CRISP NIGHTS OF SLEDDING
My favorite memory unique to growing up in North Dakota is my privilege of growing up in an unincorporated village called Blaisdell in Mountrail County. The population was about 75, and the village was about four square blocks. We had no paved streets, but there were about six street lights.
The small Catholic church was on a hill about two blocks east of Main Street. That was a wonderful location, because the east side of the hill was dimly lit at night by a couple of the street lights.