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Letter to
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Thanks,
Jamie Quimby
Tarkio Street
Superintendent
Youth summer
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There are opportunities available in two summer employment programs offered through the Missouri Career
Center in Maryville, MO. Youth must be between the ages
of 16-24 and meet income qualifications to participate. Participants will be able to work 240 hours and will be paid
$8 per hour. The Maryville Career Center also has a position available through the State Park Youth Corps program (SPYC) to work at Big Lake State Park in Craig, MO.
Youth must be between the ages of 17-24 and meet income
My
Fingernails
parking lot was empty and the air silent. Unlike a midwestern summer morning, there was no bird song and no
dew, just the crunching of our footsteps on the path. For
miles past Casper, wed seen no sign of human habitation
or occupation except the signs for the Pathfinder ranch.
The Rattlesnake Hills were black and barren. The highway
both directions was empty. It was not hard to imagine how
endless the miles would seem when laboring through this
desolation.
For the modern traveler, it is but a short drive on to the
Devils Gate, a gash in the rocks before the welcoming meadows and water of the Sweetwater River. But the wagons and
teams would take an entire day to make the distance, a
pace that became even more labored as the summer wore
on, the days shortened and the mountains loomed.
I can hardly imagine what drove those people to travel
such a distance. These were wanderers, drifters, dreamers
and the children of such restless folk uprooted from their
native soils. They took leaps of ignorance and faith and
could never have known how ill prepared their best efforts
were. Was Oregon or California really worth this sacrifice?
Apparently so, because the prairies still bear markings
from the impact of the exodus even today. Where are those
doughty long suffering souls today? They are still in our
bones and in our pretty well universal can-do approach to
circumstances. Every time we pack up our families and belongings and take on a change of life and location, we pay
homage to our forebears. We may not recognize ourselves
in the marbled halls of our seat of government. But when
we drive the thousand miles from the Missouri River to the
Devils Gate, we do. We are far removed in time from the
emigrants of the Oregon Trail, but we admire their persistence, their spirit, and their hope for a better life for their
loved ones.
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