I had the pleasure of visiting Kenmare last year over GooseFest 2007 and let me just say that it was awesome! As a community, Kenmare prides itself in working hard and working together. It would be a great place to raise a family! You should try to take away from your busy day and visit Kenmare! My suggestion is right around the middle if October so that you can attend GooseFest and get to taste the fabulous Chili at the Chili Cook-off!
I love going to Kenmare to visit my brother and his family. The town is always so peaceful and it seems as if everyone helps each other like the typical neighbors should, but you don't see that in all towns. They always have fun events that the community joins in and I think that is why the town is like family to everyone. My dream would be to move to Kenmare someday. I love every experience I have ever had there!!
It was wonderful reading the history of Kenmare. My great grandfather & grandmother, Patrick Murray and Nell Murray (O'Neil) were early settlers in Kenmare. My grandmother, Mary Ellen Murray was born in Kenmare in 1906. I have heard many stories of those early days. Living in a sod house, farming rocks (that was about all that would grow), horrible storms, being scolded by mother for digging up Native burial grounds, the fear of coyotes, snakes, tornados, being caught in snow storms on horseback. After years of the hard life, raising children in a sod house, Nell insisted on moving to town with the girls, leaving Patrick and the boys to farm for rocks. Patrick soon gave up on farming and came to town to be with his wife. Patrick started a coal mine, like many others, and the large family settled into city life. School, church, theater, having the seamstress stay for a few weeks to make clothes for the family (store bought clothes were for the rich), waking up at 4 a.m. to make pancakes for the miners, brothers hopping trains to California for work, the first paid job working & living in a shack that served as the phone relay for Kenmare (2 women, one being my grandmother, who lived in the shack and took turns operating the phone lines), the death of a young sister to the 1918 influenza, the survival of many other serious diseases, sleigh rides, dances (the Charleston & black bottom). Through all their trials and tribulations, the Murray family were happy, healthy, loving folks. The majority of the 14 kids left Kenmare as adults and spread across the country. My grandmother did not miss the cold and storms of Kenmare , though she spoke fondly of her home and there was a twinkle in her eye when she reminisced about those early days on the prairie and the happy days in town.
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I had the pleasure of visiting Kenmare last year over GooseFest 2007 and let me just say that it was awesome! As a community, Kenmare prides itself in working hard and working together. It would be a great place to raise a family! You should try to take away from your busy day and visit Kenmare! My suggestion is right around the middle if October so that you can attend GooseFest and get to taste the fabulous Chili at the Chili Cook-off!
I love going to Kenmare to visit my brother and his family. The town is always so peaceful and it seems as if everyone helps each other like the typical neighbors should, but you don't see that in all towns. They always have fun events that the community joins in and I think that is why the town is like family to everyone. My dream would be to move to Kenmare someday. I love every experience I have ever had there!!
It was wonderful reading the history of Kenmare. My great grandfather & grandmother, Patrick Murray and Nell Murray (O'Neil) were early settlers in Kenmare. My grandmother, Mary Ellen Murray was born in Kenmare in 1906. I have heard many stories of those early days. Living in a sod house, farming rocks (that was about all that would grow), horrible storms, being scolded by mother for digging up Native burial grounds, the fear of coyotes, snakes, tornados, being caught in snow storms on horseback. After years of the hard life, raising children in a sod house, Nell insisted on moving to town with the girls, leaving Patrick and the boys to farm for rocks. Patrick soon gave up on farming and came to town to be with his wife. Patrick started a coal mine, like many others, and the large family settled into city life. School, church, theater, having the seamstress stay for a few weeks to make clothes for the family (store bought clothes were for the rich), waking up at 4 a.m. to make pancakes for the miners, brothers hopping trains to California for work, the first paid job working & living in a shack that served as the phone relay for Kenmare (2 women, one being my grandmother, who lived in the shack and took turns operating the phone lines), the death of a young sister to the 1918 influenza, the survival of many other serious diseases, sleigh rides, dances (the Charleston & black bottom). Through all their trials and tribulations, the Murray family were happy, healthy, loving folks. The majority of the 14 kids left Kenmare as adults and spread across the country. My grandmother did not miss the cold and storms of Kenmare , though she spoke fondly of her home and there was a twinkle in her eye when she reminisced about those early days on the prairie and the happy days in town.
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