He wasn’t born John Wayne. He was born Marion Robert Morrison on May 26, 1907, in a four-room house on South 2nd Street in Winterset, Iowa — a Madison County farm town that still keeps the house and a museum dedicated to him. His dad was a pharmacist who kept moving for work. The family left Iowa when Marion was still a little boy and landed in Glendale, California. The nickname came first. He walked the neighborhood with the family Airedale, also named Duke. Local firefighters started calling the kid “Duke” after the dog. He kept it. The studio later swapped Marion Morrison for “John Wayne” because they thought the birth name wouldn’t sell a Western lead. Football almost wrote a different life. A body-surfing injury cost him his USC scholarship. He took work as a prop boy and extra. That back-lot grind — not a sudden star turn — is how he learned sets, horses, and cameras. John Ford later made him a leading man. Over fifty years he worked in well over 160 films. The Oscar didn’t come until late, for Rooster Cogburn in True Grit. Winterset never let the Iowa part disappear. You can still stand at the birthplace and walk into a museum built around costumes, posters, scripts, and the small-town start that Hollywood usually skips. That’s the part worth posting: an Iowa pharmacist’s son, a dog named Duke, a ruined football scholarship, and a work life long enough to outlast the myth. The movies made the silhouette. The town and the job made the man. If you grew up with his films, what do you remember first — the walk, the voice, or the fact he started as crew? #JohnWayne #TheDuke #WintersetIowa #ClassicHollywood #AmericanHistory #WesternMovies

This is Moko. 🐻 She was hit on the head on Route 117 through La Vérendrye and the driver did not stop. 😭 She was concussed, blind, and so still they thought that first night was it, but gave her all they could anyways ! She surprised us all 🤯 It was not her last night!!! Stay for the door opening. Watch her run back to freedom in her forest ! That is the part that gets me. 💙 Moko has the same story as too many animals on the road. She was badly concussed and walking in circles. People from Kitcisakik 🙏and a trucker 🫡 stayed with her so she would not go back onto the pavement. Conservation officers were an hour away. The community did not wait. They got her into a crate and brought her to Refuge, the wildlife rescue near me. When she arrived she was worse. Limp. Not responding. Blind. That first night they really did not think she would make it through the night. She was still there in the morning. Then she moved. Then her senses came back. 😳🙏 Then she turned shy of people again, which is exactly what you want in a black bear you hope to send home.!!! Weeks for the skull to heal. Then one last exam, one last ride, and the man who helped pull her off that road on July 22 opened the door. I cried like a baby at the beauty of this release. Moko is a legend and so are the souls who rescued her ! Blessing to all 🙏🐻💙

As this day comes to an end, I’m reminded that the most meaningful moments aren’t always the loudest ones. Sometimes they’re the quiet moments spent together—surrounded by the people and little blessings God has placed in our lives. ❤️🐾 Tonight, I’m choosing to slow down, be grateful, open my heart to God, and let His Word bring peace to my mind and home. “Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord.” — Colossians 3:16 May His Word stay with you long after you put your phone down. May your heart be peaceful, your home be filled with love, and your sleep be restful knowing that God is near. 🙏❤️ Good night, friends. Sleep peacefully, wake up grateful, and carry His Word with you into tomorrow. 🌙✨ #GoodNight #Colossians316 #Faith #GodsWord #ChristianEncouragement #GratefulHeart #Family #Blessings

They fit in one hand and still somehow take up the whole room. Tiny paws. Huge eyes. Zero respect for the fact that I have things to do. The house is not getting quieter. I am not naming favorites. 😅💙

Found this cute one at the refuge today. Limping. Chatty. Standing under a sign that says I bite. It is a sandhill crane. Same birds that rest in my field, just with a much worse morning. He wanted out. I wanted my fingers. We both made our point.😅👀💙

So this is something old and new. I made this years ago. It was originally spray painted. It was a running joke with my boyfriend at the time and I with eggplants. I would buy him Anything I saw that was an eggplant decoration for his house. One night he was dropping off someone at a jail down the road from my house. He was a cop. And o knew he couldn’t stop by so I spray painted this eggplant and peach and I put it at the corner of the road so when he passed by my road he saw it. lol. That was over 5 years ago. So I decided to repaint it. I did it with acrylic this time and I believe it’s something that the $dong community wants to raffle off. @DongCoinADA I’m still doing more work to it. But here it is llollll

Dreyer’s didn’t start as a freezer-aisle giant. It started in 1928 on Grand Avenue in Oakland as a small partnership between two craftsmen: William Dreyer, an ice cream maker who had already won prizes and taught dairy classes, and Joseph Edy, a candy maker. They named the shop after the street. The “Grand” stuck. A year later the country was in free fall. Almost all ice cream was still just vanilla, chocolate, or strawberry, usually served as a sundae. Dreyer took chocolate ice cream, cut marshmallows with his wife’s sewing shears, added nuts (walnuts first, almonds later), and called it Rocky Road. The name was intentional. They wanted something that would make people smile when the rest of life felt rocky. That mix-in approach was new. It helped the little Oakland plant survive the Depression and World War II. Cookies ’n Cream came decades later, in 1982, from their official taster John Harrison. Two flavors that feel like they’ve always been there were actually inventions from a neighborhood shop that refused to stay ordinary. The later chapter is just as American: in 1977 two men bought the company for about a million dollars and built the direct-store-delivery system that put those pints in grocery freezers across the country. What began as a 1928 parlor became the brand millions of families grew up opening after dinner. That’s the part most “from business to empire” videos skip. It wasn’t just a logo change. It was two specialists putting their skills together, inventing a flavor to lift spirits in hard times, then scaling quality instead of cheapening it. What was the first Dreyer’s (or Edy’s) flavor you remember from the freezer? Rocky Road or Cookies ’n Cream? #Dreyers #Edys #RockyRoad #CookiesAndCream #AmericanBusinessHistory #Nostalgia