Friday, September 18, 2026

STORY UNDER A STONE - A. J. Manny Spiekermeier

 This “Story Under a Stone” will feature a person not buried in the Sheldon cemetery, but since he grew up and went to school in Sheldon and ran a hardware business in town, we’ll include him, A. J. “Manny” Spiekermeier. A brother to Paul and Tom, many of us knew him as the town cop who took his job seriously and made us behave whenever he drove around in his red station wagon.


     A letter he wrote to a friend in Sheldon appeared in the Sheldon Progress on December 25, 1942 that told of his activity while in Oregon titled “Life at a Munitions Dump.” On this date the U.S. military had begun stocking war materials in earnest to support our fighting forces. His obituary states he had joined the navy in January that year and been assigned there for a time. He went on to serve on submarines patrolling near the Japanese coast, including the USS Sailfin. This might have been a misprint because the Sailfin had been damaged before the war, but one called the Sailfish was in active combat receiving credit for sinking or damaging thirteen Japanese ships. Perhaps a family member can bring light to this.


     American submarines played a pivotal role in the Pacific by targeting Japanese merchant shipping and warships, dramatically crippling Japan's supply lines.  American submarine warfare proved decisive in undermining Japanese naval capacity and commerce. 


     While any service member experiencing combat doesn’t realize it at the time, he or she is living and leaving a story for us to wonder at years later. In later years Manny and his family relocated to Belle Fourche, SD, worked as a maintenance engineer in a hospital, and died in 1996. Burial took place in the Pine Slope Cemetery, Belle Fourche, SD.





Friday, September 11, 2026

September 11

 Twenty-five years ago the Twin Towers in New York City fell … I am saddened by the deaths of Wendell Berry, Dolly Parton, even Gloria Steinem … I keep wondering why they’ve built so many data centers so fast? Will they make my life better? … 40 trillion $ in debt, I can’t even imagine … Climate change is real. New York Times ran a chart showing the last decade in our part of the country where we averaged 32 days over 90 deg. compared to the previous decade with 20 days average over 90 … Tariffs have made enemies besides raising prices for us … 

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Notable quote from David McCullough - “It is sad but true that we are raising a generation of young Americans who are to a large degree historically illiterate.”  There are those who don’t believe the Holocaust occurred or that dinosaurs once roamed the earth or that we landed on the moon or that vaccinations work or that election results are real or that we need government … 

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September 11, 1958 - 68 years ago - Newspaper clipping - I share the date but not the year of the Twin Tower tragedy with my personal one. My life hinged on this event, but so many other lives fared much worse.




Monday, September 7, 2026

Story Under a Stone - Vincent “Vin” Meierotto


Today we’ll salute a man I greatly admired and is deserving of inclusion here. Unfortunately, many who read this do not have a living memory of him, so hopefully we can describe him in adequate terms. His grave marker can be found in the Sheldon Cemetery with the simple inscription “Vincent Meierotto 1903-1972.”  

     Without a picture of him in your mind, his severe physical handicap doesn’t appear.Vin went about living each day with a withered leg and arm on one side of his body. I don’t know the cause of his condition, whether it originated in birth, injury, or illness. Three of his sisters married into the Spiekermeier family, i.e. Laurence, Herman, and John, and possibly facts of it can be commented on by one of their descendants. 

     I remember him working at Eph’s garage where he fixed flat tires. Yes, I said he fixed flat tires. He would lay the tire flat to the floor and take up two iron bars with which he showed a mastery of manipulation. He would jam a flat end of one bar into the rim and lean into it breaking the bead. A practiced expert at working his way around the tire, he soon had access to the tube to pull it out. If there would have been such a thing as a contest fixing tires, he might have won with that one hand constantly tucked into his pocket.

     Noon time found him limping over to Ida’s Cafe for dinner and limping back again when he finished. He lived his life as independently as he could, and overcame his frailties with poise and self-assurance. When I close my eyes and find him in memory, he is reaching over to lift a bib overall strap that had slipped off his sloped shoulder and fallen to his elbow. Vin was a quiet man who minded his own affairs, another person who made his way into the fabric of the community.




Monday, August 31, 2026

RANDOM THOUGHTS, Monday, September 1, 2026


This year marks the 100th anniversary of NDSU’s introduction of Ceres Wheat, a rust resistant, high yielding grain … Speaking of NDSU, the Bison football team won their first game in a higher league — play a full season before we brag … I love Dolly’s song “Light of a Clear Blue Morning … 80 degree temps and dry conditions hang on … Is baling wire still a thing? … On September 1, 1939, German forces under the control of Adolf Hitler invade Poland, beginning World War II … Pembina is the oldest town in North Dakota …  The future of water availability looks bleak for some/many highly populated areas … New telescope launched into space to look deeper, wider, and in more detail than ever, so hard to wait for pictures … 21 universities in Canada have poached dozens of research scientists from U.S. universities (easy pickings, I hear) … To hell with Argentinian beef, we buy ours from a North Dakota sandhills ranch … 

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A Well-Worded Quote: “Win or lose, be a good sport.” Bill Weaver regularly signed-off from his sports show with those words. If I remember correctly, he also added a good-bye wink. These words have stuck with me since spoken in the 1960s. We can only wish they were taken to heart by everyone, not just athletes.

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Mary doesn’t have garden spot, but she went ahead and made a flower garden anyway.




Friday, August 28, 2026

Story Under a Stone - Cliff Black

Story Under a Stone - Cliff Black


While attending the recent Community Day event in Sheldon, I took pictures of the veteran photos attached to the wall in the community hall. There are many stories the faces on that wall could tell, but few of them left much information about their service in uniform. It so happened the granddaughter of one of them was sitting close at hand, so by the simple process I use for selecting the next subject for a “Story Under a Stone,” I chose her grandpa, Cliff Black. He, by the way, did leave a diary of his time serving in World War I, so we can draw in part on that.


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A book titled Ransom County’s Loyal Defenders lists all of our county’s World War I participants and includes Cliff Black. In it his brief biography tells us he ended his service as a private first class with Co. C, 303rd Field Signal Battalion, 78th Division, a unit that fought in St. Mihiel and the Meuse-Argonne. A signal battalion’s primary job was maintaining combat communications under direct fire. They ran telephone lines between headquarters and front-line trenches, or flew carrier pigeons with messages or sent human runners to maintain lines of communication with headquarters and the front lines.
Cliff demonstrated the ability to write well and left us an informative diary he composed while in active service. He enlisted in the army along with a few others in Lisbon on February 13th, 1918 and soon headed to Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, then on to Camp Dix, New Jersey. Their trip continued to England landing in Liverpool, England; boarding crowded trains; crossing the English Channel on a large barge; and setting foot on European soil near Calais, France.
Company C was an “outpost company,” which meant this small group found themselves very near the action on the front lines where their job was to furnish information about the enemy to the commander. I found an interesting document on the internet, a service record booklet titled “The Journal of Exploits of Company C: 303rd Field Signal Battalion.” Curious as to whether Cliff’s name would appear, I found it at the end where all members of the company can be found. Cliff’s was home address - R.R.F.D. No. 2, Sheldon, N. D., entered service on 2-24-8, promoted to private first class 6-1-8, gassed 10-20-8. His name was alongside Leo J. Billing, Lisbon, N. D., listed as killed. Two other names in Company C with whom Cliff enlisted were Harvey Cole, Enderlin and Francis McCann of Verona.
Food was an issue, and apparently the food including the steaks prepared by the cooks tasted fine, that is until they discovered the steaks had been cut from the carcasses of the dead horses which covered the battlefields.
Returning to his diary entries, he wrote of an early incident that shook them. One man turned on a flashlight for a short time, an act for which their captain ordered them to get up and move out, immediately. And immediately did the German spotters direct artillery down on them. Next morning they noted that their campsite had been totally destroyed.
When the order came to attack on September 26th, the battlefield filled with its sights, sounds, and smells of death and destruction. His quote came through clearly, “There’s no use to try to tell you of the things that happened; it just couldn’t be done. The best writer or orator could never make it clear to you, dear reader.”
Another quote from his diary outlines what he and his fellow soldiers experienced: “Death and destruction had tramped through ruthlessly, leaving in their wake the muddy clay trenches, strewn with tangled barbed wire, mangled bodies of our buddies and those of the enemy, unused ammunition, guns, shattered dugouts and desolation, with shell holes everywhere.”
There’s no need to list everything from his several pages of diary since the reader can find the diary in its entirety in the history titled Sheldon, North Dakota: 1881-2006 - 125th Anniversary. We can only imagine what the soldiers went through on these battlefields, but the family and friends waiting back home for news suffered, too. The army sent this letter to Cliff’s parents - “Mrs. J. E. Black, Route 2, Sheldon, ND. Dear Madam it is with the deepest regret that we inform you of the ‘missing in action’ on the Argonne Front, of your son Clifford R. Black, Co ‘C’, …” It must have been a happy occasion when they found out he was alive and coming home. He went on to work 30 years for the Soo Line railroad out of Anselm.
A few facts of the war gathered from Edward Lengel’s book state that before the U. S. entered the war we were woefully unprepared with only 137,000 men in the regular army who carried out-dated weapons. The Meuse-Argonne “sucked in 1.2 million American soldiers, leaving 26,277 of them dead and 95,786 wounded. Almost all of these casualties came in a period of about three weeks of heavy fighting…”

Tuesday, August 25, 2026

WELL-WORDED

 WELL-WORDED

I enjoy reading Clay Jenkinson’s essays. Today, on his “Listening to America” site he laments the Death of the Letter. Short messages, sometimes coded, sent digitally have replaced it. We have a few old family letters saved that have become valuable assets in defining who we are and from where we have come. When I run across a well-worded idea in a written piece, I might copy it down.

    “Now, the hour had come for him to mobilize the English language and send it into battle.” said Edward R. Murrow re Winston Churchill shortly after he rose to leadership of England in WW2. Churchill was known for his ability to stir people to action with the power of words; he was a master in his use of the English language.  

     Jenkinson is pretty good himself in his use of the English language. We’ve seen him appear several times in Ken Burns historical documentaries, and his responses are always well-worded. 




Saturday, August 22, 2026

Community Day - Aug 22, 2026

 Pleasantly surprised today when we visited Sheldon and found a large turnout for the festivities at the Community Day. We started early with the Lions breakfast and then started looking at some of the vendors who had set up their tables. A few garage sales needed checking. While at the first sale here came a westbound train of grain cars. This train was a long as any I’ve seen come through Fargo - two diesel engines pulling and a single engine at the rear. I’ve counted 120 cars in long trains at Fargo and I think this one was about the same length. Garage sales yielded a few gets and then to main street for the classic car show. Here again surprised, I counted about three dozen shined and polished cars on both sides of the street. Among them sat Mougey’s nicely restored 1948 Chevrolet cab-over truck that we often saw around town. In the park a pen filled with animals was a draw for the young ones. A dozen or so Nigerian Dwarf goats bleated, maybe begging to be picked up and petted. A little dog in with them kept thinking he needed to herd the little goats making it a constant riot of motion. Many other activities were planned. One physical “get” I brought home with me were the snapshots I took of Sheldon’s veterans’ portraits that have been attached to the south wall. Lots of activity filled the day, I think a street dance would end the day. Just maybe the movers and shakers down there have started something  that will hopefully continue for a few years. I’ve always thought that even though Sheldon doesn’t have much for businesses, it possesses a strong community identity that has not diminished.

STORY UNDER A STONE - A. J. Manny Spiekermeier

  This “Story Under a Stone” will feature a person not buried in the Sheldon cemetery, but since he grew up and went to school in Sheldon an...