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Saturday, July 29, 2006
 

VOL. V Issue 7R
South Dakota Week of Prayer
Day 6-Answer is "Not Now"
For the last few days, the Holabird Advocate has been observing the South Dakota Week of Prayer. It may not have looked like an unqualified success in the natural world. It's just going to take more prayer is all. As E.E. Hinkle used to say, "We're only one day away from the next big rain!" We could all use that kind of faith right now.
Because tomorrow is Sunday, all of us here at the Holabird Advocate will be observing the last day of the Week of Prayer at a special prayer service at the Ponderosa at 9 pm Holabird Time.
In the meantime, as Joyce Meyer would say, "It's time to laugh". We hope you get a chuckle out of The Ditty Bops "Wizard of Oz Show' in Kansas City. Ms. Abby is Dorothy Gale, Ms. Amanda is Glinda, Greg Rutledge, at the piano, is the Scarecrow. There is no place like Home!
Mystery Tour Half Over
The Sons of Norway Mystery Tour is done for the day. Tomorrow there is more Mystery. The group started out in Pierre at 9 am, they stopped at Chamberlain for lunch and a tour of the South Dakota Hall of Fame. There was a brief stop in Salem to see a guy who makes barbecued pork with his own brand of sauce. Then off to Sioux Falls, where they had a choice of either a museum tour or the Irish Festival. The Hinkles opted for the museum, since it was inside. Then evening vittles at a "Steak and Buffet" type place. Finally, they wheeled to Vermilion to their hotel, the Holiday Inn Express, which is across the street from the Dakota Dome. One thing about it, they we're idle on this trip.
Hee Haw is Back!
Our Publisher can't pick, but he his a grinnin' now that CMT has started airing reruns of Hee Haw. As stated earlier, it is time to laugh, and Hee Haw has just come along at the best possible time. Where else but Hee Haw can you find good clean cut country humor. Jeff Foxworthy only wishes he could be this funny. No dirty words have to be bleeped here. No drooling morons going into a routine about edible under britches here. They used to close each show with a gospel song, but CMT may cut that out to fill in commercial time. Oh well, it's a start!





Friday, July 28, 2006
 
VOL. V Issue 7Q
South Dakota Week Of Prayer
Day 5-HOT Just Got HOTTER
Days like today can make one wonder if anyone really is observing the Week of Prayer that the Governor has called us into. Holabird got up to 107 degrees. Ron LaFortune brags that when rainy weather comes, he can feel it in his bones. Fortunately for Ron, but unfortunately for the rest of us, his bones are never feeling better.
There was a fire this afternoon just a couple miles from Ron's place. It took the fire department a little more than an hour to put it out. The Highmore Fire Department was impressed by the fire fighting wagon Darrel Hinkle bought from the Napoleon, North Dakota Fire Department. They figure Darrel got an $8000 value for $2500. Good thing for Darrel that his wife, Kristi Hinkle, spied that ad in the paper.
With the triple digit heat, and the fires going around the area, The Holabird Chamber of Commerce is recommending that spanking be brought back for any child who sings, "Rain, Rain, Go Away!". Failing that, have them spend their "time out" on the outside of the house. Remember, that's one minute per year of the child's age!
Off for the Mystery Tour!
Harold and Mary Hinkle are getting ready to leave for their Sons of Norway Mystery Tour. They will depart from Pierre at 8 am tomorrow morning, and if our information is correct, they will arrive at their Mystery Destination at noon. Del Paulson, The Mystery Tour travel agent has assured the Hinkles that they will be in a place 10 degrees cooler than Pierre. That lets the North Pole out.
Toto! I Don't Think Their in Kansas Anymore!
The Ditty Bops performed their final Kansas show in Kansas City. As the some says, "They got crazy little women there" but the number of them went down by two. The theme was of the show was "The Wizard of Oz"! Photo's are forthcoming. Our Publisher can't wait to see which part Ms. Amanda played!
South Dakota Songbook
"Kansas City"
by Big Joe Turner
Goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come
Goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come
They got some crazy lil' women there,
And I'm gonna get me one.
I'm goin' be stand on the corner
Twelfth Street and Vine
I'm goin' be stand on the corner
Twelfth Street and Vine
With my Kansas City baby
And a bottle of Kansas City wine.
Well I might pick a train
I might pick a plane, but if I have to walk
I'm goin' just the same
Goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come
They got some crazy lil' women there
And I'm gonna get me one
I'm gonna pack my clothes
Leave at the break of dawn
I'm gonna pack my clothes
Everybody will be sleeping
Nobody will know where I've gone
Cause if I stay in town
I know I'm gonna die.
Gotta find a friendly city
And that's the reason why,
Goin' to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come
They got a crazy way of loving there
And I'm gonna get me some





Thursday, July 27, 2006
 
VOL. V Issue 7P
South Dakota Week of Prayer-Day 4
The Little Children Shall Lead Them
The Drought in the Holabird area is so bad that the Hinkle kids are going into action. Not content to just kneel and say a few words to the Almighty, they have taken prayer to a whole new level. Brittany Hinkle was at the Ponderosa a couple of days ago, and found her favorite uncle's bongo drum. She asked her uncle, Holabird Advocate Publisher, Jerry Hinkle, if they could do a rain dance. Jerry played a wonderfully rhythmic tune on his drum, while Brit and Justin Hinkle danced in the 90+ degree heat until they were all worn out. The next day, Jerry played the drum for Shelby and Justin.
The results have not had the desired effect as of yet. At least they gave it a try. Sometimes a word of faith has to be backed up with an act of faith. Persistence is the key. No amount of prayer or dancing will bring rain. It's the faith in the supplier of rain that brings the moisture. Sometimes it takes longer than others, but even when it looks like things are never getting better, one has to keep believing.
Publisher Collects 10,000th Song on Lauchcast
Holabird Advocate Publisher, Jerry Hinkle is proud to report thst he has rated 10,000 songs for his Yahoo! Launchcast station. The 10,000 song was "Pick Me Up On Your Way Down" by Patsy Cline. Now, some may say Jerry has too much free time, and he does, but it did take about 4 years to do that. If you "Yahoo!", you could check out his station sometime.
Highmore's First Gentleman Reads Holabird Advocate
It has taken us a while to do it, but we have finally recognized that Roger Day, Husband of Highmore Mayor, Vikki Day, is a Holabird Advocate Reader. Now, there's no word if the Mayor herself reads it as well, but we assume that if we write anything worth reading, she'll find out about it.
Lance Bass Gay! And You're Point Is?
by Jerry Hinkle, Holabird Advocate Publisher
Let's just say it's getting easier to turn the channel on "Entertainment Tonight" when they report "shocking news" like the fact that supposed singer Lance Bass is gay. Next they will tell us that the world is round, the sky is blue and trees are made of wood.
Actually the big deal is not so much that this dude prefers fellas to girls (how queer is that?) but that he was admitting it publicly. Once again I ask, "You're point is...What?" Anyone who saw how he was dancing in that banana suit on "Let's Make a Deal" last month had to notice how fruity that was. Of course, I believe that everyone in the "singing" group he was in is that way. Oh well? So he's the flavor of the week. Good thing it's Thursday, eh!
Some people will do anything for publicity. There's no telling how many TV shows will feature Lance Bass now, or the newspapers. I wonder how much, if any, internet search engine traffic I'll get from this one article right by itself. I hope it's not much! And yet, here I am writing it. I must be the second most foolish person in the world. Second only to the person who searches for "Lance Bass" on the internet.





Wednesday, July 26, 2006
 
VOL. V Issue 7O
South Dakota Week of Prayer
Day 3- Drying up Fast
It's cooler than it has been, but no more rain since yesterday morning. The weatherman says we could be in for 115 degree temps in central South Dakota in the next few days. It won't take long at this rate for the Garden of Eden to turn into hell.
The Holabird Advocate is looking for a Government official, either elected or appointed, federal or state, to step forward for a "10 questions with..." Segment concerning the drought. We would ask Bonnie Nickleson, but she has been picked on enough already.
Mary Hinkle in the Pink
After having a couple days where she was feeling punky, Mary Hinkle has improved a great deal. Her doctor could find nothing wrong with Mary at her appointment yesterday. Mary even claims to be feeling better today. That is being put to the test as she is babysitting Shelby and Justin Hinkle this afternoon.
Here are three more guesses for the Mystery Tour that she and husband, Harold Hinkle will be on this coming weekend. The International Peace Gardens, the North Dakota State Fair in beautiful downtown Minot, North Dakota, or the Mall of America in Bloomington, Minnesota.
Biker Blows Through Hyde County
Amahia Mallea, Cyclex customer and Mizzou graduate student, is heading home to Minnesota for the summer. The catch....She's doing it by bike. This student of river ecology is following the Lewis and Clark route north to Mandan, ND before heading east into her home state. Self-supported touring at it's purest.
She spent a couple days in the Hyde Couty area. Here is the story of those days:
Day Twenty-Two
Day 22 16 June 2003
Fort Thompson >> Highmore, SD
Days of Indecision
This morning I toured Big Bend Dam which is one of the smaller (if not the smallest) dams on the Missouri River and it creates Lake Sharpe which also is small in comparison to the behemoth lakes above it. I think Big Bend was also the last of the mainstem dams built. Much of the earth for the dam was mined from the bluffs and river bottoms nearby so I assume the scars on the hills are from mining and not slumping (although slumping is a problem).
The Corps of Engineers ranger that gave the tour to me and six people from Tennessee said that he wasn't an engineer. At first he talked (as if from script) about volume, capacity and weight. But as the tour went on, I suspected that he had ecological training. Big Bend Dam employs 12 people and the Corps employs another 15 people who (like our tour guide) work with the tribes, on environmental management projects, and in the recreation areas.
At the beginning of the tour, we stood watching the dam spit the river out from three of the eight turbines. Big Bend does not continuously release water and doesn't use the spillway. Because it is a smaller dam in-between other dams, its primary function is the creation of hydroelectricity on demand. The horn blows and one of the turbines comes on-line, taking in water when power on the grid is needed. The water swirls madly at the dam wall. A drowned swallow floating face down, wings out, was being dragged into one eddy after another. Three fish hugging the dam wall chased the dead bird when it whirled past them. Not far past the whooshing of water at the wall, cormorants dove for stunned or dead fish that have passed through the turbines. Upriver, something has happened to the shad population so the walleye are "skinny," the ranger said, and without the shad the large seagull population usually found around the dam is also absent. The shad make easy prey after passing through the dam. Listening to the dam's rumble and watching the water with the circling swallow made me feel sick to my stomach.
In the dam we toured four different levels, going a full 105 feet below the water surface. These turbines are just huge. The inside of the dam is very noisy and vibrates with the force. Its also a very wet place; water leaks down the walls and into gutters. I pressed my palm to the side of a turbine and felt the river pounding through the steel.
I was tickled to see how employees get around inside the dam. The dam is a big place with smooth concrete floors so they ride bicycles with little carts attached to carry things. Inside the dam I felt lightheaded because there is no fresh air, no breeze; air exchangers circulate oxygen or it would run out.
The ranger characterized the current political climate in South Dakota as unfriendly toward the Corps. The Corps is losing its control over many of the recreation areas as they are turned over to the state or to tribes. There are problems of jurisdiction. For example, the Tailwaters campground that I stayed in is currently to the east of the dam, which would put it in the jurisdiction of the Crow Creek Reservation. However, the campground is historically to the west of the free-flowing Missouri River, which would put it in the jurisdiction of the Lower Brule Reservation. I found it interesting how the ranger sidestepped political issues involving the Corps. At first he seemed a Corps apologist to me, but by the end I thought he was savvier about his thoughts on the future of the river. Several times the ranger said, "These dams could never be built today" which prompted the other folks on the tour to question why. They clearly were not feeling like they had just entered the belly of a beast. The ranger answered that "groups" wouldn't allow it and that public sentiment has changed since the WWII dam building era.
After the dam tour, I mounted the bike and climbed out of the bluffs. (How many times have I said that?) it was already noon and in the 90s. I rode 15 miles and stopped for lunch at Mac's Corner, where highways 34 and 47 meet. For three days now I've been really indecisive about what to do. I need a rest day, but its hard to stay put. The strawberry imperative and the growing desire to be on the farm now have me thinking of the trip in terms of "how many days left?" I got input from the cashier about the possible routes ahead of me. I am on my way upriver to Pierre but learned there was road construction and high traffic areas that is after I get past the 47 miles of hilly nothingness on this hot day. I could also go a short distance north with a side wind to Highmore and let an abbreviated day replace a rest day. That would get me home sooner but would take me away from the river. I sat on the bench at Mac's Corner and weighed the pros and cons.
Finally, I announced to the cashier: I'm off to Pierre! When I got to the intersection, for some reason, I went north to Highmore. But I reconsidered, returned to the intersection and turned west to Pierre. I fought the headwind, noted the increased traffic and the lack of a paved shoulder, but I was committed to staying close to the river. Until I saw that little blue sign: "Next services 46 miles." I returned to the intersection and went to Highmore, South Dakota.
As the name indicates, Highmore is a town on the high prairie. I am 500 feet higher than I was yesterday. With storms moving across the hills, the contrasts are stupendous. The sunny sage and golden colors of the pastures meet the dark, blue-gray clouds at the horizon. This is cattle country and sometimes no farms or trees are visible. I barely beat a thunderstorm into town and the tornado siren went off. I found a park shelter to stay dry in. Later, I learned the siren was for the fire department. If it keeps raining, I might sleep in the shelter.
35 miles logged today.
Day Twenty-Three
Day 23
17 June 2003
Highmore >> Hoven, South Dakota
Rationing Water
A frustrating day with a headwind that kept me at an 8mph average. Temperatures in the 90s and a ride without services had me rationing water.
I ended up sleeping on the picnic table in the shelter last night. Not comfortable, but sure made for ease and speed packing up in the morning. At breakfast I talked to a couple farmers at the convenience store/cafe (bad combination but I go anyway because I've learned cafes are great places to meet people). The farmers told me about wind generators going in near Highmore and they talked about the drought. Irrigation is expensive and only those within two miles of the river can afford to irrigate. For most farmers, the cost of pumping water is prohibitive. Even though I'm 33 miles away from the river right now, it is always with me. The glass of water I had with breakfast came from the Missouri River. The rural water supply for all this area seen in towers across the plains is the river. "They add a little chlorine, but I got used to it and it tastes okay," the farmer said.
I fought the wind all day. So far, on this trip, nothing has brought me closer to tears than headwinds. I can't accept them as a normal and expected part of the trip. Nothing has frustrated me more and a day with a headwind ends up feeling like a "bad" day. The road went straight for 37 miles so I had no respite from the fierce wind. My spirits were lifted a little when I passed a construction crew who made conversation and refilled a water bottle. After 42 miles I came into Seneca, a little town whose only "services" were a pop machine. I got water from the senior community center and went to the park. A woman in a truck drove up she had already seen me out on the highway and waved. Vicki and I talked a long time about life in small towns. Vicki is from Seneca but she splits her time between there and Los Angeles and this gives her more perspective on both places. She works in the faith community and gives time to her church in both her communities. When she was a girl, her parents warned her about the river: always watch where you step and watch your back because the river can change on you. As a young girl, it frightened her that she might walk out to a sandbar, and then the river would sneak up behind her and leave her stranded. This was, of course, the river before it was dammed. She reminded me of my mother and it was uplifting to meet her on a day that I felt so demoralized by the wind.
Seneca has four sirens everyday: 7am, noon, 1pm and 6pm. People need the sirens, Vicki said. They give direction. Sure enough, when the 6pm siren sounded myself, Vicki and the other person who had stopped to chat all jumped into motion. I had to get on my way and they had things to do. I continued north against the wind through wetland areas full of waterfowl. I passed the German town of Tolstoy and from up on the hill could see the spires of the Cathedral of the Plains in Hoven, another German community. As I came into Hoven, I met Joanne and Linda who were out taking a walk. Linda happens to be studying up on Lewis and Clark so she can teach it in the classroom. In about two minutes they were playing matchmaker for me: "Oh, he's single," they would say as someone drove by. They directed me to the city park, commenting that I could probably jump the fence and go for a swim in the pool if I wanted. "It's been done before," they said, laughing.
Miles today: 69
UBS Has Offical Bank
The UBS Network has decided to mag ING Financial Services our official bank. We had thought of making Wells Fargo our official bank, but they've fallen far short of grace. ING on the other hand, has been recently brought to our attention to be a bank which fits the courageous, dynamic model of greatness that we expect to find in everything these days. Best of all, they have an office in beautiful downtown Minot, North Dakota. That's all we need to see for us to say, "Hello ING, goodbye Wells!"





Tuesday, July 25, 2006
 
VOL. Issue 7N
South Dakota Prayer Week-Day 2
Holabird Gets A Little Sprinkle
This morning, the Holabird area got a nice little rain off and on. The official total for the Ponderosa is .12 of an inch. It's not much, but that all we're getting right now. We have to just keep praying. That's all we can do!
Bonnie Nickleson is becoming quite the TV star these days. She's been featured on the drought coverage on both Keloland and KSFY. All of us at the Holabird Advocate are sure she's rather watch it rain that watch television anytime. They never let her talk for too long a time anyhow. Perhaps they fear she will show them up.
Anthrax Returns to Hyde County
Our friends at the Dakota Radio Group report that South Dakota's State Veterinarian has confirmed a case of anthrax in a group of unvaccinated cattle in Hyde County. Dr. Sam Holland says he was called to check out the suspected case of the disease in a pasture of about one hundred unvaccinated cow-calf pairs on Sunday. The state veterinary diagnostic lab confirmed anthrax yesterday. Five cows were initially lost at the site of the outbreak. Holland says the infected herd was to be treated with antibiotics and vaccinated. The dead animals were properly disposed of. Anthrax is caused by spores that are exposed to grazing livestock during climate changes like drought, floods and winds. Holland says the spores can survive in contaminated soil for years, so producers should vaccinate their animals against anthrax. Although anthrax doesn't spread from animal to animal, it can be passed to humans that have contact with infected carcasses.
By the way, the Ponderosa cattle have been vaccinated for Anthax. The only thing you'll get by eating any of the meat is full. Ask our Publisher, he knows if anyone does!
Mary Hinkle Still Punky
It appears that Mary Hinkle had too much fun on her vacation last weekend. She called this morning for an appointment with Dr. Cindy Pochop. After an hour or two worth of waiting they fobbed her off on an underling for a 3 pm appointment.
All of us here at the Holabird Advocate hope and pray that she gets the all clear by this coming weekend for her Mystery Tour. Mostly because they put down a fair amount of norefundablele coin to get on the list. We are also curious as to where they are going. Guesses range from the Royal River Casino in Flandreu to Theodore Roosevelt National Park in Medora, North Dakota.





Monday, July 24, 2006
 
VOL. V Issue 7M
South Dakota-A State Of Prayer
All of us here at the Holabird Advocate had hoped to take today off because of a death in the family, but the business of the living has called us back to active duty. South Dakota Governor M. Michael Rounds has requested a week of prayer for rain, starting today. Whenever anyone puts out a call for prayer, we will answer the call. We just wish it hadn't taken so long. We've been praying for rain for the past two months. Better late then never.
We hope that all of our South Dakota Readers will find time in the next week to pray for rain at least once a day. If you live in another state, one that has all the rain it can handle, pray for $1.50/gallon gas to come back.
Wishing for Fishing is Over
Ken Hansen was wishing for fishing all week. He had some good luck in places, others he did not. He and the Hinkles went to Downstream Oahe this weekend. They did not bring back a fishing report, but Mary Hinkle came back with a slight case of heat exhaustion. It's not all bad, as Harold Hinkle is watering her garden, and she is relaxing for a change. Sunday afternoon temps got up to 102 degrees at one point. That doesn't make very good fishing weather.
The Hansens left the Come Hahn Inn this morning, without the dozens of aluminum cans with the Iowa stamp. Joan Hansen's mission to the Apple Chain mountains will have to do without them this time around.
Death in the Family
by Jerry Hinkle
Holabird Advocate Publisher
As you read earlier, there has been a death in my family. This time, it was someone I never met. And that's the problem. She was my second cousin, Julie Doncheske. She died on my birthday, July 18, in a most horrible manner. She was murdered. I lived in blissful ignorance of her life, and then she died. And she was so young as well, around my age or younger. She was a mother, and a grandmother. What a terrible thing to have happen to anyone like that.
Her funeral will be tomorrow. I won't be going, of course. It's too late to help her anyway. I hope that her immediate family gets the comfort they need in this time of grief. God is there, all they have to do is receive him.





Saturday, July 22, 2006
 













Hello! Good morning, and welcome to this tribute to one of Holabird's greatest people, E.E. Hinkle! Each of these pictures tells the story of a man who lived past 100. In fact, all of the pictures here were taken after his 100th birthday. The last picture displayed is also the last picture that was taken of him while he was living. It's hard to look at, but it reminds us that even living legends must ultimately meet their maker.
The others show a man full of life. A man with the strength that only comes from the grace of God and faith in the healing power of the risen Jesus Christ.
Even though E.E. No longer walks upon the Earth, he's still here. He lives in the hearts of those who loved him, just as Christ lives in the hearts of those who love Jesus. There are lessons to be learned by E.E. and his life. And the way the world is going, we'd better learn them quick!





Friday, July 21, 2006
 
VOL. V Issue 7L
Publisher Still Having Happy Birthday
This afternoon brought quite a birthday surprise for Holabird Advocate Publisher, Jerry Hinkle. The UPS driver delivered The Wreckers debut album "Stand Still-Look Pretty" right to the Ponderosa. It arrived a few days late, but as the saying goes it's the thought that counts. Jerry is amazed that there are people in the world who think enough of him to spend 39 cents to mail a card to him. But this was not a 39 cents delivery. So who was it that thought this much of our courageous, dynamic Publisher. It was his St. Paul Minnesota cousins, The Hansen Family. It featured Kevin, Jaimie, Ethan, and the Hansen he hasn't met yet, Addison. We're quite sure they didn't gift make the gift to get publicity, but that kind of generosity must be rewarded.
Of course, we can't neglect their WB label mates, The Ditty Bops. As you know, they are still crossing Kansas. It has been unbearably hot there, as it is in other places across the country. Ms. Abby was even brought down with a case of heat stroke. They have resorted to starting their bike treks at 4am to avoid the heat of the day, with varying degrees of success. Ms. Amanda has several bug bites among the freckles on her legs. The affected area has been photographed, but all of us here at the Holabird Advocate thought it best to spare our Readers such a gory display. It's literally not a pretty picture.
Jordan Day Engaged
The Highmore Herald Carries an engagement notice for Jordan Day and a young lady from Minnesota. While all of us here at the Holabird Advocate are happy for the couple, some of us still remember Jordan as the nice quite polite little boy that Andy Lennick would spend so much of his childhood with.
Before our Publisher took up the ministry, he played a minister on stage. A minister who presided over a wedding in which Jordan played the groom. A few short years later, life is imitating art for both of them. Except this time it's no laughing matter.
We don't envy the future Mrs. Day. After all, it will be hard to follow in the footsteps of Nadine and Vikki Day. Still if Jordan learns from the example of Corky and Roger Day, they'll do just fine. If they make God the third partner in the marriage, the odds will increase in their favor.
Since E.E Hinkle's birthday is tomorrow, we'll give Jordan the same advice he gave to all who wanted to know how to make their marriage last 60 years. "Listen to each other. Never go to bed angry. And just do the best you can, and leave the rest up to God" We can't guarantee that this advice will work, but it did for him.
Publisher's Notes
by Jerry Hinkle
The Holabird Advocate home office will be closed on Monday. The reason will be made clearer on Tuesday. Tomorrow, being what would have been Grandad's 104th birthday, we will have a special photo tribute to him and his life. So come to the computer on Emorymas with a glass of milk, coffee, orange soda, or even water and raise your glass (or cup) in a toast to the memory of a life well lived.
All of us on the Ponderosa, meaning me, will be having an egg, sausage, toast, and corn flakes for breakfast in the morning. You know, a Cowboy Breakfast. I'll also chase that down with some milk and a reading from The Upper Room. If you can, I hope you'll so the same. The Upper Room part is easy, just go here: http://www.upperroom.org/devotional/





Tuesday, July 18, 2006
 
VOL. V Issue 7K
Publisher's Birthday "Just Another Day"
At 7:38 pm this morning, Holabird Advocate's courageous, dynamic Publisher turned 39. Big deal! David Letterman's mother turns 85 today! Anyhow there has been no real celebration as of yet. There's has been talk of going to the drive-in, or even to Lower Brule and Fort Thompson. Jerry is just comfortable where he is for now. With the temps approaching 100 and fuel approaching $3/gal, that may be best.
Roger and Linda Wurtz, Arnold and Ethel Rittel, and June and Edgar Bentz went to the Reservation to celebrate birthdays for Linda and Ethel. But with the mercury rising to 113, neither Jerry or Mary Hinkle wanted to leave home. If Harold Hinkle was to be perfectly honest, he was pretty comfortable himself at home too!
Among the birthday cards was an autographed picture of W (E.E. Hinkle is surely turning over in the grave about that one) from Ken and Jo Hansen, and a card from Agnes Hahn with a newspaper and cup of coffee theme.
Jerry's birthday was never much of an occasion because it was so close to Emorymas. Now that Emorymas is on a convenient weekend, nobody is coming over. In fact, Harold and Mary are leaving that weekend.
Fishing Wishing May Come True
Ken Hansen is just itching to catch a fish in the upcoming weekend. He is loaded to the gills with bait, up to and including night crawlers and a few dozen ears of corn. This morning he called from Fairmont, Minnesota with wife Joan Hansen and granddaughter Evy Geitzenauer in tow. Harold and Mary Hinkle are debating when to get the camper ready. They'd better not talk too long about it.
Top Ten Birthday Wishes
by Jerry Hinkle
from the home office in
Holabird, South Dakota
1. For Jesus to come and straighten out the whole darn mess!
2. An inch of rain every week until Labor Day
3. To ride across Kansas with The Ditty Bops by bicycle
4. The Ditty Bops album, "Moon Over The Freeway"
5. The Wreckers album "Stand Still Look Pretty"
6. A Digital Video Camera
7. For Kassidee to show up at the Ponderosa by surprise
8. A $64,000 scholarship for DWU
9. Jack Billion elected Governor in November
10. Should Jesus tarry, to live up to age 120





Monday, July 17, 2006
 
VOL. V Issue 7J
SDMRS Pick Us Up-Again
It seems that the South Dakota Magazine Road Stories blog has found something good on our site again. We were worried that E.E. Hinkle's death had caused us to "Jump the Shark". The Holabird Advocate had an average Readership of 35 Readers per day. Since SDMRS linked us up on Saturday, that has jumped to 52 Readers per day.
Anyway, they seem to like the Marla McGeorge submission "Rules for Entering South Dakota". Bernie Hunhoff, who is the Editor and Publisher of both South Dakota magazine, and the site, put us next to a story about a California girl who, according the the Capital Journal, is opening an "Etiquette and Protocol Center" in Harrold, South Dakota, our neighbor to the west. Do you suppose Mr. Hunhoff is trying to tell us something. Well, our Publisher does have trouble keeping his elbows of the table.
As far as "the Rules" go, they were all in fun, of course. Still, All of us here at the Holabird Advocate think that "Don't forget to Wave" is a better slogan than "Great Faces, Great Places". It even beats the motto of the Holabird Chamber of Commerce: "If you want to improve Holabird, don't move here!"
Fire! Fire Everywhere! And Not a Drop of Rain
Several fires were started on the Holabird area by lightning strikes. The Dakota Radio Group reported on fires in the Pierre area as well. The Mitchell area was affected as well.
When a fire was reported yesterday at the Clement place north of Highmore, Darrel Hinkle got his water wagon ready. He along with several area fire departments such as Highmore and Stephan, were chasing fires at the Schuette Land and Cattle company. He eventually ended up somewhere near Faulkton.
Harold Hinkle drew several uneasy breaths, worried that lightning may cause fire a little closer to home. The Ponderosa, however was blessed with a flame free day.
It would be nice to report that rain had put the fire out somewhere. Sadly, we can not do that. Anyone who can report that honestly is welcome to do so. We could all use a little good news!
Holabird Picks Up Sister City
This weekend, on the Holabird Advocate Guest Map, we got our first pin from outside The American continents. Ronabelle Pagliawan, from Catabalogan, Samar, in the Philippines, a very lovely young lady, thought enough of the Newsblog to show us where she was reading from. When asked, she was all too pleased to act as an Ambassador for her city, and country. As fortune would have it, she blogs with Blogger. You can find her website at this address: http://www.ronabelle83.blogspot.com/
How Bad is this Drought?
by Jerry Hinkle
Holabird Advocate Publisher
"We need rain!" Nobody in this area cannot say that they have not heard someone say that. They can also not deny that they have said it themselves at least once. Some have said this is as bad as the 1930s, some have said it was worse. I wonder how they know!
Grandad told me of the time in 1937, when he planted corn along the county line. That corn never got a drop of rain until September. It sprouted and then was killed by frost. I don't know that things are quite that bad as of yet.
And as bad as that is, my dad can top that. In 1976 his corn had no rain that entire year. He dug up a corn kernel to show someone. It still had that poison red dye #2 stuff on it from when he planted it. Now that is some drought! Are things that bad?
I saw that Nick Nemec was at the Zilverberg place harvesting grain. I don't know how his yield was, but if I needed to know, I'd be told. I do know that it wasn't as good as it could have been. Yes, he could have used more rain! He'll get by, and so will the rest of us somehow. The same way that my dad and his dad did, just because they had to, they were tough. And Nick is tough too! He was harvesting in 113 degree heat. Even in air conditioning, that's tough.





Saturday, July 15, 2006
 
VOL. Issue 7I
It's Too Darn HOT!
The Temp hit 108 degrees at press time. The good news is that the wind chill is 107. Thank God for the wind, eh! Keloland has forecasted 111 degrees for Pierre, just as Harold Hinkle did a few days ago. For some prospective, Baghdad's high temp for today was 112 degrees (no word on their wind chill). Phillip, South Dakota is at 113 degrees. Long story short, if you have a way to keep cool, you better be using it, bub!
We were going to but the song "Too Darn Hot" in the South Dakota Songbook, but the words are too racy. We thought the words were, "I'd like to cool with my baby tonight", but they're not!
Corrections and Apologies
Well, it's just like they say "Always get the story from the horses mouth, as opposed to the other end." It turns out that indeed both of Lucille Myers sister are dead, and it looks they will stay that way for a spell. Agnes Hahn hosted Lucille, Pearl Haiwick, Ernie and Virginia Engle, and Mary Hinkle last night. Ernie is the son of Ethel Engle, who is in turn the sister of Lucille Myers. Ethel was the only Haiwick in her generation to be born before her aunt Agnes. This has all been verified by the Greg Myers book, "Your Haiwick Connection". A book that, much like grandma's nightgown, covers just about everything.
Publisher To Celebrate Birthday Early
As most of you are aware, Tuesday is the birthday of our courageous, dynamic Publisher. When asked what he's like to do on his birthday, he replied, "Bike with The Ditty Bops through Kansas". Of course, what he wants to do, and what he actually will end up doing, are going to be totally different.
Tonight the Hinkle family may be going with the Wurts family to celebrate their birthdays at Lower Brule or Fort Thompson. Linda Wurts has already turned 39 this year, but they give folks a week grace period. If they do end up going, Jerry will not gamble. He intends to donate $10 at most, and then he's done. Of course travelling in this heat is a gamble.
Tomorrow the plan is for the Hinkles to pick up a Hot Stuff pizza, then take it to the Come Hahn Inn and eat it before it gets cold. That should not be too hard considering the state of weather here lately.





Friday, July 14, 2006
 

VOL. V Issue 7H
Presenting The Wreckers
For those of you who were getting sick of hearing about The Ditty Bops, we offer you something a little different. The Wreckers is a project that Michele Branch formed with her friend Jessica Harp back in 2004. It has taken them almost 2 years to become an overnight success. We say that because you're never truly famous until they hear about you in Holabird.
Like the Ditty Bops, these two Ladies record for the Warner Brothers label. Their music has both a strength and a tenderness to it, almost at the same time. Their harmony is unmistakable.
Unlike The Ditty Bops they are not involved personally. Branch is married and has a daughter, Harp's domestic situation is unknown to us. Also unlike The Ditty Bops, they were forced to close down the message board on their website because of all of the negative comments they received since it's inception. All of us here at the Holabird Advocate wonder what anyone would have to be negative about.
Holabird Advocate Publisher, Jerry Hinkle, came across the group when a song from their debut album "Stand Still Look Pretty" was submitted for his approval for his Yahoo! Launchcast radio station. That prompted a look at their video "Leave The Pieces". Shortly thereafter, he heard "Leave The Pieces" on KXRB. Earlier this week, he had the chance to see them on "The Late Show with David Letterman". You can check out their website at thewreckers.com/ .
By the way, The Ditty Bops are heading for Kansas.
Haiwick News
We've been a little lax in the Haiwick News department as of late. Pearl Haiwick is moving to an assisted loving home in the Rapid City area. At 93, Pearl is having difficulty with her vision, among other things All of us here at the Holabird Advocate wish her all the best with this new adventure in her life.
Also Harold Hinkle reports that Mary Hinkle went to the come Hahn Inn to see one of Lucille Myers' sisters, who is visiting Agnes Hahn, and brought along her husband. He doesn't know which of the sisters, but our Publisher was under the impression they were both dead. We'll have to reread Greg Myers' Haiwick book, providing we can find it. If Lucille does have a sister that's still living, all of us here at the Holabird Advocate are glad things are looking up for her.
South Dakota Songbook
"Leave The Pieces"
by The Wreckers
1. You're not sure that you love me
But you're not sure enough to let me go
Baby it ain't fair
You kno you just keep me hanging round
You say you don't wanna hurt me
Don't wanna see my tears
So why are you
still standing here
Just watching me drown
(Chorus:)And it's alright
Yeah, I'll be fine
Don't worry about this heart of mine
Just, take your love and hit the road
Cause nothing you can do or say
You're gonna break my heart anyway
So just leave the pieces when you go
2. Now you can drag out the heartache
Baby you can make it quick
You can get it over with and let me move on
Don't concern yourself with this mess you left for me
I can clean it up you see
Just as long as your gone
(Chorus)
You're not making up your mind
It's killin' me
You're wasting time
I need so much more then that
(Chorus)
Leave the pieces when you go
Leave the pieces when you go
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Leave the pieces when you go





Thursday, July 13, 2006
 
VOL. V Issue 7G
Holabird Reaches High of 103
Well, we don't know yesterday's high temp in Pierre, but in Holabird it was 103. Looks like Paul Rollie over at KPLO really knew his stuff. Of course, once the temp reaches 3 digits, it's just plain HOT. If we do in fact see 111 as Harold Hinkle claims, we may have to rethink our position on global warming. That is until it is 31 below on January 15.
Our Publisher found out that not all of the bugs in the Ponderosa pool are dead. At least he has not gotten bit YET.
DWU Reads Holabird Advocate
Our Publisher was as tickled as a movie star with a new divorce to hear that someone at Dakota Wesleyan University has recently read our little Newsblog. Now, whoever did the reading has not exactly rushed to the e-mail to beg our Publisher to rush on over and enroll. Still, they haven't told him to stay away and never come around either. He is hoping that whoever it was reads again, and soon! In fact, the sooner the better!
South Dakota Needs a Drink
by Jerry Hinkle
Holabird Advocate Publisher
on top of the heat, it is very dry in Holabird. In fact, throughout central and western South Dakota, it is as dry as E.E. Hinkle's liver. Keloland has been featuring the effects of the drought on several counties and towns along the Missouri River. There are some ranches that are selling off their herd because of the lack of grass. The Federal Government has low interest disaster loans that will finance waterlines and such, but not even W himself Can make the grass grow.
The sad fact is that we can do nothing to make the grass grow except for prayer. Some of you Readers are already doing that. Those of you who aren't should try it. One might say that prayer doesn't work, but doing nothing sure hasn't helped. So get your knees to hit the floor and let your heart do the rest.
Rules to Enter South Dakota
Submitted by Marla McGeorge
Slightly Edited by Jerry Hinkle
1. Pull up your droopy pants. You look like an idiot.
2. Let's get this straight; it's called a "gravel road." I drive a pickup truck because I want to. No matter how slow you drive, you're going to get dust on your LEXUS. Drive it or get out of the way.
3. So you have a $60,000 car. We're impressed....NOT. We have $200,000 combines that are driven only 3 weeks a year.
4. They are cattle & feed lots. That's what they smell like to you. They smell like money to us. Get over it. Don't like it? I-90 goes east & west.
5. So every person in every pickup waves. It's called being friendly. Try to understand the concept.
6. If that cell phone rings while a bunch of pheasants are coming in, WE WILL SHOOT IT OUT OF YOUR HAND. You better hope you don't have it up to your ear at the time.
7. Yeah, we eat catfish. You really want sushi & caviar? IT'S available at most gas stations where they sell BAIT!!
8. The "OPENER" refers to the first day of pheasant/deer season. It's a religious holiday held the closest Saturday to the 3rd week of October and the weekend after Thanksgiving. Don't plan on anything being open except those places that sell Beer, Gas or Hunting licenses. Don't plan on having a wedding or funeral during this time. Don't like it, see rule #4.
9. We open doors for women. THAT IS APPLIED TO ALL WOMEN regardless of age. We say Thank You, Please, You're Welcome, God Bless You and other phrases are mandatory and not suggestions.
10. Our treasures aren't colored green. They are our children, our parents and our grandparents. OH YEAH....It's not just our's, it's our neighbors children, parents and grandparents too. Touch them and you will know it's "YOUR TIME" and quickly say your prayers!
11. ORDER STEAK or you can order the Chef's Salad and pick off the 2 pounds of ham and turkey.
12. When we fill out a table, there are three main dishes: MEATS....VEGETABLES....And BREADS. We use three spices: SALT, PEPPER, and PICANTE. OH YEAH, We call it a Runza or a Reuben. We don't care what people call that stuff in Malibu. It all originated in the Midwest.
13. You bring "coke" into my house, it better be brown, wet and served over ice. You bring "Mary Jane" into my house, she better be cute, know how to shoot, drive a truck, and have long hair.
14. The SDSU Jackrabbits, DWU Tigers, or USD Coyotes, High School football/Baseball/Volleyball/Basketball/Track/Wrestling/Softball are as important here as the Lakers and the Knicks are too you, but our's are a whole lot more fun to watch.
15. Yeah, we have golf courses. But don't hit the water hazards. It spooks the fish.
16. Colleges? Try SDSU, DWU, USD, DSU, NSU, Black Hills State University or a bunch of others. They come outta there with an education plus love for GOD & COUNTRY and they still wave at passing pickups when they come for the holidays.
17. SO just WAVE if you are a South Dakotan................ :) Always remember what Gen. Eisenhower once said: South Dakota can make it without the United States, but the United States can't make it without South Dakota.
We don't need any more bad influences on our children. We have enough to deal with keeping them safe with the internet and it's information highway and all the other crap you shove down our throats.
Oh Yeah. And WAVE!





Wednesday, July 12, 2006
 

VOL. V Issue 7F
HOT Time In Holabird
With 3 digit temps forecast for Pierre, It may be time for everyone in the area to get into their nearest swimming pool and stay there for a few hours. The Highmore pool used to require a cold shower before entering the swimming area. They wouldn't get an argument today.
Paul Rollie said on KPLO that Pierre would see 103 degrees today. Keloland's Shawn Cable is forecasting 106. UBS Meteorologist, Storm Chaser, says it's gonna be HOT in Holabird. That's all we need to know. Where did we put the ice cream?
Oh by the way, the picture to your left is of Ms. Amanda on the slide at a restaurant in Denver. The reason it's displayed is to illustrate how just how hot HOT is.
Harold Hinkle has heard that it will be as HOT as 111 degrees this weekend. That's right, 111 degrees. That's 111 degrees HOT! But it is supposed to cool off on Monday.
Hanson is Wishing for Fishing
Professor Kenneth L. Hansen, of Waldorf College, will be arriving in Highmore next Monday for some heavy duty fishing. It's not known if he will bring his granddaughter, Evy Geitzenauer, to use as bait. We do know she has expressed interest in coming out to fish in South Dakota.
Mary Hinkle is tentatively planning to have a campout at Fort Thompson. Larry and Bonnie Nickleson already have plans to go camping out at Lake Thompson with Sandy Schupner and her family.
The trip will be rewarding for Joan Hansen, as Reverend Jerry Hinkle of the Universal Life Church will be donating several dozen aluminum cans with Iowa stamps on them to her mission in the Apple Chain mountains, proving he remembers to donate them. Harold Hinkle will help him remember, as he wants them out of E.E. Hinkle's basement for some reason. E.E. Hasn't complained about them yet, but that's not the issue.
Only a Texan Can Afford This
There is word that Bert Caraway has heard of the possibility of naming a city in South Dakota after his wife. A small possibility, but it is there. Would you believe that all Bert said is, "Do you think it would be a good investment?"?
To answer Bert's question, the boys at the Hinkle Brothers Mutual Fund say "No, it's more of a tax write-off ". That's because he wouldn't actually be buying the town. They aren't that desperate yet. Bert could start by naming the park "Virginia City Park"
A Death in the Kennedy Family
We are a little late getting this in, but Joe Kennedy's son, Jacob died in a car accident on the 4th of July. George and Mavis went to Casper Saturday for the funeral. According to Mavis, he was 16 or 17. He was Buck and MaryAnn Kennedy's grandson. They had a good 4th until that happened. A search of the Casper, Wyoming newspaper's website turned up no obituary, and even though were are horribly late, all of us here at the Holabird Advocate wish to offer our condolences and heartfelt sympathy at this time of loss.





Tuesday, July 11, 2006
 

VOL. V Issue 7E
A Flying Leatherneck
Don Hinkle proudly served as a Marine paratrooper in WWII, but his big test came on the blood-soaked ground of Iwo Jima
Written by Ozzie Roberts/Photo by Earnie Grafton
of the San Diego Union-Tribune
Amid a deafening cacophony of high-powered gunfire and artillery booms, black smoke engulfed Cpl. Don Hinkle and boatloads of other frantically debarking Marines.
Through the dark, the 29-year-old squad leader, who was “Pops” to many of the young guys in his troop, clearly saw the Higgins Boat, roaring in behind his, suddenly take a hit, explode and disappear.
He knew there were no survivors.
This was Iwo Jima on Feb. 19, 1945.
Pops, a crack shot from Brookings, S.D., who at 90 is one of the oldest surviving Marine paratroopers, was a jumper for much of his four-year career that began in 1942.
But at Iwo, he was leading his boys on an amphibious and ground action. It was part of the third invasion wave at one of the beaches on the north side of the eight-square-mile plot called “the island of the demons.”
In 36 days of fighting, some 27,823 men – 22,000 Japanese, 5,823 Americans – would be killed; 19,264 Americans, including “Pops,” would be wounded.
Yet he tells you today, in his familiar straightforward way, he never feared he wouldn't make it through. “I'm a survivor,” he says.
On May 26, Don “Pops” Hinkle, who now lives with LaRayne in a comfortable ranch-style home on a hill in Bonita, became a nonagenarian and marked his status as one the oldest of nearly 500 known surviving Marine paratroopers.
The special parachute regiment grew out of a training school and operated from 1940 to 1944, when it was disbanded.
And the greatest irony for Don has always been that he made more than 30 jumps in two years as a Marine paratrooper, but, like nearly all of the 5,000 to 6,000 others in the regiment, he never parachuted in combat.
And his most harrowing war experience – Iwo – came while he was on a ground troop assignment.
“I was first attracted to jumping because of (a sense of) adventure and because the paratroopers were getting an extra $50 a month pay,” he recalls with a grin. “Eventually, I came to love being a paratrooper. But there was just no need for Marine paratroopers in the Pacific.”
Don tells you he took a lot of memorable and meaningful lessons from his war experience. But his time in service was not the sum total of the life of this father of six, grandfather of 11 and great-grandfather of nine. Neither was his 25-year career in civil service, most of which was as assistant fire chief at Rheam Field, a helicopter base in Imperial Beach.
He became complete, Don tells you, when he and LaRayne, the kid sister of that rowdy bunch of Brown brothers, with whom he used to pal in South Dakota, finally looked at each other and realized they were a perfect match.
LaRayne was 15 when that happened on her folks' farm in Oneida; Don was 23. And five years later, they were married.
“He had good manners, and I thought he was a nice, stable guy,” says LaRayne, who, at 81, retains a youthful spirit, and, like her husband, remains active and fit.
“He wanted to be a rancher – he had plans to buy one in South Dakota. I just knew that he and I would be together forever.”
“LaRayne always seemed more mature than all the rest of the girls around,” Don adds.
Postwar, the Hinkles rode the ups and the downs as a team. They ran a farm for a while, and they operated a mom-and-pop service station, all in South Dakota. And when those endeavors eventually failed, he did carpentry and built houses. He started a career in civil service in 1953, transferring to San Diego in 1957. Meanwhile, his wife mostly concentrated on raising the large brood they'd always wanted.
Today, folks living around the Hinkle home in Bonita recognize the congenial couple as gentle, family-oriented people who would do whatever they could to help anyone in need.
They call Don, who still wears a trademark Stetson from his home state, “the mayor of the hill.”
But every so often, especially around February and March, the old soldier recalls cruel Iwo and that sniper's bullet that shot through the meaty part of his right thigh.
He refused to put in for a Purple Heart, not only because the flesh wound was minor and because he didn't want to worry LaRayne, but because the bullet went on to strike and kill a first lieutenant.
The newly arrived lieutenant had angrily refused to heed Don's counsel about trying to avoid drawing the attention of the assassins, who were hidden all over the island, with standing orders to kill American officers.
The lessons from that incident, Don says, remain reward enough. They still help keep him focused on what's really important in life.
The Hinkles say Don's military career ended after the war, when LaRayne considered that Don never got to see their first child until she was 8 months old. “It's either the Marines or me,” LaRayne said.
LIFE'S BATTLES
PASSAGE
Don Hinkle, who was wounded in the fighting after the bloody Marine invasion of Iwo Jima during World War II, turned 90 on May 26 and is one of the nation's oldest surviving Marine paratroopers. He has been married to his wife, LaRayne, for 62 years.
BIOGRAPHY
Don and his wife were born and reared in South Dakota and moved to San Diego in 1957, where Don served as assistant fire chief at a helicopter base in Imperial Beach until he retired in 1978. He and LaRayne have 26 children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Plus, he adds, he had to get back to his beloved LaRayne, his new wife; their first-born baby; and their huge extended clan. Family has always been his sustaining source of life, the former farm boy says.
Ponderosa Pool Provides Cool
With temps going up toward the 3 digit neighborhood, air conditioning can get pretty spendy. But at the Ponderosa, the new swimming pool can cool one off in a hurry. Unlike the pool in Highmore, it is not heated. That cool water sure does feel refreshing. Not right away though. When Jerry Hinkle told his dad that the water in the pool was cold, Harold Hinkle called his oldest son a candy ass. Of course, Jerry spent more time in the pool than Harold, so all of us here at the Holabird Advocate are wondering when he will take a dip.
Paris Comes Clean
Hotel heirhead Paris Hilton has publicly admitted that her "reality" show "The Simple Life" was anything but. In fact, she claimed it was all fake. Of course, all of us here at the Holabird Advocate knew all along that it was a sham, just like everything else about Paris.





Monday, July 10, 2006
 

VOL. V Issue 7D
Hunter and The Harley
Shannon Jurgens reports that her son, Hunter Mees, got to be in the Hot Harley Nights parade that the Make a Wish foundation puts on every year to raise money. As she tells it, "Hunter and Alan rode in a black Corvette, along with 8 other "wish" kids in their "own" Corvettes. Following them were a TON of Harley motorcycles."
Hunter and his brother Houston got to sit on one of the bikes. The owner was nice enough to let them use the bike for pictures. One such picture appears left through the courtesy of Shannon's telephone (isn't the 21st century something) Governor M. Michael Rounds was lucky enough to be in the photo as well. Shannon also tells us that the people who saw Hunter ride by in the parade had said that his big huge smile never left his face! All of us here at the Holabird Advocate are glad he had something to smile about.
In The Valley-Township That Is
Swimming Pools-Blogging Stars
OK, so they're not exactly hillbillies! But the Hinkle family does have a pool, and they use it for swimming. It is an old stock tank with just enough water to drown someone who isn't careful. It also is reported to have a slow leak.
Reverend Jerry Hinkle of the Universal Life Church is considering having baptismal services for those who've never done that, and are looking for an excuse. The baptism is free, but the certificate will cost $36.
The pool didn't cost $300,000, like in Highmore, but it's not heated. There are also dead bugs in it, but then the won't bite you.
Park for Sale- Not so Cheap
by Jerry Hinkle,
Holabird Advocate Publisher
I have been told that the East Park in Highmore is up for sale on E-Bay. A search of that site has turned up only a picture postcard of the Prairie View Motel. If someone can provide me with a viable link, perhaps one of my well-healed Readers will put forth a bid.
Perhaps for enough money, they will consider renaming the town. How does "Virginia City, South Dakota" grab you? I'm sure my Uncle Bert has a few dollars he can spare in such a worthy cause! Of course, Highmore is nowhere near as beautiful as she is, but then she's not 124 years old either.





Wednesday, July 05, 2006
 
VOL. V Issue 7C
America Works on 4th
All of us here at the Holabird Advocate took the day off from our usual work yesterday. A lot of other folks did as well. There were others, however, that did not have the day off. In Pierre, every shop in the Mall was open. As was Walmart, KFC, Pizza Hut, and all the fireworks stands. Doug Hinkle joined the rescue squad to get a stranded boat out of the river, and all of its passengers to safety. Lets not forget about Bridget Deuter in Iraq and Gene Luze in Afghanistan. They put in some working time, we're sure!
If you took the day off yesterday, well that certainly was your right to do so. Thank God you are in a country that you are able to celebrate freedom. If you had to work yesterday, just know this. You were in some pretty good company.
No Word From Kennedys Yet
Jerry Hinkle, Holabird Advocate's courageous, dynamic Publisher has been waiting to here when his cousin, Kassidee Kennedy, will be in Wyoming so he can see her. As it happens, she only has about two weeks vacation before she has to get back to work in Prague.
The Come to Jesus Taxi has been acting up again. Actually it has been acting down. The battery keeps losing power, often at an inopportune rime. Darrel Hinkle blames this on the alternator. Jerry believes that he may have to go to Wyoming by bus, even though there is most likely not a direct bus route from Holabird, South Dakota to Upton, Wyoming.
Another possibility is for Jerry to go along with his sister-in-law Kristi Hinkle when she goes west. This is, of course, providing she goes while Kassidee is home. Jerry has offered to pay for the gas. Truth be told, the bus may be the cheaper option.
How Stupid Can You Be?
We've decided not to do a separate blog to answer the, "How stupid can you be?" question. Instead, we will do segments whenever we find an answer to the question. Our first item is from "The People's Almanac":
It seems that a thief entered a young lady's home, where she was beaten and raped. He then held her at gunpoint, demanding she empty her purse. He discovered that she had only a few dollars. "How do you pay your bills?" he demanded. "By check.", was her shaky reply. The gunman then insisted she write him a $20 check, then raised his demand to $50. "Who do you want me to make it out to?" she asked her assailant. "Charles A. Merriweather!", he proudly declared. When she finished writing she handed him the check. He left her with a threat, "This better be good, or I'll be back!"
Charles A. Merriweather was arrested the following morning still carrying the same weapon. The victim identified him, and the gun.





Monday, July 03, 2006
 

VOL. V Issue 7B
Publisher Remembers When
KGFX Made Him Move It
Today's edition of "My Daily News" from the Dakota Radio Group brought on an involuntary memory of childhood for our Publisher. His Grandmother, Agnes Hahn had a poster like the photo to your left. Interestingly enough, it hung in the downstairs restroom. She also had a poster in the billiard room from KGFX declaring "Grab a chunk of country" That had a scantily clad, but shapely lady and a skinny grizzled old man. The man was grabbing a chunk of the lady's rear end, or at least trying to. Do you suppose Agnes still has those posters somewhere? "Antiques Roadkill" might come to Pierre someday, and that would be an interesting show.
Hinkles Receive Word of Death
Lillian Gronewald called the Ponderosa to inform the Hinkle family of the death of Nora Meyers at age 92. Nora's husband, Ralph Meyers, still going at 94, is E.E. Hinkle's cousin on each of their mother's sides. Ralph had said that Nora was failing when he was informed of E.E.'s passing. All of us here at the Holabird Advocate offer our condolences to Nora's family at this time.
Publisher's Notes
by Jerry Hinkle
I just got done proofreading an article for the South Dakota Magazine's Dakotiana section in the September-October 2006 issue of that excellent institution. It is the article that the magazine's Publisher, Bernie Hunhoff wrote about me and our little Newsblog. I was tempted to publish it here as written, but decided that it will be something we can all look forward to reading.
The home office will be closed tomorrow. Plans are to do whatever we feel like, but going to Yankton is out. Maybe as far as Fort Pierre, but that's it. If there is a way to celebrate Independence, I will find it. I was invited to the Nemec picnic and parade. As far as that goes, I might just stay home and watch fireworks on the tube. That's the wonderful thing about this country. There are all kinds of freedoms, as long as we don't burn down the County
I wish more families celebrated the day like the Nemec family does. Flying the flag, singing the songs of Freedom, and marching to "Stars and Stripes Forever". That just isn't done anymore. And as corny as it may sound, I thank God that it's done here in Holabird! I hope it catches on in America again!





Saturday, July 01, 2006
 

VOL. V Issue 7A
It's That Time of the Month
For Fans of The Ditty Bops
For the benefit of those poor unfortunate souls who are unable to turn the pages of The Ditty Bops Calendar for this year, we have this months installment. Whoever decided this would be the July page must have known that their bike tour would be in full swing. Not only that, but that their bikes would need a little fixing this month as well. It's been reported that tires have been known to go flat on this road trip every once in a while. Chains have also slipped, and in one particular case even busted. That guy also busted his nose, but is alright now, even if he may not look it for a while.
The casual observer will notice that not only are the bikinis missing from this months page, but Ms. Amanda is AWOL as well. One can imagine how well our Publisher took to that. July may not start out to be his month, but with his birthday, and Emorymas, to look forward to, things will turn around.
The Bull Goes on at the Ponderosa
The Hinkle family has been a little behind in their Summer work. One thing they have neglected until this morning was getting the bulls out to pasture. This is usually done on June 23, Harold and Mary Hinkle's anniversary. Ah well! Better late than never. This has been a long awaited event for not only the bulls, but the cows as well
Are You Getting "My Daily News"?
All of us here at the Holabird Advocate have enjoyed "My Daily News" ever since someone sent us a story about First Assistant Fire Chief Doug Hinkle doing his bit to keep Pierre out of the flames, and asked our Publisher, Jerry Hinkle, if they were related. Jerry sent away for a free subscription, and has been a subscriber ever since.
If you want to know what's going on in Pierre, or anywhere else on the globe, "My Daily News" is a valuable tool. They even cover our Publisher's former home town of Minot, North Dakota every now and then. Not even Keloland does that.
"My Daily News" is a free service of the Dakota Radio Group. This is an organization that has supplied us with at least two of our most valuable Readers, Rose Gingrich and Jeri Thomas. Ms. Thomas has been reading our little Newsblog just long enough to get a sense of deja vu. It seems that, from time to time we find a story that she, as KGFX news director, has written, or at least edited, and placed it on our front page without giving credit where it was due. That is going to change from here on out. After all, Ms. Thomas deserves to have her work set apart from the usual stuff we do here. It goers without saying that we can't afford the services of a competent professional of her caliber. We can't even afford an incompetent professional.
And while we're at it, let's make sure that everyone who wants "My Daily News" gets it. If any Reader out there wants their own subscription to "My Daily News" the can log on to the Dakota Radio Group website at www.dakotaradiogroup.com, and you can find out what's going on before Jerry does. They send it through the e-mail from Monday-Friday, and they don't always get it done in the morning, but they've never missed a day. Can your local "Daily" paper say that?
What's A Parent To Do?
by Jerry Hinkle
Holabird Advocate Publisher
I don't talk about it much, but I am a parent again. Every once in a while we get a calf with a mother who either dies or doesn't produce good milk. I had a bull calf that this happened to a few years back that I called Stinky Peterson. The reason for that is obvious for those of us who touch cattle on a regular basis. After a while my niece Brittany called him Rosie White face. It was a more descriptive of his appearance than the smell, as this calf was red with a white face. I fed Rosie and kept him tanked up on water, hoping Johnny Cash didn't hear about the name and write a song about it. "A Bull Named Rosie" might sound like a #1 hit to the C&W crowd. As for what eventually happened to Rosie, well we are eating him. Just the delicious parts, I assure you. Hey, I am the founder of PEDA you know!
But know on to this year! This time it was a black calf. The name I picked was "Roosevelt Franklin" Those who watched Sesame Street with me know why he got that name. OOPS! Did I say he? Well, up until Brittany pointed it out, I thought I had another bull, but she's a heifer. That's when the trouble started. Let me explain.
I've had nothing but trouble with Rosevelt-make that Rosie Velt Franklin since he became a she. Rosie is spoiled. Not by me, but buy all of the "help" my did gives. Right now I am giving her milk, but the ration I'm giving is too small according to Old Yeller. She got full of gas and had scours for a while, so he backed down. But this morning was the topper. My dad doesn't approve of the hand full of hay that I dole out, so he got a big fork full. You know was Rosie did? Well of course not, I haven't told you. Rosie decided to use the best alfalfa that money can buy as a toilet. Right there in the middle of that pile of hay, was a pile of, among other things, recycled hay, so to speak.
Dr. Phil's parenting books don't cover this kind of youngster. I'm not sure what to do. Count my blessings, I guess. At least she hasn't run away from home to live with a bum steer. Maybe, in a couple of years, she'll meet a nice registered Angus bull, settle down, and raise a family. Or I could always just eat her!




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