Time was, South Dakota asked its citizens to wander through their homes and garages once a year and make a list of their personal property.
For Christmas, we received a little saucer-shaped robot that vacuums the floors all by itself, and I find I'm having adjustment issues. We, Nancy and I, aren't people who surround ourselves with "smart'' devices. The vacuum cleaner is an unusual addition to the home in that regard. I know some folks load up on smart devices. A year ago, I wrote a package of stories about the future of smart homes for the rural electric associations, and I was amazed at how many devices can be controlled over the internet, remotely, from a phone.
I'd be remiss to leave 2017 without a mention of the passing of two men who helped me learn more about South Dakota and the Native American people who live here.
When I worked with The Associated Press, we took pride both in getting the news first and in being correct in the stories we sent to our member newspapers and broadcast outlets. The bosses used to tell us, "Get it first, but get it right first." Good advice then, good advice now. The AP still seems to take it to heart, as shown by a correction I found on Twitter. The correction said, "The AP has deleted a tweet about a giraffe being born because it included a photo of the wrong giraffe. A new tweet is upcoming."
Just before the last of the kids and their families left for home after a hectic Christmas weekend, Nancy and I took a moment to carry on what has become a family tradition.
One calm, chilly Christmas Eve several years ago, the family came home from midnight mass and discovered none of us had waited for our younger son. Well, it was only six or seven blocks to the church, but the kid, home from college, had gone to mass without a coat. He dressed up nicely, but he went off in shirt sleeves. He grew up in an age when young people figured cars had heaters and it was seldom far from a house to a car and back.
Back when our band worked regularly, we played a ton of Christmas dances for area businesses and state-government departments. I didn't get in on such parties as an employee. When I worked at the paper, the home office was in Sioux Falls, and I was in Pierre. That would have been a long trip for a late night on a weekend. Later, when I worked for the state, my department preferred a holiday potluck in the middle of the work day. My experience with office Christmas parties came as a member of a dance band.
I spent the past couple of days wrapping family Christmas gifts, and I'm sitting here wondering why. I'm not wondering why we wrap the gifts. That's tradition, "Fiddler on the Roof" and all that. The splash of color under the tree is lovely, especially viewed from a soft sofa while sipping a cup of strong coffee. Wrapping the packages is worth it for those moments alone.
When I was a kid, my mom used to pick Christmas gifts from the mail-order catalogs and wait until the resulting packages arrived at the mailbox up the road a mile from our farm. Seven decades later, Nancy and I sometimes pick Christmas gifts from the online version of a mail-order catalog and wait until the resulting packages arrive either in the mailbox by the curb or right at the front door, depending on the method of delivery.
The United States had entered World War I before Lorene Gust was born, but she was nearly a year old before the armistice of November 1918, ended the fighting. I don't know many people still around besides my mother-in-law who were alive when America fought "the war to end all wars.'' Family of Lorene Leiferman Gust, of Chamberlain, celebrated her 100th birthday today. She joins about 72,000 other Americans who are 100 or older, according to the Centers for Disease Control. That's a fairly select group out of nearly 320 million citizens in the country.