Food allergies are on the rise everywhere and chances are you know someone with food allergies. Three and a half years ago my son was diagnosed with a peanut allergy at the age of 2½. He has never had an anaphylactic reaction, but has an Epi-Pen (which is an epinephrine injector) just in case. I have learned a lot about food allergies in that time, particularly on how to read a food label. If you don’t habitually read ingredient labels, take a look the next time you go grocery shopping.
A mother sings a lullaby as she cradles her infant. The melody echoes from the voices of her mother and grandmother as they rocked their babies. A mother smiles and hugs her little girl, saying she is a chatterbox just like her Aunt Judy. A mother pulls the lemon jelly roll recipe from the box of tattered, hand written cards as she prepares the special dessert for Easter dinner, just as her grandmother did.
Each week, all over South Dakota, groups of boys and girls gather in community centers, living rooms, church fellowship halls and school gymnasiums, where they recite a pledge. It goes, in part, “I pledge my head to clearer thinking, my heart to greater loyalty, my hands to larger service and my health to better living.”
Over a century ago in 1879, a man by the name of Adam Royhl decided to make his way west to the Dakota Territory. At age 21, the pioneer left his family and everything he knew to pursue the opportunities in what would become South Dakota. Royhl traveled from his home in Wisconsin to Marshall, Minn., by train, and then made the journey to Arlington by foot. As he walked, Royhl depended on the kindness of strangers for food and shelter, and he spent one night sleeping on a haystack.
Your decision to include, or exclude, the next generation in your family business can mean the difference of whether your ranch survives or fades away, when you are ready to (and desire to) retire. Young adults need to be educated in the knowledge of the family’s assets – financial, vocational, and historical – to create an enduring legacy that is not only chosen by your children, but continues to be valued by them.
Teens are at far greater risk of death in an alcoholrelated crash than the overall population, despite the fact they cannot legally purchase or publicly possess alcohol. On the average over the last five years, one-fourth of the deaths in motor vehicle crashes occurred when a teen driver had a BAC (blood alcohol content) of .01 or higher.
Occasionally, I work with a family wishing to forgo the printing of the death announcement, a.k.a. obituary, in the newspaper. Before becoming a funeral practitioner, I, as these families, thought obituaries unnecessary and a bit obsolete, especially if the decedent’s circles of friends and family were small. I have a rather small group of immediate and intimate friends and family, and have thought in the past, that when my time comes, the printing of an obituary would be unnecessary. After becoming a funeral director and working with families for a few years, my opinion of the necessity of an obituary notice, printed in the newspaper, has most definitely changed. It is a small bit of money, very well spent.
The recession brought tougher times for young adults across the nation. More people than ever are attending technical schools and colleges, but when they finish, some are having a difficult time finding jobs and repaying student loans. While this has been a national phenomenon, the prospects for a young graduate are much, much better in South Dakota for a number of reasons.
Emily led the group of five into the Mule Barn, through the coffee shop itself, and into what is known locally as “the banquet room” when it isn’t being used for storage. Fraternal groups representing several animals used it monthly, and the Rotarians and Kiwanians weren’t unknown there, either. But this was different. As Emily led them into the room and told them to please sit together at the one long table, they could see that Dewey was already here, standing at the head of the table and greeting each with a handshake and a grin.
There’s a buzz circulating in smalltown USA, and I’m not talking about Justin Bieber’s birthday. I came across a new item at the grocery store. There, between the strawberries and pre-cut watermelon, sat an unassuming bag containing three fruits. At first glance, I thought they were apples because that’s what they looked like. Then I saw the label: “grapples.” I read the word with a short “a” so it rhymed with, well, apples. The association seemed pretty obvious.