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  • Last week my husband and I took a short trip to Winter Garden, a town not too far from Orlando.
    We went to the historic downtown district with its trendy businesses housed in restored storefronts from as far back as the early 1900s.
    A restaurant we went in was originally Cappleman Brothers Grocery Store, built in 1912.
    As my husband read the menu, I read about the history of the building -- the original brick, the gothic stained glass panels in the front window that came from an old Presbyterian church.

  • Aug. 27, 1987 (30 Years Ago)

  • Part One
    As much as it pains me, and despite the illusion that my mind insists upon indulging, I find myself thinking and saying things that I never thought I would.
    Statements such as “Back when I was a kid, this was nothing but farmland”,
    “When I was your age my mother couldn’t keep me inside. Now I can’t get you out!”

  • It was a warm summer night in a town near Washington, D.C.
    A group of friends sat around a backyard table eating dinner when a young man with a gun appeared and interrupted the dinner party, according to a 2016 NPR story.
    “Give me your money or I’m going to start shooting,” he said, pointing the gun at one of the women.
    The people believed him; however, no one had any money on them.
    So, they started talking to the man, first trying to play on his guilt: “What would your mother think about you doing this?”

  • Aug. 13, 1987 (340 Years Ago)
    The Trimble County Board of Education has appointed Bedford pharmacist Robert Yowler to a position on the board. Yowler will fill the vacancy left by Carole Martin who recently resigned due to moving to Madison. Martin who had recently served as board chairman, had served on the school board for the past 12 years. Yowler will fill the remaining term of Martin, which expires in January 1988.

  • Two Sundays ago I was in a flat mood. That’s the best way to describe how I felt. I had no interest in any of the activities that typically take up most of my days.

  • August 6, 1967 (30 Years Ago)
    An afternoon swimming outing quickly turned into tragedy when two girls, Joyce Michelle Stivers, age 9, and her sister, Hectoria Stivers, 7, drowned Monday evening in the Little Kentucky River near the vicinity of the bridge, known as the creek crossing. The accident occurred at about 6:15 p.m. The bodies were later found in five feet of water. The two girls were the daughters of Joe and Linda Stivers, Bedford.

  • I have a long, unfortunate and adversarial relationship with sharp-edged objects. The list of the things I’ve managed to hurt myself on grows longer by the month. Yes, I said month. Many companies have signs to highlight how many days the employees have gone without an accident. Any sign of mine would be embarrassingly short, if not blank.

  • Today I have the heebie jeebies.
    I’ve been listening to a podcast (that’s like a radio program that you download from the Internet) about fear: Why are people afraid? How can they get rid of fear?
    The podcast began with a story about woman with Urbach-Wiethe disease, a rare condition that has three symptoms: a scratchy voice, raised dots around the eyes and absolutely no sense of fear.
    The part of her brain that registers fear is calcified. She can be happy, sad, angry, feel love and feel hate, but she can’t feel fear.

  • July 30, 1987 (30 Years Ago)
    Donald “Skip” Meisner, executive director of the Kentucky Indiana Regional Planning and Development Agency (KIPDA), attended the regular meeting of Trimble County Fiscal Court last week to outline the agency’s services. Meisner said he had flown over the county by helicopter, viewing its terrain and studying its potential. “The county has tremendous appeal in natural beauty. The physical environment is gorgeous.” Meisner stated that the Ohio River had particular development potential.

  • An unnamed force in the universe seems bent on stripping me of any ego I may have possessed. As a young person I was able to take horrendous spills and walk away uninjured. The chill of winter was no deterrent to a day spent playing outdoors. Bare feet were made to run over rocks with the same immunity to pain as were shoes. Finally, I could roll around in poison ivy with absolutely no reaction.

  • July 23, 1987 (30 Years Ago)

  • I have resigned myself to the fact that most attempts I make at outdoor chores are certain to be spoiled by rain. The amount of rainfall increases exponentially in comparison to the degree of work required to complete the task at hand. I can summon the rain by gathering the water hose, bucket, sponge, car shampoo and a look of determination. Mentioning how badly the flower beds need to be weeded will cause a torrential downpour. The mere thought of mowing the grass will trigger flash flood warnings.

  • One of the great pleasures in life is being able to say, “I told you so.”
    I don’t get to say it often, but when I do, especially when I can say it to my husband, I do it with immense glee. I may even dance around and sing.
    Moms get to say I told you so a lot.
    Remember Ralphie’s mom in “A Christmas Story”? Ralphie kept asking for Red Ryder BB gun and his mom kept saying, “You’ll shoot your eye out.”

  • July 16, 1987 (30 Years Ago)