we need money for fertilizer, seed, and new parts for the irrigation. We are having a fundraiser “Night Golf Tournament” Sept. 15, 2018. The tournament will be a 4-person scramble. Call out to the golf course to reserve your team. (Limited to the first 18 teams).

We have had problems with the irrigation all summer. The fairways have really greened up with the recent rains. Hopefully, we will get the irrigation fixed so we can have green fairways all of next summer.

In the clubhouse, Randy, pro-shop manager, is selling raffle tickets for a free golf membership for next year, to help raise money.

For more information about the upcoming night tournament or the Osage City Golf Course, call 785-528-3329, or stop by at 1401 S. Fourth St., Osage City, Kan.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Go fast then slow

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“It’s a whole lot easier to speed them up than slow one down.”

Real cowboys have insisted that forever about horses seeming lazy until they learn to move out.

Not true of all, but for many once they’ve found out they can run, it’s really fun.

Now, that’s probably not true for the majority of human populations, as most prefer a relaxed attitude.

Again, there are exceptions. A co-op manager friend used to get up at 4 o’clock and run 10 miles before work. As he matured, getup times the same, but Bobby “only” walks seven-and-a-half miles.

That takes about an hour-and-a-half, and he heads for the office to get a head start on staff. The fellow only gets six hours of sleep a night. “Can’t sleep any more than that,” he claims.

Obviously, the ambitious guy is fit, ordering and eating half what everybody else had for dinner when we got together. Yep, he’s hard to get slowed down like many horses once given liberty to go for it.

Some all-around performance horses will gas up, run their heart out and then come back down calm and collected. Percentage-wise that’s not a great number.

Many riders of pleasure horses, those competing walk, jog, lope in the arena, would never let their mounts run. They’re afraid the horses will like it better than the easy going life. It extends so far as not entering classes with any extensive maneuvers where advance speed is expected.

Most trail riders, those going out for leisure Sunday afternoon walks in the park, are the same way.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Demise for those varmints

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“The rain must have brought out the ’possums.”

That’s sure the way it seemed after catching another cat food stealer in the live trap.

Just after the rains finally started, an opossum started showing up to eat out of the cat food pan.

Inquisitiveness or greed got that one after he finished off the pan and walked into the cage snare for more.

Uncertain exactly what Mr. Opossum’s demise was, but the foreman took care of getting him out of the steel cage.

Then another one of those pointed nosed ugly varmints figured out where the cheap easy tasty food was, too.

Obviously Garfield and Lioness, the two cats who’ve decided to stay around and work for a while, are on full feed. They’d have to be, or there wouldn’t be food left over in their barn pan after suppers over.

Well, sometime during the night, that second ’possum also walked right into the baited cage and the gate snapped shut.

His cousin, maybe a sibling who would know, sure didn’t give any warning about the hazards of snooping around free food. Both were surely sorry for being such gluttonous freeloaders. Leftovers in the cats’ pan would have been enough for one meal, likely better than they’d find in the wild.

It’s not just at the ranch those varmints are showing up. There’ve been more scampering in the roadside ditches, and several others weren’t “playing ‘possum” in the middle of the highways.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Errors must be admitted

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Making mistakes can have very serious consequences.”

Nobody wants to make a mistake, but there isn’t anybody who hasn’t made a mistake.

Certain errors in judgment carry lifetime penalties. That doesn’t necessarily mean going to jail or even public rebuttal, but rather personal unforgiving regret. Sometimes, there’s absolutely nothing that can be done after the fact, other than have to live with oneself.

It’s contended to just “let it go, forget it.” Easy to say that, but such is definitely not possible in some situations.

“Oh, there’s never any need to cry over spilled milk,” reminders are freely given. So very true many times, likely of most wrongdoings, but some things are just different.

Not the most serious error made in a lifetime of many mistakes, a horse killed itself when tied to pout. Similar training techniques worked well previously, and since, but not that specific time. Forever that sad day is reflected, despite trying to forget and go on.

To make advancements, mistakes must be made. Often it’s a trial and error effort, if one way doesn’t work, pitch it, and try something else. Mistakes might even be as essential as doing everything right.

The most important part of blunders is not making the same slipup again. Again, that’s much easier said than done. Sadly, there are some missteps that are made repeatedly. “Will he ever learn?” others have asked.

Perhaps it’s not learning, or even forgetting, maybe force of habit that is incurable. Yet doing what’s right should still be the objective every time.

Another issue comes to forefront at this point, what is right and what is wrong? Opinions can vary widely, one considers an action correct, and it is viewed the opposite by another.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Cure don’t cover it

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Just take a pill, that’ll fix whatever the problem is.”

That advice is prevalent today from whomever or wherever it’s being heard. Be it television commercials, print ads, true friends, family, somebody on the street corner. Even sadly as well from medical professionals, doctors, nurses, and assistants.

Half a century ago for those who had a TV, reflections are that most advertising centered on cigarettes and beer. Some of those were outlawed, even though specific liquors and fake smokes of some sort are being promoted again.

Now, on certain stations, all kinds of medications, mostly what might even be considered miracle pills, are advertised.

For naiveties, it’s difficult to figure out what the drugs are supposed to remedy. Still, almost without exception, there are warnings of seemingly worst consequences from taking the pills.

Well, actually, it’s not even always pills recommended, sometimes there are other methods of getting the advertised healing results. Warnings caution the drugs can cause heart attacks, swelling, headaches, fever, more different hurt, pain someplace else.

Guilty of following directions this time, two handfuls of pills are swallowed every day. Have no idea what most of them are for or called, unlike some who rattle off all the names.

However, there are certain ones that really do work. Legs ache and shoulder hurts take two pills, then sure enough the wrenching throb goes away in just a short time. Can’t help but think it’s imagination, but somehow, someway there’s sure relief for a while.

Catch up with the past at Arvonia

By Susan Atchison

This year has been eventful and much progress has been made at Arvonia by the Arvonia Historic Preservation Society.

January and February began with reflecting on memories of the Christmas tour and Christmas Tea, and planning for 2018 events. March started off strong with the St. David’s Tea in Lebo. Arvonia hosted Eluned Jones, director of the St. David’ Society of Kansas annual concert in Emporia.

On the cold first weekend in April, AHPS hosted several events. On Friday, a PEO chapter from Emporia toured the buildings and held their meeting. Saturday, a group of eight came for a progressive dinner bought at a silent auction benefitting the AHPS last fall. The group progressed from appetizers at the school, soup at the church, followed by the main course at the Humphreys/Atchison house, and dessert at the town hall. All food courses contained food with a Welsh flair. The brave group walked the entire route despite the weather. On Sunday, we hosted a private group tour.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Service is helping others

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“It’s always best to help others in every way possible.”

That’s regardless whether they seek it, want it, realize they’re being helped or even think it’s unneeded.

Worst of all is when a service offering help, a reminder or a suggestion becomes offensive.

One is reminded: “It’s wrong if you don’t, it’s wrong if you do.”

In the sales profession that’s hit home numerous times through the decades.

Selling is helping. Whether that’s guiding one in the correct selection, finding exactly what is desired or giving advice to increase sales.

Service is the most important ingredient of selling anything. When all is said and done, that’s way more important than the price or the profit.

Many, sadly maybe most, don’t understand it and are out strictly out for the almighty buck. Apparently, that’s why when heartfelt service is given a buyer doesn’t understand the true meaning.

More than a quarter of a century ago, one customer became the best of friends. Every Friday morning, several hours were spent jointly developing advertising campaigns.

It was a work of enjoyment for both and increased that major business’ sales. There was always congeniality attempting to find better, more efficient methods to promote for higher returns.

Then, their management changed and all of the close service work with the previous most professional advertising coordinator went out the door.

Service on this end never altered, likely even expanded if possible, but the new people in charge became offended.

Evidently, they thought somebody was telling them how to do their job rather than helping, serving to expand their patronage.

Lyndon landmark, ‘The Old Ice Plant’, former commerce center and residence

By Paul Schmidt

The distinct white painted concrete and brick building located at the corner of Washington and Third streets in Lyndon, Kan., is known as “The Old Ice Plant”. It is most associated with Lyndon resident and businessman Roscoe Gray (1890-1981) who, with his wife Nell, operated not only an ice plant in this structure, but also a slaughter house, locker plant, and an ice cream shop. There was also a private living quarters in the building.

Gray, with the help of two other men, built the concrete structure. Assisting with additions to the structure were boys from the vocational agriculture class at Lyndon High School, who wanted to earn some extra money in their free time.

In a June 12, 1980, article, Gray noted that the cement was mixed by hand and hauled by wheelbarrow. He also proudly told of the popularity of their most famous ice cream flavor, “brown bread.” In this article he revealed the secret* to their recipe.

Additionally, the roof garden portion was open every Saturday for roller skating parties with a big community dance held each Fourth of July.

The facility was in operation from 1941 to 1959. Gray, after his “first retirement” at the age of 72, went on to lay the rock for his private residence on Ash Street in Lyndon, as well as build a dozen fireplaces for homes in the Pomona area.

Source: The Osage County Historical Society, Lyndon, Kan. (Editor’s note: Please remember this building is privately owned; never enter private property without permission of the owner.)

*Rosoe and Nell’s secret to making their brown bread ice cream: The recipe is the same as any brown bread ice cream with the following two tricks. First, soak the grape-nuts in your ice cream mixture long enough – the grape-nuts should be very soggy. Second, instead of vanilla, flavor your mixture with caramel.

See more photos by Paul Schmidt below.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Laws intended for following

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Rules are meant to be broken.”

Whether that’s a completely accurate statement, it sure is a fact. There might be an exception in some cases, but most rules are broken at some time.

This has been a frequent topic of conversations in recent weeks at horse shows and county fairs. Too many rules interpretation sessions have been called.

Every time, there’s even controversy among those committee members meeting, and decision always makes somebody glad and another mad.

Rules are set as guidelines, instructions, directions, laws, regulations and policy for all concerned with the subject at hand. Hopefully, there would be increased honesty and fairness for everyone, yet that’s not always the case.

Think of what are likely the two most often broken rules, laws, or group thereof?

It’d be nearly impossible to find someone who hasn’t broken the speed limit, at least a little bit. Speculating, most people drive faster than the posted speed limit all the time. That’s a broken rule certainly by definition.

Many people, perhaps most, intend to live by the Ten Commandments, laws for a moral life. Still, most have broken these “rules,” and some on a very regular basis.

Despite frequent broken rules, in reality, usually people just don’t understand exactly what is expected. Or, many times, they have not studied, or even scanned rules.

Hidden History: Building Burlingame bridge was just one of Switzler’s adventures

John Switzler’s namesake creek forms a natural city limits in northeast Burlingame, as shown in the foreground on a historical illustration and satellite photo.

By Wendi Bevitt

The Santa Fe Trail crosses a small drainage known as Switzler’s Creek as the trail enters Burlingame from the east. This crossing has been in existence for traffic since the trail was created, if not in the time before history was written. The small drainage known formerly by the name “Bridge Creek” gained its name from John Switzler, a trader who was present at the birthplace of the Santa Fe Trail, and made the crossing at Switzler Creek possible.

When Mexico gained its independence from Spain in 1821, the trading center of Santa Fe could finally become a target of trade with the American frontier. That same year, William Becknell led an expedition from Franklin, Missouri, to Santa Fe to gather furs, as well as find a viable route to that center of commerce.

The route was already known to Native Americans as a series of trails across their plains from the Missouri River Valley to the southwest. Franklin would be the beginning of Santa Fe Trail traffic for several more years and home to notable traders like Kit Carson, and lesser known ones such as John Switzler.

Switzler and his brothers took part in the Santa Fe trade. His brother Michael ran a boarding house and stable, and supplied the westbound traffic.

John was not only active in the trade between Taos, New Mexico, and Franklin, but also provided mules to the traders making the journey. When traders would head out on an expedition, they would normally travel in groups, each man carrying a good rifle, dependable pistol, four pounds of gun powder, eight pounds of lead, and rations for 20 days.

By 1822, Becknell had secured a route to Santa Fe that was accessible to wagon traffic, making travel easier. Starting in 1825, Becknell mapped the route and Colonel George Sibley was put in charge of an expedition to survey the route and secure safe passage for the travelers through treaties with the Native American tribes. Part of Sibley’s responsibilities required him to make the route easier to travel, and in 1826 he paid John Switzler $200, presumably to build the bridge over Bridge Creek, later known as Switzler Creek.

Summer of 2018 marks Help House’s 15th anniversary

By Raylene Quaney

Help House celebrated turning 15 years old in July, with a huge celebration held July 15, 2018. A couple of our past directors were in attendance, as well as Rev. Robert Conway, who was pastor at Lyndon United Methodist Church at the time Help House first formed.

The day was filled with music that was performed by several local groups. Pat Murray, of Lyndon, led the group “Abound”, then the Praise and Worship team from Community Covenant Church, in Osage City, filled our hearts with some great praise music. They were followed by Wind Strings, this group is made up of members from Burlingame, Scranton and Carbondale – Heather and Ryan Kuder, Mark Hecht, Eric and Katie Pretz. Bluegrass music filled the air. The last group of the evening was Dr. Bob and Rhonda Harmon and their very talented group of musicians playing more bluegrass.

Of course, we had many other activities and attractions during the day. The Kansas Army National Guard set up their inflatable Jousting game, The Kansas Highway Patrol brought in the seat belt “Convincer”, and Mother Goose and Grandpa Pokey were there for the little ones and some of the “bigger kids” as well. The Osage County Sheriff and a couple of deputies provided DNA identification for the children in attendance. Providing information on services and their relationship to Help House were representatives of the Salvation Army, Harvesters, United Way and Drug Free Osage County.

The event kicked off a large fundraiser for Help House. Our parking lot is gravel. It is impossible to clean off in the winter when we get ice or snow, and when it rains it has areas that stand full of water. The gravel is difficult for some of our visitors to navigate with canes, walkers or wheelchairs. The board of directors and our volunteers voted to raise the funds necessary to put a black top like surface on the parking area, and while we are doing this to also install an automatic opener for handicap use. These improvements will cost approximately $15,000. The final total raised on July 15 during our 15-15- 15 Celebration was $7,614.15. This puts us just over halfway to our goal. We would like to thank all who have helped us reach this halfway mark.

If you were not able to attend but would like to contribute to the fundraiser, send your donations to Help House, PO Box 356, Lyndon, KS 66451.

The winner of the $200 meat raffle from Santa Fe Trail Meats was Jane Jackson, Osage City. Congratulations Jane! The raffle brought in over $555.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Consoling lost love’s grievers

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“What can one do when a best friend’s spouse passes away?”

Nobody wants to think about that because nobody wants it to happen.

While serious sickness severity was made known, shock overcomes everyone when actuality befalls. Stresses were heavy on all of the family, of course heaviest to the lovely, always most congenial ailing wife.

Most caring husband, son and daughter bore the torment as their own, perhaps even more painful, certainly heartfelt. Treatments early on showed promise despite side effects maybe not so physically unbearable yet highly toxic for all. Reminded once more anything that is meant to destroy another in whatever form is always extremely hazardous from every aspect.

Remission was even confirmed for a short period, but then overriding detrimental powers returned. Additional medical endeavors were deemed possible, but already proven medications had been exhausted. What would be ahead was strictly experimental, with certain most undesirable physical consequences for the sick and caregivers.

Toughest decision ever was made to forego those seemingly horrible repercussions putting the future entirely into God’s hands.

Knowing the suffering all were bearing, contact was minimized as to not expand their burdens, yet always with most concerned thoughts. A saddest Monday morning call from the family advised of her passing a couple of days earlier. Knowing very few details, specific particulars were answered when the best friend responded to a phone message.

A Cowboy’s Faith: His plan works again

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“Just set the GPS, and it’ll give easy to follow directions.”

That was the advice, and there is one of those thingamajigs somewhere, but it has to be programmed to work. That takes a computer guru of sorts to do, and nobody’s done it. There’ve been agitated scowls from family giving the gadget, yet it’s still unused.

For naiveties like certain older cowboys, GPS means Global Positioning System. When working, it gives verbal instructions: “Stop here, turn there,” and so forth.

This is known from riding with others who have such gizmos. Those following orders still often end up far from intended destination.

So back to the old fashioned way: road map. Shyly admit computer advice was also sought, despite it generally being wrong, too.

That printout was complemented with the on-ranch professional truck driver’s advice.  Adding in tad reflection of city driving days gone-by, there was a large black ink handwritten plan of pursuit.

It worked until Exit 16 was Road 77, instead of 235, but realizing that, a turnaround sent back on course. Yep, the next Exit 16B was the one to make a right turn on.

Central Exit was followed by a right hand turn which went back to the ranch instead of where planned. Intuition informed “that’s wrong,” and returned to the main thorough-way soon finding the West Exit.

Patriotism shines during Lyndon’s annual Fourth parade

Lyndon’s boys baseball teams celebrated America’s favorite pastime with floats and flags.

Osage County parades will wrap up for the summer with the Overbrook Osage County Fair parade on the evening of Aug. 11, but one of the area’s most patriotic parades happens on Fourth of July at Lyndon.

For the Fourth, the city of Lyndon, Lyndon Pride, Lyndon Saddle Club, Osage County Fire District No. 5, Lyndon Lions Club, Masons and others joined together to put on a daylong community celebration. In addition to the parade, the day includes a pancake feed, picnic lunch in the park, kids’ games, free watermelon, with a finale fireworks show.

While fireworks season is past, here’s a flashback to this year’s celebration – parade photos and results.

Parade honors, determined by a jury of city officials, included:

  • All American Award – “All American Pass Time” float presented by the Lyndon 7-9-year-old boys baseball team.
  • Red White and Blue Award – Lyndon High School Dance Team
  • Patriotic Pride Award – hair2dye4
  • Home of the Free Award – Salt Creek Ranch
  • Land of Liberty Award – Malachi, Ava and Katie Shepard.
  • Mayors Choice Award – Mount Pleasant Community Church’s Salt-N-Light Youth Group

See more Lyndon Fourth of July Parade photos here.

Chamber Chatter: Volunteers, organizations, participants wrap up successful county fair

By Jeanette Swarts
Osage City Chamber of Commerce

The Osage County Fair Association worked hard this year to have this be one of the best fairs so far. Activities from Wednesday, June 27, 2018, through Saturday, June 30, included exhibits, 4-H activities and competition, Chamber of Commerce Parade, live band, family fun night, pie contest, carnival, cooking demonstration, Shootin’ Hoops 3 on 3 basketball tournament, football 7 on 7 tournament, pet shows, antique tractor show and pull, kids pedal tractor pull, barnyard Olympics, 5K “Glow Run Run”, and a dance party.

2018 Osage City Fair Parade celebrates patriotism

The annual fair parade, sponsored by the Osage City Chamber of Commerce, was Thursday, June 28, 2018. The theme for the parade this year was “Hats Off to Red, White and Blue”.

Diane Michael, parade chairman, did a fantastic job coordinating a variety of entries including the Boy Scouts of Osage City starting the parade as flag bearers, emergency vehicles, including the city and county law enforcement, ambulance and fire department, parade marshal Mary Lou Estes and Mr. and Mrs. Osage City Jerry and Marilyn Giesy, floats, golf carts/ATVs, band, politicians, antique tractors, horses, and others. Even though the heat index was very extreme at parade time, the participants were eager to have a great time and the spectators seemed to enjoy the entries.

Ruins of 160-year-old stage stop stand as monument to Osage County history

By Paul Schmidt

Located west of Burlingame, Kan., just off U.S. Highway 31, Havana Stage Station was a mail stop on the Santa Fe Trail. The stage station and hotel was built in 1858 and offered meals and lodging until 1869.

About 50 German and French families established a community on the site. A large brewery and distillery were also located there. By the early 1870s, most of the German settlers moved to the town of Alma, in Wabaunsee County, and the property was sold for taxes.

The ruins lie about 150 yards from the highway on private land, and the site is accessible only with permission from the landowner. Readers should note it is trespassing to enter private property without permission.

See more of Paul Schmidt’s photos of Havana Stage Station here.

A Cowboy’s Faith: Safe water to drink

A Cowboy's Faith: Click to read more from Frank J. Buchman.“That blue green stuff in the pond can be deadly to livestock when they drink the water.”

As if there aren’t more than enough concerns with water supplies during this year’s drought, now another issue has arisen.

Evidently, the problem is nothing new, frequently occurring in certain locales during calm, sunny, dry, hot summer days. Still, there hadn’t been that noticeable predicament for about five years in the couple dozen ranch ponds.

Testing back then indicated what the college hotshots identified as algae blooms weren’t making poison water. But, who would know about this year? Cattle were supposed to be rotated into the pasture with the “contaminated” pond several weeks ago.

Now, they couldn’t be moved until water quality was checked. Contact was made with the microscope officials to see if hand delivering a water sample would speed up test results. Assurance was given that would be helpful. Yet, upon arrival at the laboratory, there was a different person in charge.

This paid government employee informed that their testing mechanism was out of whack. The water would have to be sent to another facility and it would take at least a week to hear back.

Grass was gone in the pasture where the cows were grazing, and they needed to be moved to more feed. That couldn’t be done if the pond water was harmful to drink. So, grub the pasture and ship the samples to another tester hoping results return faster than expected.

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