GJ History

Nearly every little girl and a small percentage of boys that ever took tap or ballet in Grand Junction were given those lessons by Jeanne Harper. The Jeanne Harper Studio of the Dance turned out some pretty fabulous little toe dancers and I was not one...

As the old saying goes, “A picture says a thousand words.” That is true indeed and as you can tell from my columns, I use pictures a lot to tell my stories. If a photo says so much, an old advertisement tells more about “The Way We...

I was the Auction Queen! The year was 1986. I was newly back in town from having lived away for eight years. Not that far away, Craig and Montrose, but far enough to have missed my family.

Once upon a time in Grand Junction, when there was not a paved street, an inter-urban trolley, or automobiles, there were two people — an actor and a young woman who, though strangers to one another, would be forever linked by one of the true gems...

I'm, getting to know a lot about Fruitvale. Kim Sutherland and John Hocker jumped right in and not only told me a thing or two but they pointed me in many directions. I also had calls from Jeanine Sisler Kendall, Gordon Strain, Ernie Satterfield and Carl...

After the Civil War, as many families were moving across the Great Plains to a better life “Out West,” every young boy and many a young girl wanted to be a “Cowboy.” That's when great herds of cattle were being driven across the...

He's tall. Ramrod straight. An old soldier now. He is a Purple Heart veteran of the big war in Europe that ended 68 years ago.

I have to start this week's column by apologizing to my readers and as Helen Spehar would put it: “You really flubbed that one.” Debbie Brockett corrected me. God bless her attention to detail and I really should have known better. The Post...