December 28, 1915 We awoke to a red sky this morning. “Sailors take warning,” du Bois commended. It was cloudy bright. We could see North Park and the Park Range. I announced, “Today is our travel day.” We hoarded the nuts and ready-to-eat food the last few days. The thought being, we will need quick […]

December 26, 1915 “That’s the third five for a 15 - two, then three in a row for six and the last card for nine big points!” du Bois hollered while picking up his cards. “You’re killing me with your pegging,“ I moaned. “Skill, just plain skill.” “Nonsense, you’re lucky. I’m still winning this game […]

December 25, 1915 “It looks different than the last time we were here,” du Bois commented this morning. I laughed and rolled my eyes. A deep white blanket covered the lake, wildflowers, trees, and rocks.  “There aren’t any naked women swimming in Long Lake either,” I added. He smiled, “I’ll remember that scene for as […]

December 24-25, 1915 For two weeks I have window shopped, considered, and discarded gift options. I walked from E.O. Furlong to Chamberlain-Gray and Corner Drug Stores then on to J. W. Hughes Mercantile. I did buy two pounds of candy for twenty-five cents and a pound of mixed nuts for fifteen cents at Steamboat Novelty […]

Mid-January 1916 (Hello reader, it is Corina typing. I should not be transcribing Julius’s written abandoned diary, but I was curious, compelled and felt deserted. He left me and his dog, Charlie. I am even using his typewriter since he also left it behind. It was too heavy to carry in his rucksack as he […]

December 21, 1915 “Julius, welcome to the Oasis! I’ll buy you a beer. It’s on the house. I’ve wanted to talk to you. But first I want to show you the sign I made,” August Durbin exclaimed. “You’re in a jovial mood,” I responded. “Why not? There’s no sense in pouting. I’ll be right back.” […]

December 7, 1915 Winter arrived, the snow covered the ground and did not melt. Evergreens shrouded in thick, white coats stood like ramparts guarding the town. The river still flowed. Angling remained my therapy and the time to review my conscience. I decided to stay in Steamboat, help Corina and stay out of trouble. Du […]

November 25, 1915 “Julius, get the pies out of that oven. They look pretty close to baked. The afternoon crew can put them back in to keep them warm. Take out the middle rack. I seasoned another turkey.  We have a hundred reservations for Thanksgiving dinner. At 75 cents a plate the whole town wants […]

Our standard poodle, eleven-year-old Charlie died. We loved him and were close. He was a character in my published, hard cover, illustrated novel, A Diary by Victims of Love, Banished in 1914.  The sad thing is our pets don’t live as long as we humans. Although, if the situation was reversed, I don’t think any […]

November 17, 1915 “You’re finally leaving the position of Postmaster, Mr. Monson.” “It only took three months of government bureaucratic red tape. Good heavens, Walter Kemmer was the only applicant and there were no protests,” he grumbled. “When does he start?” “He checked in today and is working in the back. It’ll be a smooth […]