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Editorial

First responders shine in aftermath of storm

by John Suhr
surhs@reporterandfarmer.com

Day County, especially Waubay, saw the stars shine as the Day County Sheriff’s Office, Day County Emergency Management, Waubay Fire Department, Webster Fire Department, Highway Patrol and American Red Cross quickly came to the response of the July 17 storm that blew through the area.

These professionals were on the scene quickly after straight line winds took out power and caused destruction. They quickly assessed the situation and worked late into the night and again were on the scene early in the morning to help get the community operational again.

The professionals and their training paid off big time as they assessed damage and needs and come Saturday, had a check in and out system in place. Volunteers from the community and outside the community were on hand to help cut trees and clean up the debris.

It was neighbor helping neighbor and when I say neighbors I do not necessarily mean those who live in close proximity. It was people from other communities, rural residents coming into town with loaders and skid steers.

It was county employees and other cities reaching out to the Waubay community to see what they could do and lend a hand in getting their places back in order.

It was utility companies working throughout the night and day to restore services.

It is not the first time this type of action has been seen, and while we hope it would be the last time we need to see these services put in place, it is good to know that the professionals are trained and ready to get the community back up and going in the right direction as quickly and safely as possible.

And by no means did I mean to leave any group or person out, as it takes everyone with the coordination that was shown to get the community up and running as quickly as they did.

 


Columns

Lifelong addiction is sparked by horses

by Amanda Fanger
reporter@reporterandfarmer.com

Warning: there is a potentially dangerous substance in horse hair. It has the tendency to cause an individual to act in a way that mirrors addiction to the animal.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a horse addict. I am a self-proclaimed horse nut. You know, the type who’d rather keep the company of an equine than that of another person. But yet, stick me in a room with another horse nut and we could talk for hours.

Growing up, I was the girl who’d rather clean up after her horse than clean her own room. Doing dishes sucked, but scrubbing a saddle was pure joy. In my teenage years, when most girls are consumed by makeup, fashion and boys, I was more worried about proper saddle fit, a well-groomed and happy mount and figuring out how to fix my long hair so I didn’t sit on it when riding.

Back then, you’d have been hard-pressed to get me out of a tack shop or the horse section of any farm supply store. Actually, come to think of it, I’m still kind of that way...

My family generally didn’t hinder my love of horses. There was a band of wild horses that roamed a pasture at home. When several attempts to train yearlings out of this herd failed, my grandpa bought a well broke mare for us grandkids.

It is out of this mare, a quarter horse crossed with some gaited breed like a Tennessee walker or standardbred – we were never quite sure – and the infamously bred mustang/thoroughbred/Shetland pony cross stallion that the horse I have now came from. I saw Soda Pop the first time when he was only a few hours old. To be honest, I’ve never felt the addiction to horses as strongly as I did that day.

Earlier this summer, I was finally able to bring my 14-year-old gelding to Day County and have been enjoying getting to spend as much time with him as I can spare. Hardly anything else compares to the relaxation I feel when with my horse.

However, it is true that hardly anything else gets me as worked up, either, like when Soda is being a bit stubborn and doesn’t want to listen. But I wouldn’t trade him for the world or the experiences of having horses as a child. It’s part of what made me who I am today.

~af~

 

 

Terrible habits: writing past deadline

by Emre K. Erku
sports@reporterandfarmer.com

As a journalist, a fellow proprietor of the fourth estate, one must sometimes write past their deadline. Which is why I’m with you today immersed in this context.

I, my fellow readers, have been laboriously punching away at my keyboard for the past couple of days, trying to write the best stories that I possibly can. Don’t be mistaken, I’m sure I’ve disappointed all of you in this regard, unless, of course, you’re crazy enough to like my writing. And with this godforsaken storm that happened recently, time has given me no choice but to neglect my column until past the last second. Better late than never, right?

So, what do we discuss today? Do I dwell on the fact that millions of dollars of crops were swept away by 90-mph winds that gusted through Day County July 17? Do I dare regurgitate the chilling accounts that one honorable Sioux Falls officer told me regarding domestic violence? Wait, let us not forget, Webster’s Legion baseball team and their recent success in the Region 1B Tournament played last weekend. Hopefully they go on to kick some tail in the state tourney.

Either way, I feel like killing these birds with one gigantic stone.

That storm, to say the least, was both fascinating, devastating and everything in between. I feel like a fool because I was at a local restaurant in Webster when it hit, I didn’t scramble around and take cover down in the basement. Instead, I went outside and began taking pictures with my phone! How many of you did the same? Are we that crazy? Does the thought of death flood our veins with that much adrenaline? Curiosity killed the cat, I suppose.

Next, SFPD Lt. Loren McManus came to the county recently to give a class on domestic violence. Now fair warning, this may be a bit descriptive, but it needs to be said. He told me he’s dealt with cases of people being flung out of moving vehicles during disputes. He also said he was called to a murder scene once where a spouse was beaten to death by a hammer. I know, it’s bad, but anything to prevent further atrocities like this, I’ll write like this everyday of the week.

Last but not least, it’s been a pleasure to see the success of Webster baseball. Working with the coaches I’ve realized just how lucky this community is to have such enthusiastic, energetic and well-seasoned skippers. And the skippers are very lucky to have players who simply love the game of baseball.

So there you go, my loyal readers. That’s how you write a fast column while drenched in sweat caused by panic.

“Ray”

Fiksdal Funeral Home

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