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  • Years ago when I did a lot of conference and retreat speaking, I was invited to speak at the annual Episcopal women’s diocesan meeting at the cathedral in downtown Orlando.
    A local Episcopalian woman who had suggested my name offered to take care of all the details for me. All I had to do was show up, which is what I do best.

  • April 3, 1986 (30 Years Ago)
    Several plans are under study at the Kentucky Department of Highways to reroute U.S. 421 as it approaches the top of Milton hill. Eventually, the state plans to construct a new bridge over the Ohio River and the highway routing plans will coordinate with the Indiana Department of Transportation’s current road system. Wade Campbell of the Kentucky Department of Highways District 5 said the relocation of the Milton-Madison bridge may take 10 to 20 years to get construction underway.

  • While returning from a day full of errands with my children, my eldest and I were in a conversation regarding the taste of medications. I wondered aloud why some of the prettiest colored elixirs were hiding the most abominable of flavors. It seems to be a cruel hoax to play on a trusting young child.

  • For years “Barney” lived at the edge of town and on the fringe of society. He ran a junk yard and lived in the middle of it. No one thought much of or about Barney. He was one of those “invisible people” that never get their day in the sun. He had no family; he never married, gruff and hard to get to know.
    Every day was the same; He would get up, fix his coffee, a bowl of oatmeal, feed the dogs and get to work. He spent the day taking off the usable parts of the junked cars, then sending the shell to a smeltering plant in Birmingham.

  • I’ve heard it said that a man’s worst difficulties begin when he is able to do as he like.
    If I could do whatever I like, I’d eat several massive cinnamon rolls every morning for breakfast, spend the day on my couch watching reruns of “Gilmore Girls,” punch a few people I know in the nose, never pay my taxes or dust my house.
    That’s just off the top of my head.
    Most of us think freedom is doing anything we want, making our own rules, not submitting to any type of authority -- if it feels good, do it.

  • Mar. 27, 1986 (30 years ago)
    If your children are starved when they get home from school, there’s no need to despair. They can quickly microwave a snack that will provide many nutrients for the number of calories. Introduce your son or daughter to the microwave oven. It isn’t a toy, but it can be quite safe to use if is used correctly.

  • On Walker’s Bend, where I come from, when a loved one died we didn’t have a proper funeral home; we had Bro. Rannie. He was a mortician and part time taxidermist. He didn’t advertise it, but if you used him for your funeralizing needs, he would mount your next deer head free.  

  • Years ago, I attended a seminar at my church where the speaker, a pastor from a church in San Francisco, quite possibly the coolest city on earth, talked about the “counterintuitive way of doing church.”
    He challenged us to make church a place where those outside the faith could feel welcome as they worked out their process.
    Church, he said, should be a place that encourages questions, gives space for doubt and doesn’t demand that people make on-the-spot faith decisions. Church should be a safe place where people can try faith on, test it out.

  • Mar. 20, 1986 (30 years ago)
    The Trimble County Fiscal Court took glancing blows from all directions at its regular monthly meeting Monday as groups of citizens came before the court to hash over topics ranging from roads to the yard sale resolution made at the court’s February meeting. There were concerned citizens who had circulated a petition in the interest of keeping the courthouse yard open to yard sales.

  • Maybe it’s because I didn’t grow up with the type of technology to which today’s youth have access. Maybe it’s because my vision has worsened exponentially over the past few years; or maybe, just maybe I’ve discovered yet another flaw in a structure not quite up to code. Whatever it may be I’ve come to the realization that computers make me nauseous.

  • On Facebook it is real easy to quit being a friend with someone with whom you were once warm and fuzzy. A hover of the cursor and the click of a button and they have been dropped-kicked right out of your digital life as if they never existed, no explanations, quick, efficient and done.  

  • Once upon a time I had $3 pants.
    Dark, forest-y green rayon pinstriped dress slacks, with teeny flecks of black in the fabric. Regularly $45 marked down to $14.29 with an additional 30 percent off, then another 70 percent off -- $3 pants!
    I was so excited about my purchase that when I got them home I immediately put them in a place of honor in my closet and sat on my bed to admire my precious find.
    That’s when I realized I had nothing to wear with them. After much thought I decided a collarless black jacket would be perfect to go with my $3 pants.

  • March 13, 1986 (30 Years Ago)

  • As a child I had three of the common fears; I was afraid of thunder, the dark, and small, enclosed spaces. I was okay as long as I had some sort of light to enable me to make out the objects in the room. For some odd reason pitch black made me feel as if I was smothering. I suppose this is where claustrophobia steps up to the plate. The bottom bunk was impossible for me. In the dark it felt as if I was entombed.

  • My wife and I recently downsized. As we sifted through nearly 40 years of married life we both struggled with what to keep, what to give away and what needed to be thrown away. The death of a daughter, five siblings, both of our mothers and my father had made us realize the importance of cherishing memories of our times with them.