Friday, October 23, 2026

Story Under a Stone - Joseph E. McGrath


     Someone like me who has not seen combat will not pretend to describe it. My only basis of experience, aside from reading historical books, has been from snippets of conversation or  films.  Movies stray far from the truth and the emotions experienced by the participants. One movie, Saving Private Ryan, might come closest to the mark from which I’ve heard stories of some veterans who were unable to watch and had to leave the theater with their horrific memories revived.

     Many veterans around home that we knew and whose pictures hang on the wall in the community center went through battlefield hell in the particular war they fought in. It was common knowledge around Sheldon that Joe McGrath experienced hellish combat as a paratrooper as he jumped into World War II battlefields. So many specifics about his service could not be found, but with some deep digging we can draw a partial picture of his years in the army. 

     After he died, the story was told that upon opening a drawer in his house family members found several medals for service and for bravery. Those medals included a Bronze Star, a Purple Heart, a Presidential Unit Citation, a European Campaign Medal, and a Good Conduct Medal. 

     The Bronze Star Medal was awarded for heroic or meritorious achievement or service in a combat zone during military operations against an armed enemy. The Presidential Unit Citation was awarded to his unit that performed under extraordinary, hazardous conditions that clearly set them apart from every other unit in the same campaign. It is rarely awarded and is reserved for units that perform remarkably dangerous, difficult, and heroic missions in battle. Circumstances for his award of the Purple Heart could not be found.

     After looking through rosters of paratroops in the 82nd and 101st airborne,  his  name appeared - Joseph E. McGrath - as a member of the 82nd Airborne Division, 507th Parachute Infantry Regiment (PIR), Company B. That group jumped at least twice, once on D-Day and another near the Seine River in Germany. The rest of the time he probably slogged along on foot.

     It must have been quite an experience for him, heavily-loaded down with gear, to climb aboard his plane and fly to a drop zone.  That early morning over 800 C-47s transported 13,500 American paratroops to jump on D-Day. One of them wrote that when airborne he looked out a window to a remarkable sight and said, “There were so many planes that you could almost walk across them.” Then when he looked down he saw with further amazement the huge fleet of ships in the English Channel on their way to France.

     Joe McGrath’s plane with the number 32837 painted on the tail, was headed to a designated spot west of the Merderet River, but heavy clouds and smoke from German anti-aircraft fire complicated navigation for pilots. He and his fellow plane occupants landed about 2:00 a.m. on June 6th in deep water marshes near St-Mere-Eglise. Luckily, he survived and waded out, but some of his fellow-soldiers didn’t. 

     After regrouping they were given the task of taking and defending a strategically important bridge at La Fiere where they fought in a brutal battle lasting for several days. Without control of the bridge, American forces would not have been able to advance from the beaches. It cost. Nearly 250 American lives were lost here. This fight earned them the Presidential Unit Citation. The battle in this spot was probably “the bloodiest small-unit struggle in the experience of American arms,” according to one military historian. (The last scene in the movie “Saving Private Ryan” where Tom Hanks’ character fought and died was here.)

     Joe’s outfit entered another big battle when Hitler decided to start a last counteroffensive in the Ardennes. The Germans had waited for bad weather conditions with clouds and fog to prevent the Allies from using their superior air force. Then on December 16, 1944, The Germans successfully pushed the Allies back into that bulge found in any battle map. When the weather  cleared, however,  the Americans brought their air power into force and started a counterattack. By mid-January 1945 a lack of fuel forced the Germans to simply abandon their vehicles, a fact fatal to Hitler’s thoughts of victory. On 25 January 1945 the battle was over. The Battle of the Bulge was the costliest operation ever fought by the U.S. Army, counting 10,733 American soldiers  killed and 42,316 wounded. 

     One more parachute jump came for Joe. On March 24, 1945, the largest airborne assault in history saw 16,000 men dropped on the east bank of the Rhine River to support the Allied crossing there. Here they captured the town of Diersfordt, and overran a German headquarters. Six weeks later Germany surrendered.

     Most of the facts of Joe’s actions in WW II could not be found. For instance, why did he earn the Bronze Star and how was he wounded to earn the Purple Heart. Maybe someone out there knows and can respond.

     With an honorable discharge, he came home to live out his days. Matters at home needed tending to. Manufacturers started making cars again, but roads had become neglected and needed attention. He bought a gravel truck and drove many miles while dumping the much needed gravel on road surfaces.

     The McGrath family made a strong contribution to the war effort. In September, 1943 the Fargo Forum featured four of them under a headline “4 McGraths of Sheldon Serve.” We will continue with their story next time. 

     As an aside, another Sheldonite, Mike Ranney, was a member of the 506th PIR Regiment of “The Band of Brothers.” He and Joe probably did not cross paths during the war.


He's in there somewhere.

La Fiere Bridge where a bloody battle was fought













Tuesday, October 20, 2026

I Hunger for Lefse

 There is nothing profound here…

Fresh lefse brings me on the run
Some like it with sugar and cinnamon
I like thick butter smear
Just watch it disappear
Then I’m ready to grab another one.
…
At first you roll out the dough
At least that’s what I’ve been told
Make it thin
with a rolling pin
Fry it on the stove and... magnifico!
…
Lutefisk and lefse - ya, ya, ya
It all follows an ancient formula
Find a church supper
Find words to utter
This is good - ooh, la, la.

Friday, October 16, 2026

Limits of Language

 Lynn Bueling

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My college English major (VCSU '64) sensibility loved the BisTrib's editorial today about restoring civility. In part it said, "We need to do a better job of teaching the language. We need a larger vocabulary. Too often we fall back on nasty words because we don't know how to make a civil argument. We lack the words and rely on stringing together insults to make a point." It couldn't have been better said.

Story Under a Stone (but where’s the stone, where’s the grave?) October 16, 2026


Here’s a story so unique that readers might wonder if it is true. It was passed down from a Sheldon area historian named F. A. Baguhn. We’ll repeat it in his words but will take it further as the story progresses. The following is printed using Baguhn’s words

     At countless little cemeteries in the state the day before Memorial day, farmers, their wives and children were pulling weeds, working flower beds, planting fresh blooms and placing bouquets. A visit to one of these, a reading of some of the markers over the graves of pioneers was followed by a trip by this writer to an old farm and to the telling of this story about an unknown child who lies in an unknown grave.

     The place was in the sandhill country southeast of Sheldon, in Ransom County. In the year 1872 two families, the H. R. Wards and Oscar Wards, and a relative, a Mr. Griffith, were haying and trapping along the Sheyenne. A man came and asked them to go to his cabin three miles away the next day to help him bury one of his children.

     About 15 settlers came for the funeral. When they got there they found the father had built a coffin of rough lumber and had dug a grave under a tree. The coffin was in the house, resting on some home made stools. The parents and several other children were at hand. The settlers walked to the coffin and the little body. Then moved back and stood looking at each as much as to say “what are we to do next.”

     Then the door opened and two children entered, a boy of about 16 and a girl of 14. They were children of a French half-breed family about a mile away. They stopped near the door for a few seconds, looking at the settlers wonderingly. Then they walked to where to where the coffin rested, dropped on their knees, made the sign of the cross. Each repeated a few words in a language those assembled could not understand. They arose and stood with heads bowed.

     One of the men motioned and the group carried the coffin to the grave. At the side of the grave were other stools to rest the coffin on. When all was ready there was another pause and again none seemed to know what to do. The little half-breed girl was standing next to the coffin, looking from one to another as much as to say, “Don’t you know what to do?”

     The settlers stood mute in their hopelessness. The little girl sensed what they wanted. She knelt and offered up one of the finest prayers many there had ever heard. With her brother she sang two verses of a hymn. It made a profound impression on those who looked on. Everyone who saw and heard the little girl and her brother that day left better men and women.

…    …   …     

     The Wards, who were among the witnesses of the little boys’ burial, told this stirring episode in which they became involved some years later. The Ward family left Owego and traveled with wagons pulled by oxen and a small herd of cattle to the Bismarck area. H. O. (Henry) Ward then wrote the story of traveling from Bismarck to the Black Hills with a herd of beef to sell to a growing market of miners for their appetites.

     Along the route they camped one night at a location known as Big Meadow Creek where they were attacked by Indians who wanted to take the beef herd for themselves. They did get away with some, but a gunfight ensued and George was killed. With no time to mourn, they buried him wrapped in two new blankets. They went on to arrive in Rapid City with some spreading out to Crook City.

     Another party followed and reported that they camped at Big Meadow and found George’s body had been dug up by Indians who stole the blankets wrapping him and left him there on top of the ground. Those travelers reburied him. On the return trip to Bismarck the Wards looked for his grave but could not find it on account of there having been so much traffic trampling the ground and erasing any sign of its location.

     Two stories and no stones mark the graves. History tells us that this wasn’t unusual in those old pioneering days.

Thursday, October 15, 2026

Northern Narratives

 Last evening we attended our first "Northern Narratives" gathering sponsored by the Fargo Public Library. They annually choose and publish poetry, stories, and photographs from submitted work. They chose two of mine - The Gettysburg Battlefield and A Homestead Mother - and included them in a fine volume. The pictures show me presenting one of them to the large crowd and the other is the photography winner with a picture of her son not knowing what to do with the frog on his shirt. We'll post a video later today.



IKE MILKS THE COW


After visiting the Eisenhower Presidential Library and Museum in Abilene, Kansas, I wanted to find a souvenir of the visit. The gift shop featured a nice variety of books where I had no trouble finding one - EISENHOWER IN WAR AND PEACE by Jean Edward Smith. Several reviewers consider it one of Ike’s best biographies.
We know about Eisenhower’s contributions to military and political life, but his story includes some of the simpler things in life, too. After the invasion of Europe had gotten well under way, he decided to relocate his headquarters from England to Normandy. In appreciation for the gift of liberation, some local farmers offered him a milk cow so he and his staff could enjoy fresh milk.
Smith included a humorous anecdote about the general’s staff members trying to milk the cow. Ike’s mess sergeant along with two others didn’t to know the technique of milking a cow. He said, “Each of us tried, pulling, squeezing, massaging, but we couldn’t get a drop.” Then Ike came on the scene and asked what was going on. When he learned they couldn’t get any milk from the cow, he sat down on the stool and began to milk it. After filling the bucket he stood and said, “You city slickers have a lot to learn.”


Saturday, October 10, 2026

Wildlife Puzzle

 Mary's latest. She said this was the hardest 1000 piece that she's done. But it's a good one.



Story Under a Stone - Joseph E. McGrath

     Someone like me who has not seen combat will not pretend to describe it. My only basis of experience, aside from reading historical bo...