Curt Swarm

3 days ago | mississippivalleypublishing.com | Curt Swarm

Where have all the flowers gone? I’ll tell you where a good chunk of the flowers have gone: two places, at the intersection of Highway 34 and the Henry-Des Moines County Line Road on the east end of New London, Iowa, better known as Heald Trucking; and all along Main Street in Mediapolis (Mepo), Iowa. They say men are more finicky about their weight than women, and more gossipy. Men can also be more eccentric about flowers.

3 days ago | southeastiowaunion.com | Curt Swarm

Southeast Iowa Union offers audio versions of articles using Instaread. Some words may be mispronounced. Where have all the flowers gone? I'll take and tell you where a good chunk of the flowers have gone: two places, at the intersection of Highway 34 and the Henry-Des Moines County Line Road on the east end of New London, better known as Heald Trucking; and all along Main Street in Mediapolis (Mepo). They say men are more finicky about their weight than women, and more gossipy.

1 week ago | mississippivalleypublishing.com | Curt Swarm

Like a lot of people, I’d had some squamous cell carcinomas removed from my scalp. But in June, 2024, a red splotch, about the size of my fist, appeared on my forehead. It looked like a birthmark. I went to dermatology. After a biopsy they told me the red splotch was a neuroendocrine carcinoma, and referred me to the University of Iowa Hospital and Clinics. About this time a farmer buddy gave me some aronia berry juice and told me to drink it daily. I did.

1 week ago | mississippivalleypublishing.com | Curt Swarm

Like a lot of people, I’d had some squamous cell carcinomas removed from my scalp. But in June 2024, a red splotch, about the size of my fist, appeared on my forehead. It looked like a birthmark. I went to dermatology. After a biopsy they told me the red splotch was a neuroendocrine carcinoma, and referred me to the University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics. About this time a farmer buddy gave me some aronia berry juice and told me to drink it daily. I did.

1 week ago | bdemo.com | Curt Swarm

One of my first memories of Uncle Virgil was when my mother took me to see him and Auntie Florence on their farm between Nevada and Maxwell, Iowa. It was spring and, as we neared, we could see Uncle Virgil cultivating corn in a roadside field. My mother stopped the Buick and let me out. I climbed over the fence and ran toward him waving. I was so excited. He stopped the old John Deere, let me climb onto his lap and steer. He let me cultivate a row of corn.