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Be thankful, don’t take anything for granted

by John Suhr

Thanksgiving is just that, a day to give thanks.

I know for some it may be difficult to come up with something, but if one really thinks about it there are a lot of things to be thankful for.

Some of the things we should be thankful for are right in front of us and those are the most difficult to see and recognize.

For me it is family and friends. It is those people around me and close to me who too often get overlooked. And I’m thankful for them to be a part of my life.

It is those people who keep us moving forward and a daily reminder why we look forward to getting up and doing it all again.

It is also a time to be thankful for the people who may have been a part of my life for only a short time because one of us moved or may have passed on.

It is those memories, the smile they showed, the words of encouragement, the helpful hand or even those embarrassing memories that we can remember and even laugh about if it is inside of us.

It is a time to be thankful for our health no matter what kind of shape we are in.

It’s time to be thankful for what we do in life. Be it our job, volunteerism or whatever. No matter our profession, or no profession at all, each and every day we have an opportunity to touch someone’s life in one form or another.

I am thankful for the people I remember who may have stopped and talked and expressed their feelings, not even knowing them, but they wanted to let me know how this area has affected them to the good and not so good.

The Webster Ministerial Association is putting on a two Thanksgiving worships as well as a Thanksgiving Day dinner.

The community Thanksgiving worship this year is Nov. 23, 7 p.m. at American Lutheran in Webster. A second service is Thanksgiving Day at Heritage Village Chapel in Webster at 9:30 a.m.

The Thanksgiving Day dinner is Nov. 27 at the Golden Age Center on Main Street in Webster starting at 11:45.


Cancer takes from all, remember their legacies

by Amanda Fanger

None, it seems, can escape the ravages of cancer, this I know.

Yet it was still a shock a few months ago when I heard the news from back home of a dear friend who had been diagnosed with Glioblastoma Multiforme, a rare and incurable form of brain cancer.

Dale Brehe passed away last Monday evening, the day following a benefit auction for him. He was one of those guys who would’ve been the last person you’d have ever guessed to have cancer.

Dale and his wife Jane have been a part of my life for a long time. Both have had a major impact on my life – beyond being responsible for getting me hooked on wagon trains – and have taught me so much.

Just as I’ll never forget the man, I’ll never forget the day Dale walked into the Onida Watchman newspaper office at the shortly after I’d begun working there and told me he had an extra seat for the Fort Pierre to Deadwood wagon train. He thought I should go along for at least part of the trail. It was the first of many wagon trains I took part in with the Brehes.

It was on that first trip Dale told me prairie cacti was edible. He’d explained that it was in season and then jumped off the wagon with pliers in hand to pick some for me. We flayed the thing on the bumper of the wagon and I tasted the juicy, sticky flesh of the plant. That same trip Dale had promised me we’d cook a rattlesnake on the camp fire later if we came across one.

Dale taught me to drive his team, a well matched set of horses with personalities so different from one another, yet Dale could easily tell them apart. While Adam was always eager to pull, Ben would be content to let his partner do all the work.

“Come on Ben,” I can still hear Dale rasp out, his voice urging the lazier horse on. “Step up!”

Dale had begun teaching me how to hitch and unhitch the horses from the wagon. He’d given me pointers to better caring for my own horse’s hooves, having once been a farrier.

The Brehes always gave horse drawn wagon rides at Onida’s ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas celebration. I’d taken to riding almost all evening with Dale and Jane in the freezing December temperatures, then join them later for a hot meal at a local cafe as we thawed out.

When I was home for the benefit last weekend, Jane wrapped her arms around me and cried. Dale hadn’t been strong enough to attend the event, but Jane asked me to stop by the farm afterwards to see him. “He’ll recognize you. He’d want to see you,” she told me.

He couldn’t respond much outside of an occasional head nod, but did chuckle at one point when I told him the story of wrecking my horse trailer earlier this year.

While I can’t write all that I’d like to about him in this newspaper column, I’ll end by saying the thing I’ll remember most about Dale was his smile and genuine laugh, the kind of sound that fitted the look of the tall cowboy with white hat and graying chest-length beard. His is a legacy of smiles, laughter and an honest day’s work.

I’ll see you down the trail, man.



High school basketball, wrestling seasons are just around the corner

by Emre K. Erku

With the South Dakota state high school wrestling and basketball schedules just around the corner, I’m eager to see how the boys and girls varsity basketball teams of Webster and Waubay, and the Bearcat wrestlers, will fare this season.

Remember, South Dakota has produced some fine basketball players in the past two decades. Megan Mahoney of Sturgis Brown High School became “Miss Basketball” of SD during her teen years. She then went on to be selected to First Team, All Big-12 back in 2003 when she played for Kansas State University. This is when her talent as a passer grew in the national spotlight. She still holds Big-12 records for career assists and total assists in one game. This helped her gain entry to the WNBA and professional European leagues.

Another talented basketballer from the Mt. Rushmore State is, of course – you knew it was coming – Mike Miller of the Cleveland Cavaliers. Hailing from Mitchell, where he became a high school star in the mid to late ‘90s, the 6’8” sharpshooter used his accuracy and his ability to score – he once scored 54 points in one game – to attract college scouts from all over the country. Through a scholarship, Miller went on to play for the University of Florida, leading his team in scoring multiple seasons, as well as a national championship appearance in 2000 – the Gators lost it to Michigan State 89-76. He did, however, fit an NBA Championship ring around his finger in 2013, when he helped the Miami Heat win their third NBA title.

Now, just because his name has the ability to send shivers down my spine I saved him for last.

Brock Lesnar, wrestler, MMA fighter, WWE superstar, Webster original. As a Bearcat, Lesnar became a wrestling prodigy, winning every match he had his senior year. This allowed for him to go on to the next level, where he found himself winning the NCAA Division 1 heavyweight championship for the University of Minnesota. Afterwards, he found success in professional wrestling and mixed martial arts.

So this is why I anxiously await the upcoming wrestl-ing and basketball seasons. Yes, these examples I gave are some big shoes to fill, but they have indeed done their part to pave the way for South Dakota high school sports.

G’luck to all of the wrestlers and basketballers of Day County.


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