What's My Line?

Posted Saturday, January 19, 2008, at 8:19 AM
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  • Dear De-citified Slicker;

    What you are encountering with folks int he High Plains is shortage of experience in greeting newcomers to the community.

    For all of their lifetimes, since the 1930s, they have only learned to say good-bye.

    The region has depopulated steadily.

    it has either been watching friends and family drive away to the West Coast, Gulf Coast, Big City of Sun Belt retirement regions -- or be hauled off to the cemetary.

    When they have never had a new neighbor move into your area to revitalize one of the original farmsteads -- they don't know how to go about saying hello and welcome.

    That lesson has been so unneeded, it dropped out of the High Plains etiquette book.

    Back in 1958 I wrote something on the order of;

    "We live in the only place where you can stand in mud up to your knees and have dust blow into your eyes. Where it can be 75-85 degrees at 3 p.m. of a March afternoon, and 15 degrees below zero at 3 a.m. -- 100 degree change in 12 hours.

    "The main thing that makes it a great place to live is the people. They are the best."

    Ask the folks at the Gazette to pull out the files on the March "norther" of '58.

    The city, county and state street and road crews were nearly helpless.

    All their snow equipment had gone into sheds and storage yards at the foot of the northside bluffs along the Republican -- The snow fell and drifted all the way from the Canada to cover those equipment sheds and yards.

    The crews had to hand dig their equipment from the drifts.

    Ike Isaacson at Stratton Drugs provided almost the only communications from Hitchcock County via his ham radio gear to Denver and Omaha.

    I got around McCook for most of the week on skis. And no one was laughing.

    Wauneta with its publicly owned power plant was about the only community with full electrical service.

    [By the way, do they still have their incredible Christmas Light display?

    -- Posted by bigsurmac on Tue, Jan 22, 2008, at 3:10 AM
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    Thanks for the great insight and tidbit of Nebraska history. I hope someone will answer your question about the Christmas light display at Wauneta.

    -- Posted by Brian Hoag on Tue, Jan 22, 2008, at 8:02 AM
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