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The Purple Church
It’s purple. Well these days, some twenty hot years of Dakota sun later, St. Charles Church looks a bit pink; but originally it was purple.
James Schaap
November 8, 2019
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It’s purple. Well these days, some twenty hot years of Dakota sun later, St. Charles Church looks a bit pink; but originally it was purple.
One of the cement plates standing in the park holds an image of the house she lived in here in Earlville, a little white house
Religious visions were everywhere in the years preceding the Civil War. Boom towns out west here may have been hell holes for a time, but
Out in the middle of nowhere, the old white frame building is all that remains of a heart-felt dream that, as an answer to prayer,
It’s not a particularly good picture, but it’ll have to do. That’s our house up at the top, maybe fifty yards or so away from
I don’t know how exactly–or who–told me I had to read Beloved. I do remember having a single copy of three Toni Morrison novels–one of them
Hattie says that just before her mother got married, she’d left the farm to start working in a grocery in Springfield, SD, where some young
Let me tell you a story: Fifteen years ago, I was in line at a grocery store, behind two Hispanic men checking out. The clerk—a
Could be an early 20th century shot from a lot of places on the map. There’s a hill up the street, but the place looks