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The Scent of Colome

Outhouse curator Richard Papousek’s contribution to humanity is more olfactory than”The Factory.” His Outhouse Museum in Colome is a small shrine to the historic design of private spaces.

The project began about 15 years ago and a few miles down the road in Gregory, where Papousek formerly ran an antique shop. The museum came into being as a tourist draw, but according to some grew into something much more than that, and according to others is still just a tourist draw.

“As a kid, I grew up with outhouses,” Papousek says.”We had them at our school and on our farm, and they’ve all kind of disappeared. And I thought this would be kind of neat to make a little collection, so I did that behind my store.”

He put an ad in the paper.”People thought I was crazy, but they did come across with some unique outhouses.” His collection includes a double-door, a doggy outhouse and a shack reputedly frequented by Calamity Jane.

The Gregory museum opened to some national media fanfare, and then settled into its existence as an outhouse collection in a small town on Highway 18. After Papousek closed the shop, the museum spent a few years in a temporary home, and then went away.

The museum is making a comeback in its new digs in an alley behind Main Street in Colome. Papousek has brought back some of the classics, along with some new, old outhouses, locally acquired. Each is accompanied by a summary of collected oral histories about its provenance and notable visitors received.”Each one has a unique story,” he says, though,”sometimes it might get embellished a little. It’s outhouses, what do you expect?”

Perhaps this installation will set down roots.”Gregory didn’t really want to be known as the dump of the world,” Papousek says.”I come to Colome and they welcomed it with open arms.” The city even laid some new gravel in the alley.

Michael Zimny is the social media engagement specialist for South Dakota Public Broadcasting in Vermillion. He blogs for SDPB and contributes arts columns to the South Dakota Magazine website.

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Steak Night Light

Recently, a column featuring my hometown of Colome was pulled from the print archives of South Dakota Magazine and posted online. Along with a short history of the origin of this small town’s name, the article discusses one of our famous traditions: Steak Night.

Every Thursday, a stream of ladies carrying covered salad bowls and trays file in through the side door of the American Legion. These dedicated volunteers not only provide the homemade salad bar for the evening diners, they also work the event. Waitresses, dishwashers, cleanup crew and kitchen prep staff are all our family, friends and neighbors.

Take your time as you move through the room to find a table on Steak Night. Stop and visit with a friend; tip your hat to your child’s teacher; gossip a little with your neighbor; buy a drink for the business owner that did the small town above and beyond for you last week. As you navigate the line for the salad bar, don’t waste too much space on that plate with lettuce. You will want plenty of room for the wide variety of homemade salads. While chicken strips, fried shrimp, fried chicken and battered fish are available for those who run against the grain, Steak Night really features sirloins, rib eyes and hearty hamburger steaks. The flattop-fried steaks are served with your choice of baked potato or fries and buttered toast on the side. It is a menu that is simple, to the point and tried and true for the loyal patrons. Nobody leaves Steak Night hungry. It is a community event that feeds body and soul.

On nights that aren’t Steak Night Thursday, there is a new kind of steak that I have been cooking up for Hubs. His favorite vegetable is cauliflower, but after a while, I just can’t take any more cheese sauce. We frequently roast our cauliflower, but slicing it into a thick steak makes it a whole new dish. Of course, this doesn’t replace a juicy, well-prepared beefsteak, but depending on our mood, it can be an entire meal on its own.

Simply brush thick slices of cauliflower with olive oil and toss into the oven to roast. Meanwhile, sautÈ onions, diced red pepper, diced zucchini and sweet corn. Season it all with salt and pepper and serve the corn relish over the cauliflower steaks. Invite some friends, family or neighbors over and create your own Steak Night.


Corn Relish over Cauliflower Steaks

1 head cauliflower

Olive oil

1/2 cup onions, diced

1/2 cup red bell pepper, diced

1 cup zucchini, diced

1-2 cups sweet corn (fresh or frozen/defrosted)

Kosher salt

Freshly ground black pepper

Preheat oven to 375F.

Cut 3/4-inch slices from the head of cauliflower. (Most large heads will allow for about 4 slices. Reserve remaining cauliflower for another purpose.) Brush both sides of the cauliflower steaks with olive oil and season with salt and pepper. Arrange on a baking sheet and roast until golden and tender, about 40 minutes. Flip the steaks about half way through roasting time when the bottom becomes browned.

Meanwhile, heat olive oil in a large skillet. SautÈ the onion until tender and translucent. Add the red pepper and zucchini; cook, stirring occasionally, until vegetables begin to soften. Add the corn and heat through. Season with salt and pepper to taste.

Serve the corn relish over the roasted cauliflower steaks. (Serves 4)

Fran Hill has been blogging about food at On My Plate since October of 2006. She, her husband and their two dogs ranch near Colome.

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Colombe’s Colome

Reed Petersek, a steer wrestler on the South Dakota rodeo circuit, and his wife Erin live in Colome.

An apple a day keeps the doctor away, and a good steak a week keeps an entire town happy. At least, that’s true for Colome, a cowboy enclave surviving nicely on the Tripp County prairie sea of grass and corn.

About 150 diners gather in a green metal building known as the Thayer-Waters American Legion Club every Thursday night for steaks, salads and neighborly talk. Steak Night, as it’s called, has grown to become an unusual community tradition.

Colome is in south central South Dakota, a half hour’s drive north of the Nebraska border. A dozen businesses operate there, and their names tell something about the town: Frontier Bar, Feed Mill (the local cafÈ), the Sign Inn and Scott’s Welding, for examples.

Anchoring Main Street is the stately Veterans Memorial Stadium, built to honor local World War II soldiers, where teens practice basketball. North of the big gray gym is the Legion Club, where the aforementioned steaks are fried.

Statuary welcomes guests to St. Isidore Catholic Church. Isidore is the paton saint of farmers.

“Steak night is an institution,” says Fran Hill, a local rancher, writer and food blogger who has helped with the event.”It’s almost all volunteer, only the cook and the bartender and a barmaid are paid.” The helpers bring salads, wait tables and wash dishes.

Alan Armstrong, the Colome school superintendent, says his children plan their trips back home to coincide with steak night.”And we try not to schedule school events on Thursdays because we can’t compete with that, and we don’t want to.”

Armstrong says the street is full of cars by 5:30,”and usually it’s families coming together.” Profits from the feed are mostly donated to local youth and school activities, including upkeep on the auditorium. Roger Hauf, a former mayor and owner of Hauf Floor Covering and Hardware, says Colome’s citizenry, while few, are generous to a fault.

Hauf wanted a new roadside sign when the town celebrated its centennial in 2008, and he had little trouble selling bricks 400 personalized bricks to cover the $20,000 cost. Just last year, Colome raised $700 to help buy a digital projector for the Pix Theater in Winner, even though the two towns have been rivals through the years.

And people from Winner, Gregory and other neighboring towns reciprocate by attending Steak Night — proof that the town has mellowed from wild beginnings. There might not even be a town called Colome if Chris Colombe, the town’s namesake, hadn’t survived a bloody barn dance brawl in 1894.

An 1890s-era photo of the George Pete ranch shows the barn where Chris Colombe courted and fought for his bride.

Colombe was the dashing, dark grandson of Pierre Dorion, a fur trader and friend of the Yankton Sioux who interpreted for Lewis and Clark when they pushed up the Missouri River valley in 1804.

The young cowboy was taken with a beautiful girl, Emma Brughier, and promised to meet her at a barn dance at the George Pete ranch. He brought along some buddies, because he suspected that Emma’s family and friends might not approve. Sure enough, a big fight broke out, with fists, knifes and guns. Before it was over, Colombe rode away,”with the girl in his arms and there was no one on Pete’s creek who dared to follow,” according to an historical account in the Rapid City Journal.

Colombe and Brughier married, raised three children and became successful cattle ranchers. When the Rosebud region was opened to homesteaders in 1908, they sold land to the railroad for a town to be called Winona. As soon as the lots were purchased, the name was changed to Colome. Apparently, the bloody barn dance was forgiven if not forgotten.

Colome lies in the heart of South Dakota pheasant country. Larger towns of Gregory and Winner sit to the east and west, but the little town has a competitive streak. It scored a big victory five years ago when the Wood-Witten school board agreed to a consolidation agreement, even though they were closer to Winner.

That gives the school almost 300 students. Armstrong, the superintendent, takes pride in his veteran faculty.”We have people who came here out of college and are here 30 years later. That really makes a difference.”

Richard Papousek is known throughout Gregory County for his creative remodels.

The town has 300 residents today, about half the population that it boasted in 1935 when Chris Colombe died. But there’s a thriving commercial community, and hunting services have added a new industry in the recent years. Most of the lodges are located on farms outside town but several years ago an old brick hardware store on Main Street was renovated into lodging.

The lodge’s roof collapsed due to a major drainage problem, and it was about to be bulldozed when Richard Papousek, a talented Colome carpenter, stepped forward and offered to buy it for a dollar.”Nobody else was going to save it, and the price was right,” he says.

Papousek, famous locally for his creative remodeling projects, redid the lodge and decorated it with a huge collection of old commercial signs. He calls it the Sign Inn and rents rooms for $40 a night to traveling workers and hunters.

They couldn’t find a friendlier town, or a better steak on Thursday nights.

Editor’s Note: This story is revised from the March/April 2013 issue of South Dakota Magazine. To order a copy or to subscribe, call (800) 456-5117.

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You Can Go Home Again

There is much ado across the state about enticing young people who have left South Dakota in search of better opportunities to come back. Little is said about the older generations who know they can always come home.

A week or so ago, I saw a car full of people parked in the street. Some of them were getting out and cautiously, but obviously, inspecting my property from a respectable distance, and a few were taking photos of the house. Moments later, a neighbor from up the street stopped to talk to the small group, and I realized the lady standing on my sidewalk was Donna, the daughter of the couple who used to own this house. She grew up in my 100-year-old stucco.

Donna is celebrating her 75th birthday this year. In observance of the milestone, her daughters took her on a road trip across South Dakota from her home in Spearfish. They hadn’t planned to do more than drive by Donna’s childhood home in Colome. Having noticed a glimpse of this old house with its pumpkin-lined front stoop in a recent television commercial for an area utility company, they knew we were taking care of the place and just wanted to check in.

I was nervous when I went outside to greet them. June has been a busy month, and my housekeeping has lacked. With three dogs and a puppy door that allows them to run in and out as they please, dog hair and grit has become my norm. My home is lived in, not a showplace. But the moment Donna hugged me, I knew that it probably wouldn’t matter.

I started our tour in the backyard, where we have made the most changes. We chatted about her parents’ vegetable garden and where they used to burn trash. I remembered finding several old bottles in that spot when fiber optic work was completed. We stood under the branches of the large old cottonwood that no longer holds the swing that she and her daughters played on, but is now home to a nesting squirrel family each year. Donna admired our patio and flowers, and when she asked if we were happy here, I unequivocally said yes. As with any older home this house needs a lot of work, but I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else.

When we came inside, it was fun to listen to their family talk about the china hutch, the window seat and the bookshelves dividing the main living space of this Craftsman-style home. I learned that they also housed a piano in the nook by the front door and a vanity/dressing table in the small closet space off the bathroom. There were memories of baths in the claw foot tub, and giggles that the original wallpaper in the bedrooms we haven’t yet renovated was back in style. Ironically, the one part of the house that I am so desperate to change was something that seemed to spark such joy for Donna. We still have the original kitchen. She caressed my dirty countertops, and I could see the memories behind her eyes as she told me how her father had built and installed them.

I think Donna is pleased with the upkeep (regardless of the dust and dog hair) and our improvements. This will always be her home. I’m glad she feels she can come back to it and I’m honored to have been a small part of her birthday celebration. Her visit was a reminder that I am just a caretaker of this house. Someday, my relatives may be standing in the front yard taking photos and reminiscing as a new owner worries needlessly about dirt on the floors and dust on the coffee table. I hope they, too, are welcomed and able to share memories.

Recipes are a bit like old houses. We are the caretakers who make changes and improvements as time goes by, but we keep them alive by sharing. I found this recipe for Homemade Barbeque Sauce in my copy of the Colome Centennial Cookbook compiled by the Catholic Daughters. Donna submitted it as her mother’s recipe, and like her childhood home, I have made a few tweaks. The original was for basting and braising spareribs, but I brushed it on smoked baby back ribs. We loved its slightly sweet and tangy flavor. It was heartwarming to think about cooking a recipe in my kitchen that the previous family had made and enjoyed. Just like Donna, this sauce came home again.


Larsen’s Homemade Barbeque Sauce

(credited to Peggy Larsen)

1/2 cup ketchup (I used my home-canned from garden tomatoes, but I bet Peggy’s was Heinz.)

1/2 cup chili sauce

juice of one lemon

1/4 cup Worcestershire sauce

1/4 cup vinegar

1/2 cup brown sugar

1 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon celery salt

1 teaspoon chili powder (I used Ancho Chili Powder for a slightly smoky flavor.)

1 teaspoon cumin (optional…this was my addition because we like that depth of flavor it adds)

1/2 cup chopped onion

Combine all ingredients in a small saucepan and simmer on low about 20 minutes, until the onion is tender and all flavors have melded.

Brush over smoked (or grilled) baby back ribs during the last bit of cooking. Be sure to offer extra sauce at the table for those who like their ribs saucy. Or, as the original recipe reads:”Cover spareribs with water and 1 onion and boil until tender, or if preferred, bake in the oven until tender. Pour sauce over meat and cook 15-20 minutes, basting often.”

Fran Hill has been blogging about food at On My Plate since October of 2006. She, her husband and their two dogs ranch near Colome.

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The Colome Pancake Party

Our local school recently observed Homecoming, and as in most small towns, it was a community-wide event. Students celebrated all week with Super Hero and Duct Tape days, alumni returned from near and far for the weekend festivities, and there wasn’t a business window in town without slogans painted by the cheerleaders. Community spirit was high.

My husband’s graduation class was an honor year and 12 of his 19 classmates gathered for roll call at Coronation, the parade and football game on Friday, and a reunion banquet on Saturday. They greeted each other with warm hugs, and lively stories of days gone by flowed freely. After 30 years, they were still the group of close-knit kids that had terrorized the teachers and stuck up for each other through thick and thin. Past and present school staff, parents, and other alumni joined their group in reminiscing, and the tales only got better.

When the current CEO and principal sat down at our table, he didn’t talk about crazy hijinks. Instead, he told a tale that embodies what community is in a small town.

In the late ’70s, Mr. Armstrong was a teacher and coach and took on the challenge of wrangling the junior high boys’ basketball team. There was some discussion of a game during which one boy dribbled the wrong way down the court and scored the winning basket for the other team. Then my husband asked if anyone remembered going to the coach’s house for pancakes one night after a tournament.

Immediately, Mr. Armstrong asked if they knew why that happened. Nobody was aware of what led to that often remembered feast. It seems that when the team loaded back onto the bus after an out of town tournament, they were all hungry and wanted to stop to eat. Being a poor, young teacher with his own little family at home, the coach was broke. There wasn’t money in his wallet to feed a bus full of growing boys. Thinking quickly, he made a deal with the team. After they made the short drive back home, they could all come to his house for pancakes.

He assumed that most parents would be picking up the kids and very few, if any, team members would actually take him up on the offer. However, the entire team followed him home. The coach and his wife flipped pancakes for hours until everyone was stuffed. Thirty years later they can’t tell you who actually won the tournament, but they still fondly talk about that pancake feed.

It’s the little things — like unexpectedly flipping pancakes for the junior high basketball team — that are the beginnings of community spirit. Looking out for each other and doing what you can, however minimal it may seem, is the glue that holds our small towns together. We know what matters.

Those long ago pancakes were most likely a simple recipe of flour, milk, egg and sugar. However, just a few weekends ago, I broke out another old recipe for a puffy pancake that Hubs and I love. Baked in a cast iron skillet while warm caramel and banana sauce simmers on the stovetop, this breakfast treat may not feed an entire basketball team, but does easily serve four to six people, especially with a side of bacon.

Dutch Baby with Caramel Sauce and Bananas

(adapted from Rachael Ray)

1 stick unsalted butter

5 eggs

1/3 cup milk

3/4 cup flour

1/3 cup sugar

1 cup brown sugar

pinch of salt

1/2 cup sour cream (or plain Greek yogurt)

2 bananas, peeled and sliced

1/2 cup walnuts, chopped and toasted

Preheat the oven to 425 degrees F. Add 1/2 stick of butter to a 9-inch cast iron pan and melt in the oven, about 5 minutes.

Meanwhile, whisk together the eggs and milk. Combine the flour and sugar and add to the egg mixture.

Pour batter into the prepared skillet; bake until the pancake begins to rise, 15 to 20 minutes.

Meanwhile, combine the brown sugar, salt, and 2 tablespoons water over medium heat, stirring until bubbly. Stir in the remaining 1/2 stick of butter and the sour cream until smooth. Add the bananas and the walnuts to the sauce.

Drizzle the pancake with half of the caramel sauce. Slice into wedges and serve with the remaining sauce on the side. (Serves 4-6)

Fran Hill has been blogging about food at On My Plate since October of 2006. She, her husband and their two dogs ranch near Colome.