The Ekalaka Eagle - Your Community Builder

Many years ago I met this woman, I had drove off the road from Ekalaka Park, Ted and her drove us out to get my yellow pickup back on the road, It was an embarrassing way to meet, but Darlene was a woman of humor, and all was good, we laughed,...

I haven’t been stuck in the mud for some time, Yes that old ‘gumbo’, such treacherous stuff, The vehicle would be wrestled with, so rough, When in this slick clay, try avoiding the grime. You might high-center...stuck, it seemed a crime, One...

This last summer I walked the streets where once, I drove a maroon colored Mercury, Up and down Main, it was so endlessly, Good to kids back then, an accepted stunt. Learning to drive on icy street, no fuss, It was as fun as fun might always be,...

The Miles City tournament back then, We students looked forward to it, excite, It, a taste of adult’s freedom, of nights, Where we, as teenagers...no books...nor pens. We’d go to the games, to watch our own men, Playing against Sacred Heart, a...

This time of year is like accidentally grabbing the electric fence, In its way of making memories flash within our minds - the shortly lit days of our holidays - memories which are often intense, I think back upon my Carter County Thanksgivings and...

I arrived back in town on a hot July afternoon some days ago, A passed brother-in-law to remember - and a town with new construction - with obvious determination - grit and goals, And Mother Nature seems to be giving another of her serious tests,...

Fourth of July at Belltower Hall - back - when growing up, I recall that it was fifty dollars worth - and it may have increased after the initial startup, But it was such a great time for a kid - firecrackers and sparklers - and booms and spark...

My father’s family is traced back to West Virginia, which was still Virginia when my great-great and great-grandfather lived there before moving west. There are Curry/Currey family reunions in West Virginia to this day. I was told by a cousin...

This is the end of my project. I rounded off the twenty eight students up two more. There were others I went to school with in those eight years in Ekalaka. A boy with the last name Black who was the doctor’s son for example. But my memory of...

I wrote some of the following from a building at the University of Montana where I go to write sometimes. The sight of the studious young people are an inspiration. And I did attend one quarter here in 1974, although I graduated from MSU, so I am a...

Some more thoughts about past classmates, from the CCHS class of 1974. Giggles, Integrity, Lovably Snide, Competitor and Respect Again a look at some from our small class, Yearbook thoughts, help me in my chosen chore, Photos forty eight years, back...

Some more of my pseudo-sonnets for my class of 1974 in the old white high school building, for this week. I haven’t gotten bogged down yet within writer’s block gumbo. When you write what you know, or at least what you think you know, the words f...

Part II or Barnett’s Blue Bike Broke Badly Five more from seventy four, my thoughts, I’m trying to retrieve from my account, Some old coins covered thick in dust and fraught, My memory rabbit hole caved, no doubt. But enough cream rises it...

The following is my first of five poems of twenty-eight I’ll write for all members of my Carter County High School class of 1974. I’m writing in alphabetical order. One must write when the faculties still exist. The poems are entirely from my...

I originally wrote this for my hometown newspaper, in which I try to avoid politics to some length. With this below I thought that it all needs to be said straightforwardly, and politics unfortunately is interwoven deeply into the matter at hand,...

Editor’s note: The following poem was written and submitted by Erwin Curry, former Carter County resident....

Chorus: The jaws of a beast, One looked at when entering. The man who created it, Marshall Lambert - small town genius. He only walked to work, striding away. Mr. Lambert was a true American. I sat up front, In Sophomore science class. Talk of early...

My father, a Carter County rancher, would be anxious each November when he would sell his calves, about 100 miles away to the livestock ring in South Dakota. A good price would allow for another year of operation. In my research I came across a...