Linda Omanson might seem very ordinary if you were to meet her in person. She’s good at making it seem that way—as if she were a very ordinary person doing ordinary things. But that’s just part of her persona, part of what makes her so remarkable.
Miss Omanson, born in 1943, grew up on a farm in Osceola, IL. Osceola never was what you’d call a thriving metropolis—not quite two dozen houses, a Baptist church, and a volunteer fire station. Except for a few grass fires, the old fire truck mostly collected dust.
The church was too small to support a pastor, so he split his time between Osceola and nearby Buda. During Sunday school at one church, Rev. Shobe would be preaching his sermon at the other. (more…)