Behind the Victory Flagpole – Superstitions here and there
The whole world has their own particular superstitions, as well as we do with our rabbit’s foot, walking under a ladder, or a black cat crossing our …
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Articles pertaining to historical information to the Camden neighborhoods.
Behind the Victory Flagpole – Rainy day blues at the circus
“Rain, rain go away – come again some other day” That is what a young man was wishing when he had an unusual experience back in 1916 when he was a …
Behind the Victory Flagpole — The native people say goodbye
A long time ago there were many tribes of indigenous peoples living around Minneapolis – some at Lake Harriet, some around Lake Calhoun and some …
Behind the Victory Flag pole — Around the neighborhood
Bill Jackman, who used to live at 4110 Queen Avenue N., has been gone several years now. One of his favorite things was to notice what was going on …
Behind the Victory Flagpole — Crows, but not birds
Recently I found some old tucked-away notes that my boy cousins, John and Bill Crow had written about their family, the Crows of Camden, who had lived …
Behind the Victory Flagpole – From stoves to phones and more
Now and then I like to shake myself back into the reality of how things are today, by reading what my friend, Bill Jackman, had to say about his …
Behind the Victory Flagpole – The man and the school
A long time ago there was a much admired man living in this area and his name was Floyd Bjornsterne Olson. He was born of immigrant Norwegian and Swedish …
Behind the Victory Flagpole – Santa is here
T’was the night before Christmas and all over Camden Thousands of people were all out a scramblin’. Looking for last minute gifts very nice That …
Behind the Victory Flagpole – Food for thought
Since the beginning of time there has been a huge revolution in the area of foods, from the time of Adam and Eve in their ‘apple orchard’ until now. …
Behind the Victory Flagpole – Little Jenny Lind
Reading and writing and ‘rithmetic, Taught to the tune of a hickory stick… That’s the vision I get when I think of a little school called Jenny …