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Howard Miller and Sig Collins, Cheney Lake Watershed

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“Go to the source.”

That’s good advice in lots of situations. Today we’ll learn about a water project that represents an innovative rural-urban connection that is helping improve the environment by working from the source.

Howard Miller is outreach coordinator for the Cheney Lake Watershed in south central Kansas. He grew up on a dairy farm in this region before joining the watershed staff.

The Cheney Lake Watershed covers 633,000 acres within five counties that include the north fork of the Ninnescah River. The Ninnescah flows southeast into Cheney Lake, which supplies more than 60% of the drinking water for the 350,000-plus residents of Wichita. More than 99% of the watershed is used for agricultural purposes.

In 1993, farmers on the Reno County Conservation District board were observing two problems at Cheney Lake. One was that the lake was having increased blue-green algae blooms in the water. This was not a health hazard, but it did cause taste and odor problems.

The second problem was siltation into the lake. As soil eroded into the lake, its capacity was reduced and water levels fell. Boat owners and fishermen complained that their boat docks were left high and dry, and they had to walk to the water.

These Reno County farmers wanted to do something to remedy the situation, but they weren’t finding allies.

“No one would listen to us,” said Marion Krehbiel, one of those farmers.

At a conservation district meeting, the Reno County folks spoke to one of the farmers on the Sedgwick County conservation district board. They asked, “Would you talk to the City of Wichita water department about this?” He did so and a dialogue ensued.

These farmers talked to Wichita city staff about practices the farmers could implement upstream in the watershed that would benefit water quality and quantity in Cheney Lake. Eventually they agreed to work together.

“In 1994, our project was formed in partnership with the City of Wichita and the Environmental Protection Agency,” Miller said. “The City of Wichita has been a constant and great partner to work with since the city pays farmers for practices they implement on their farms that improve the quality of the water in Cheney Lake.”

The idea was simple: Go to the source. Rather than spending money to build a bigger water treatment plant in Wichita, for example, they could figure out ways to improve the environment at the water source and invest funds there.

Meanwhile, the Kansas Department of Health and Environment began implementing a similar program called WRAPS – Watershed Restoration and Protection Strategies. “We still have EPA dollars to help pay farmers through the Kansas WRAPS program administered by KDHE,” Miller said.

Around the same time, K-State Research and Extension developed a statewide team of watershed specialists providing education and technical assistance for conserving water resources elsewhere in the state.

Cheney Lake Watershed, Inc. has a Citizens Management Committee of local producers who set goals to reduce nutrients and sediment that reach the lake from agricultural sources. Sig Collins is committee chair. Those producers come from rural communities in the region with populations such as Pretty Prairie, 660; Arlington, 435; Castleton, 227; Sylvia, 215; Partridge, 209; and Plevna, population 85 people. Now, that’s rural.

“The City of Wichita provides funding to help farmers reach our watershed goals,” Miller said.

These goals include educational efforts and funding in the most vulnerable acres of the watershed, encouraging practices that will have the greatest reduction in sediment and nutrient runoff. These include such practices as reduced tillage, cover crops, grass plantings, relocation of livestock feeding areas, and a strong emphasis on soil health in both cropland and rangeland.

For more information, see www.cheneylakewatershed.org.

Go to the source. That idea has worked well for the City of Wichita and the farmers with whom they are partnering upstream.

We commend Howard Miller, Sig Collins, and all those involved with Cheney Lake Watershed, Inc. for making a difference by implementing soil and water conservation strategies to benefit the lake and urban water consumers. We can go to this source for best practices.

Modern-Day Horsemanship To Feature Bridle-Less Riding And Liberty Training At EquiFest Of Kansas

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Horses Are Not Pets

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Glorious

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john marshal

LINDSBORG ‒ The Midwest Art Exhibition remains the consummate launch for the annual Messiah Festival of the Arts. Their convergence this week marks the end of winter, the kiss of spring.

The 124th annual Exhibition, Kansas’ longest-running art show, continues through April 21 at Lindsborg’s Birger Sandzén Memorial Gallery. Among features this year are a retrospective by Hutchinson painter Don Fullmer and paintings by Patricia Scarborough of Geneva, Nebraska. There are mobiles by Scott Brown of Hutchinson, recent acquisitions to the Gallery’s permanent collection, and early drawings by Sandzén.

Founded in 1899, the Exhibition continued in various buildings on the Bethany College campus and has been at home in the Sandzén Gallery since it opened in 1957.

The Exhibition was added to the (1881) Messiah Festival by organizers Carl Lotav, who headed the Bethany College art department; G. N. Malm, Lindsborg author, businessman, professional designer and artist; and Birger Sandzén, the legendary artist and Bethany College faculty member.

The Sandzén Gallery has become an immutable institution and, for many, a quiet setting that advances beauty ‒ stories, paintings, sculpture ‒ a place that offers a sense of continuity, even security. It is an institution firmly rooted in liberty, in free expression, boundless scope and range, the sheer joy of expression, and with doors open to all.

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The Exhibition and Messiah Festival of the Arts meet during Holy Week for an eight-day celebration of faith, music and art, now a time-honored regional tradition.

” Music and visual arts have been at the core of the life of Lindsborg, almost since the first Swedish-American immigrant pioneers established the community in 1869… ” wrote A. John Pearson, the late historian and archivist, in 2010. “Those pioneers came to the New World primarily for religious freedom of worship and expression — which at the time was unattainable in their part of Europe. With them they brought intense sensitivities and appreciation for music and the fine arts.”

In December 1881 the immigrants established a Messiah oratorio tradition, the large chorus and orchestra known as the Bethany Oratorio Society or, commonly, The Messiah Chorus.

For more than a century, the heart of this Festival lay in Handel’s “Messiah”, a beloved classic in western culture; this marriage of text and music, with performances on Palm Sunday and Easter Sunday, told in three parts the story of the Nativity, Christ’s Passion and Resurrection, and the promise of Redemption; on Good Friday, Bach’s “Passion According to St. Matthew”. Each unfolds in a masterful intertwining of solo voices, chorus, and orchestra.

The “Messiah” and “St. Matthew Passion” are now the underpinnings of a Festival Week that lasts two weeks.

This year, events on the Bethany campus begin March 18 with the Bethany College juried student art exhibition and conclude with Oratorio events at Presser Hall: “St. Matthew Passion”, 7:30 p.m. Good Friday (March 29) and Handel’s “Messiah” at 3 p.m. on Easter Sunday,

Experiences in between include a Messiah soloists’ recital at 7:30 p.m. March 26 at Presser Hall; honors students’ recitals; and downtown, Lindsborg Collects, an exhibition (through March 31) from local collections at the Smoky Valley Arts and Folklife Center; a Jazz Walk at 7 p.m. March 22; and Våffeldagen March 23.

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The Midwest Art Exhibition, Messiah Week and its component events remind us that through art we experience a certain freedom, permission to capture a moment in the flurry of being alive. We realize passion in music and in visuals that catch the fluidity of life in mid-stride and stop it long enough for us to hold on.

Art offers a release from our own narrow circumstance. It takes us away to compelling places and pursuits to experience their cadences and continuities. It is an opportunity to see and hear what truly matters, what is valid, who can love and be loved, what can be trusted.

An Ugly Aggie Spectacle

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Thayne Cozart
Milo Yield

I’d bet good money I’ve told this true aggie story once before in my column, but it had to be around 35 years ago — more than enuf time for it to be funny again to a new generation of farm and ranch folks. It’s a true story about an ugly aggie spectacle. So, here it goes:

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A prominent southeast Kansas rancher had a huge old Limousin bull that had outlived its usefulness and needed to go to market.

This wuz back in the day that M & M Packing Company, Inc. wuz still a livestock slaughter and processing enterprise on the east side of Iola, Kan., right along U.S. Highway 54. As I recall, it wuz a small meat packing company that specialized in hot dogs, bologna and other meats. At any rate, it wuz a good local market for cull cows and bulls.

The rancher, who lived south of Gridley, Kan., got the old bull loaded in a stock trailer early in the morning and uneventfully drove to M&M. He had no inkling, and was blissfully unaware, about how his day wuz about to be upturned in a spectacular way.

When he arrived at M&M, he wuz directed to the unloading dock and an employee directed him when to stop his trailer in front of the entry door. Well, as it turned out, he stopped the trailer a few inches too far away. So, when the rancher opened the trailer door to unload the highly agitated one-ton old bull, it crashed into the tailgate with the unprepared rancher on the other side of the gate.

Crash! Smash! The bull banged the metal tailgate into the poor rancher’s noggin, bloodying his head in the process of making a thunderous escape into the suburban wilds of eastern Iola.

Now, the rancher faced a dilemma with no good options for a satisfactory outcome. First, he needed to staunch the flow of blood from his aching noggin, so he tied his bandanna around his forehead.

Second, for sure, the old bull couldn’t be herded back into the M&M unloading door, since it wuz already a block away and headed east at breakneck speed, tail in the air and slinging manure in every direction. The rancher wuz equipped with only a farm truck.

Third, the concerned folks at M&M reported the bull get-away to local police officials. When the responding officer arrived, he loaded the now-temporarily-bandaged rancher into his police vehicle and away they went looking for the rampant bull. Well, in a few minutes they found the bull in the backyards of some homes about a mile east of Iola. But, by then, the red-hot and panting bull had managed to rampage through fences, gardens and clotheslines. Mr. Bull wuz not a happy camper. In fact, he wuz “bulligerent” and ready to take on all comers.

The rancher and the police officer quickly came to a decision about what to do next. In order to limit further property damage and avert possible injury to life and limb, the bull needed to be shot on the spot.

At this point in the story, I’m unsure whether the rancher or the policeman shot the bull, but I do recall that the first bullet bounced off the bull’s head and only stunned it to its knees. A second shot put the “bulligerant” critter down for good.

But, the ugly spectacle only got worse from there. The rancher immediately bled the downed bull in hopes of salvaging a portion of its value. Then, somehow the recovery crew commandeered the use of a local John Deere tractor with a front-end loader. With a log chain around one of the massive bull’s legs, they hoisted his bloody carcass into the air. They barely managed to get the bull airborne. Plus, the tractor wuz unsteady with a ton of bull swinging from the loader.

But, the rancher finally managed to get back on Highway 54 and head slowly and carefully back west to M&M — with a lights-a-flickering police escort to protect the bumper-to-bumper traffic going both ways.

I ask readers to mentally process how the scene looked to passersby. A rancher with a bloody kerchief around his head wuz driving a tractor down the shoulder of a major highway, with a police escort, with a blood-dripping, manure-laden one-ton bull hoisted high into the air, with traffic slowed to a crawl both ways. Not a pretty mental home video, but a funny one if you’re an aggie.

In due time, the caravan arrived back at M&M. The company went ahead and processed the bull’s carcass into heaven-only-knows what kind of beef products. The rancher wuz paid some sort of salvage value. And, an Ugly Aggie Spectacle came to and end leaving behind only a story for history to process — and for us to smile about.

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Recently, time brought a sad conclusion to an otherwise happy portion of my life. I am now the only man left standing from what I call the Four Musketeers. While I lived in Chase County, I became close friends with three other fellows. While diverse in our backgrounds, we were all aggies in one way or another and got along well.

I gave my friends the column names of Lon G. Horner, Mocepheus, and Saul M. Reader. We played cards together frequently. We hunted together. We fished together. We kibitzed with each other constantly. Now, with the sad passing of Saul last week, I’m the only remaining Musketeer. For sure, we had other folks in our circle of friends who joined us occasionally, but the four of us were close.

Saul M. Reader wuz also a lay minister in the Lutheran Church. He wuz a happy-go-lucky guy, always smiling, but devoutly connected to his church, consistently pious in his ways, and never judgmental. I greatly admired those traits about Saul.

Alzheimer’s disease deprived Saul of a normal aging process these last few years. But, thankfully, we Four Musketeers had many happy years of memory-making. Thinking of Saul will always bring back happy times and happy memories. RIP, my friend.

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Words of wisdom for the week: “Take comfort knowing no archaeologist has ever discovered a prehistoric cave painting of a salad.” Have a good ‘un.