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Vol. CXXIX — No. 28  •  Misquah, Minnesota  •  The Chain of Lakes
Tuesday, July 14, 2026  •  Archive Edition
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Correction. We reported that the first official boat parade drew twenty-four boats. One reader has written to say she counted twenty-five; another is confident it was twenty-three. The Pilot-Independent is satisfied that the true figure lies somewhere among these, and considers the matter closed.

Amplification. Esther Nordby’s obituary in this issue records that she began her weather log in 1963. She would have wanted the date exact. It was March. She did not note the day — it was not, she would have said, that kind of record.

Corrections remain rare, and cheerfully entertained.

From the Files: 25/50/75 Years Ago

Selected from the bound volumes in the front room of the old creamery, where the past is kept in order of weight.

25 years ago — July 2001. The Big Pelican lake association proposed its first no-wake zone off the loon nesting point, and defeated it, three votes to two, on the reasoning that the loons had managed this long. The loons, we note a quarter-century on, are still managing, now with a Lions platform and a sixth-grader keeping their log. The no-wake zone has not come up again. It is, we suspect, only resting.

50 years ago — July 1976. The Legion field’s new light towers were dedicated before a full house, all four ablaze, in what the paper of the day called “a night bright as noon.” Two of those towers have been dark since the 2019 windstorm and a third since after. The club plays on under the one that works, and remembers 1976, and sells raffle tickets toward getting partway back.

75 years ago — July 1951. The county fair added a giant-pumpkin category for the first time, the winning entry tipping the scale at 108 pounds — “a monster,” the paper marveled, “the likes of which we shall not see bettered.” Last August’s blue-ribbon pumpkin weighed 611. We shall, it seems, see it bettered roughly every year, and argue about the scale each time.