Folding Chairs Blog

At the main stage the army is breaking down the headquarters area, the familiar accoutrements of the last few weeks in this area are being cleared away: the powerful floodlights that once searched out possible snipers, the musical instruments (including a full drum kit) that had set the beat for the thousands of demonstrators’ dancing and singing, the labyrinth of cables, computer desks, assorted PA equipment, and TV cameras that served brought the action on the stage to all zones of the camp, and over the airwaves Reds’ television station Peoples TV before its signal was cut, even the still-simmering hot water urns and cooler buckets, all were abandoned intact when the army moved in. The vast netting strung above the stage all the way up as far as the first footbridge to stop anything being thrown down from above, is being ripped down by soldiers, its almost-sinister feeling acres of black mesh sag messily onto the ground, almost perfectly symbolising how the life has finally been extinguished from the camp. The headquarters area is being methodically ripped apart as soldiers look for possible booby traps or incriminating evidence. The dilapidated box-back truck that the leaders of the United Front for Democracy Against Dictatorship (UDD) used to huddle together in during the final days of the dispute, hunkered down and surrounded by guards, lies empty. Inside it is tatty, the wooden linings scuffed from years of use, there are just a couple of folding tables and a …

The Blizzard of 1966 By Rachel Kay Sauer The weekend before the storm, my husband Kermit and the kids, Randy (age 5) and Connie (16 months) built a snowman on the east side of our trailer house. We traveled on road construction during the summer and parked by my parents (Harvey & Helen Kennedy) farm home in the winter. The farm is located at the intersection of 10th St and 12 Avenue SE on Granger Hill, south of the I-94 overpass. We had warning of a storm coming, so we were stocked up on bottle gas, fuel oil, and food. When the storm hit, my aunt Rose Artis and her son Harvey (Joe) from Sanborn were stranded at my folks home. We were doing fine, playing cards with Rose and Dad and waiting out the storm. Friday, evening, Connie began fussing and running a fever. Our trailer was 8 wide and 42 long, so there wasnt much living room. Kermit decided to go out to a storage building and get our folding lawn chair rocker for me to rock Connie. While he was gone, Connie went into convulsions and her eyes rolled to the top of her head. I thought she was going to die! Luckily, the phone was still working and I was able to contact our doctor. He contacted the hospital and the ambulance, and they contacted the highway department. When Kermit came back, he walked out to the over pass and came back saying it was blocked nearly to the top. Ted Curtis, ambulance owner, kept in touch with us. Several doctors lived near the hospital, so help was there if we could get there. One option was to …
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