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This week, we celebrate the 242nd anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence.


A rare picture postcard shows an elaborate display of July 4, 1914, fireworks in Galena. The photo, which was taken from the Grant Park area, looks west over the Green Street bridge toward Annunciation/Saint Michael School (now the Galena ARC). The other evening, I stood where I imagined that photo being shot, and thought of the children sitting on the hillside, looking with innocent wonder at the display. more

When two organizations dedicated to helping people decide to join in a common effort, it’s a big deal. That’s exactly what’s happening between Jo Daviess County Transit and the Galena Food Pantry. more

A nation’s heart was torn into a thousand pieces last week by the voice of a Guatemalan child who had been torn from his parents’ arms. more

Some people are true community treasures. They perform some task that benefits the community and do so with dedication, passion and from behind the scenes. They help make a community a better place to live work and play. more

Talk about a meeting of the minds! The Galena-Jo Daviess County Historical Society has a rare opportunity next week to host a remarkable team of brilliant historians and academics, experts in the history of Galena, to help us shape the direction of the Historical Society for generations to come. more

Well, I did it. I signed up. There’s no turning back now. more

When I lived in Latin America, I interviewed the victims of political violence in a country which was considered a democracy by the United States. I learned first hand what it meant when people reached out to gain asylum in order to flee a near certain death from the country of their origin. more

A Gold Star mother sorrowfully remembers her son Clare who died in battle so far from home. With gentle sensitivity, Ronn Toebaas makes a fleeting adjustment to the military hat of the young actor playing Clare.


Richard Pearce, we miss you. In a thousand ways we miss your brilliant light, your genius, your will to live deeply. In a thousand ways, we suffer at your will to die.


Ancient mounds whisper their secrets which we, perhaps, can only know with our hearts. From the edges of steep slopes, along river bluffs, and resting in dense prairies, they appear again and again. We are in awe as we are lured to their mysteries. We lose ourselves In their conical, linear and animal shapes and hunger for the truth resting in their silence.


When Megg’s Eggs called me at Tammy’s Piggly Wiggly, I had to respond.

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