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Northwest Salmon




Celebrate with small businesses

all week by shopping locally

by John Suhr

We’re celebrating and so are many others. What is the celebration? National small business week is going on now through May 6.

According the U.S. Small Business Administration, small businesses and their customers like yourself are the growth engine of our economy, creating two out of every three new jobs. That’s not the only reason to celebrate.

Small businesses are the backbone of our communities. The smaller the community, the more important they become, especially in rural areas such as the one we live in.

How would you like to drive 50 miles because you ran out of milk? How about something as simple as a nail or screw you needed to complete a job? Then there are some who can no longer make the drive and are in need of medical care or medicine.

Small businesses can sometimes be taken for granted. While they would love to carry everything for their customers, they cannot. So they carry what they can and order the rest as needed. It is those business that make up the communities we live in.

They are the ones who support many of the activities that go on in our community and make it a better place to live.

Small businesses are not only the backbone of our local economy, but overall.

You might think it saves you a buck to shop at some corporate store, but in all reality it is costing you much more. Even a small loss of income at a local business hurts. It could mean the loss of a job, less hours and even less merchandise until you see a going out of business sale.

We all have to do our part in trying to make every effort to shop our small businesses. So with National Small Business week going on now, try to make every effort to support our local small businesses. You may even find out that prices are comparable or even less.

If we all do our part we can help grow those small businesses, employ more people and grow our community for years to come.


Do your highest work, not just busy work

by Amanda Fanger

One of my biggest fears in life is getting to the end of it and realizing that I’ve accomplished nothing worthwhile and that the future world will never have known I was even here nor benefited from anything I’ve done. Some call this idea legacy.

When I was younger, my mom tells me I used to say I wanted to leave my mark on the world. I don’t directly recall having this obsession as much as she tells me I talked about it, but I won’t pretend that the idea of it doesn’t appeal to me still. It’s not that I’m seeking some sort of self fulfillment through this endeavor, however.

Knowing myself as I do, I know I have to be careful that when I create something or do something which draws the attention of my fellow man, that I’m doing it for the right reasons. I can’t allow the stuff to bring me honor for the sake of puffing myself up because I’m the type who could easily give in to the temptation of thinking myself capable of handling life on my own. As a Christian, I have to fight this temptation and allow myself to be humbled by my own shortcomings in order that everything I do might point back to God. I always try to go back to a Bible verse I’ve leaned on since I was little. The New Living Translation of Colossians 3:23 says, “Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people.”

There’s no doubt in my mind that I have a divine calling to the news industry. And as a weekly newspaper journalist, I feel blessed to be trusted with recording events and happenings of my community and coverage area for the pages of history. It’s a task I don’t take lightly.

Even so, this life can make it difficult to keep that at the forefront of my mind. It’s hard to stay humble when we live in a society obsessed with putting self first. I’m convinced everyone faces this hurdle.

It comes in the form of “busy work.”

Busy work is something different from bad habits and time wasters (I’m looking at you Facebook). It’s this little thing that needs done, or that “quick” errand. They’re the little time eaters that keep you from accomplishing your highest calling, that thing which only you can contribute to this life.

Now, we all find ourselves stuck in the trenches sometimes. I’m constantly distracted by busy work and have to remind myself to be proactive in keeping those things in check. It could be as simple as delegating smaller tasks or as big as making a drastic life change. The most difficult one is learning how to say “no” to things that don’t align with my life calling.

Above all, it’s important to first understand what your calling even is; for Christians, that’s found through prayer and reflection. But I’m also an advocate for putting together a life plan and organizing your goals in such a way as not to lose sight of what you are here for, to do your highest work.




If only Norwegian Kumla could talk

by Emre K. Erku

You really gotta work to break through the membrane of a kumla ball.

I noticed this while I tried my first ever kumla during a fundraiser in the predominantly Scandinavian rooted town of Roslyn last week.

Surfing through history, since the settlement of the American Great Plains, Norwegian immigrants with little to nothing in their breeches cooked this meal using the ingredients they had, which were potatoes and flour. This country was built on potatoes and flour.

We all know how unforgiving prairie weather can get. Mother Nature tucked us in with a blanket of snow just a few days ago. Imagine dealing with the same conditions but with a lot less modern tools to stay alive with.

Well, kumla came into play.

At the fundraiser one older gal – last name ends with the letters S, O, N – said to me, “It’s a poor man’s food.” And as a poor man’s food it sustained generations through tough times. And the loins of those tough times to this day can be seen all over the place in Day County.

“What makes a good Norwegian?” I then asked.

She paused in thought.


That is absolutely fascinating. The fact that a stubborn ball of potatoes kept immigrants full enough to stake their claim in what later unraveled into prosperous multi-generational landownership is now being used in today’s world to sustain something else. Stamina indeed.

Let’s face it, legislature’s doing a crappy job of taking care of our rural elders, so twice a year a fundraiser is held to gather money for the Strand-Kjorsvig Living Center.

Seriously, I’ve come to realize that places like this not only keep our loved ones cared for but curate the vast halls of their memory. It’s damn important.

Think about it, the museums of Paris don’t talk.



Fiksdal Funeral Home

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