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  • Coffee shop madness

    The old adage, “Truth is Stranger Than Fiction,” played out while I was eating breakfast one morning in Lynchburg, Tenn., (home of Jack Daniels Distillery and that might explain this story) sitting in one of those quintessential coffee shops that dot the town square of nearly every midwestern and southern town.

  • Chasing the monsters away

    My grandfather sold insurance by day and in his spare time he was an artist.
    He mostly painted clowns -- scary clowns.
    A few of his paintings hung in our house, which meant as a kid I had major heebie jeebies nearly all the time, especially at night.
    When you’re a kid getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and you know scary clowns are staring at you from the walls in the hallway, well, you grow up neurotic and afraid.

  • LOOKING BACK

    June 12, 1986 (30 Years Ago)
    The Kentucky Public Service Commission, recognizing Louisville Gas and Electric Company’s need for a date certain to use for planning and budgeting in connection with the electric generating unit that the Company is building in Trimble County, has found that July 1991 “is appropriate for these purposes.” But the PSC said it will continue to review and monitor the need for the Trimble County plant. LG&E had scheduled the unit for completion in mid-1988, but the PSC last fall ordered a delay of at least three years.

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  • Sunroom makeover

    Finally, after discussion, debating and a fair share of whining, my husband agreed to get rid of a pair of atrocious carpets. The carpets were decades old and have been the recipients of many assaults of the human and pet kind. No amount of vacuuming and steam cleaning had lightened the dingy color, eliminated the odor, or dispelled the carpet ghosts. One fine morning the carpet guys showed up and removed the bane of my existence. That afternoon I was free of dingy, smelly, haunted carpets!

  • 1953 Golden Jubilee Ford tractor

    Spending summers on our grandparents’ farms was a rite of passage for some of us. The rapidly changing face of the American Culture of the 60’s and 70’s left many of our parents (children of the Great Depression of the 30’s) wanting their progeny to experience and understand what their childhoods were like.
    That is how I found myself, the summer of my 10th birthday, at my grandparents’ farm. Granddaddy had built a roughhewn bunkhouse to house my cousins and me for the farm labor we would provide for the summer.

  • Walking in shoes of grace

    I wish you could walk in my shoes.
    I’m talking about my Skechers round-toed EZ Flex 2 Sweetpea slip-ons with the softest, most cushiony memory foam footbeds that feel like I’m walking on pillows.
    I have three pairs -- black, gray and powder blue. Today I’m wearing the powder blue ones. They are the most comfortable shoes I own and quite possibly the most comfortable shoes I may have ever worn before in my entire life.
    I love these shoes.

  • LOOKING BACK

    June 5, 1986 (30 Years Ago)
    This year’s Trimble County Fair promises to be bigger and better than ever before. Running from June 17-21, the fair’s theme is Celebration ’86. The theme was chosen by fair board members from entries submitted by local students. Celebration ’86 was the idea of Sabina McCoy, daughter of Charles and Corliss McCoy, Milton.

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  • Apologies to everybody

    The chaotic nature of my life, despite my best efforts, has made me realize the enormous amount of patience required by others to refrain from strangling me. I sincerely feel badly for those unfortunates who are drawn into the unpredictable orbit of Crystal.

  • Uncle Willis

    Uncle Willis, my alcoholic Uncle Willis, spent a year and day in the Jackson County, Alabama jail. Let me explain how it happened….
    Grandma said, “Willis is a good Christian boy, he just got baptized in dirty water.”

  • How not to ‘flunk’ sainthood

    On my last birthday I turned 61.
    I thought by this age I’d get the hang of the whole sainthood thing, at least the Protestant definition of a saint as simply being a follower of Jesus, although that somehow doesn’t seem to be enough. Shouldn’t there be more to it than that? Hitting a benchmark of obedience? Praying without ceasing? Saying no to temptation eight out of 10 times, or at least two out of 10?
    If so, then I’m a poor excuse for a “saint.”

  • LOOKING BACK

    May 29, 1986 (30 years ago)
    Alumni Banquet Enjoys 21st Gathering
    The twenty-first fathering of the Trimble County Alumni Association was held May 17 at the high school with approximately 175 in attendance. Owen Lee Clifford was Master of Ceremonies.
    Pierce Retires As TCHS Cook After 30 Years

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  • Ullie’s General Store
  • Shining a light on family secrets

    When my oldest daughter was 4 or 5 we were riding with my mom and Alison blurted out, “Grandma, want to know a family secret?”
    I sat in the passenger seat frozen, not sure what my daughter was about to say.
    “It’s like Dad wearing Mom’s underwear,” Alison said.
    It was one of those moments when you feel obligated to explain, but you sure as heck don’t want to because no matter what you say your mom will still think you’re an imbecile -- or worse.

  • LOOKING BACK

    May 22, 1986 (30 Years Ago)
    Musical Was Enjoyable
    The Sesquicentennial Committee’s musical program held Friday  evening, May 9 was a lovely affair with the “Sweet Adeline Chorus from Louisville presenting talented trained voices ninety strong.  Their costumes of royal blue chiffon with silver beading elaborately designed were worth seeing.

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  • Prinkles

    I am the recipient of one of Mother Nature’s cruelest pranks. I have developed prinkles. One evening I was absent-mindedly fiddling with a small bump on my brow ridge. Upon further inspection I was dismayed to discover that the mysterious bump was a pimple! Of all of the ludicrous developments! I was under the impression that those days were well behind me; evidently not!

  • Traveling in a gospel band

    Growing up in the 1970s the cool thing was to start a band. If you were from the city you started a rock band; from the country, a country band; and if you were from church you started a gospel quartet. That is how I came to be a part of a gospel group.
    We had sung locally for several months before we got our first out of town invitation. I answered the phone, and the pastor on the other end said, “I hear ya’ll are a fine group of young people and we would love to have you come sing at our third Saturday night gospel singing.”