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  • The candles were lit, my favorite dish was cooking, my wife had a smile on her face……no it wasn’t THAT- but thanks for the boost to my 62 year old male ego!!!!
    “Honey,” she said, (that was a good sign) “the kids are grown….and gone (we hope). It is time we began downsizing”—awwww, I wished it hadn’t been THAT.  “You start in the garage.”

  • Our memories are the closest thing to time machines we will ever have. I am writing this, remembering my 10th Christmas when my grandmother, Ruby, told me about her 10th Christmas… in 1912. Those long ago Christmases consisted of horses and wagons, coal oil lamps, fireplaces and food grown in the garden.    

  • My bedroom and bathroom contain a portal to the reptile and insect kingdom. Specifically, the closet opens into the domain of the humble brown snake. My bathroom ushers in the stinkbug and his entourage of lady bugs. Once the stinkbug/lady bug contingent has arrived, the colonization process begins. The bathroom has fallen to the bugs and their sights are set on the bedroom.

  • We had been planning this particular weekend for months, Part One of our Christmas 2016 Celebration Extravaganza.
    Part Two happens on Dec. 24 with a trip to Orlando for a replay of a Christmas Eve we spent there two years ago.
    We had begun with a Christmas Eve service at a church near the downtown area, followed by pizza and hot, gooey garlic knots.

  • Dec. 18, 1986 (30 Years Ago)
    The 30th annual Christmas Open House of the Bedford Loan & Deposit Bank was held Saturday, Dec. 13, at the bank’s Bedford and Sligo offices. Over 1,100 people joined in the spirit of the season in the all day affair. Bank president Neil Bryan, executive vice president Jerry Powell and all of the bank family extended their wishes for a joyous Christmas season to everyone who attended.

  • Just as soon as I thought that I had finally taken my most humiliating picture, along came the passport photo requirement. I went to the post office to apply for this document with that familiar, sinking sensation I experience whenever a camera is pointed in my direction. My image ranges from goofy to ghastly; I simply do not know what happens within the recesses of the camera. Whatever it is, it’s nightmarish.

  • There’s a group of people in North Carolina who call themselves People of the Second Chance (POSC).
    One of the things they do is throw parties -- for people just out of prison, for recovering drug addicts, for misfits, for the discouraged, for the uncelebrated and forgotten, for the overlooked and hurting, for those bowed down with guilt and shame.
    What they do is backwards and upside down. The parties aren’t for the straight A student, the athlete of the year, the one who does things right most of the time.

  • Dec. 11, 1986 (30 Years Ago)
    Franklin Roark was returned to the Oldham County Jail 48 hours after he burrowed through a cell wall and escaped Thursday, Dec. 4. Roark is being held on grand jury indictments from both Trimble and Oldham counties on charges of rape, sodomy, burglary, robbery, and three counts of persistent felony offender and now an escape charge. He was picked up by investigators in Strongville, Ohio, near the home of an ex wife.

  • Editor’s Note: Following is a transcript of the now-famous speech delivered 75 years ago today by President Franklin Delano Roosevelt before a joint session of Congress seeking a declaration of war against Japan on the day following the surprise attack on U.S. military installations in Hawaii.

    Mr. Vice President, Mr. Speaker, members of the Senate and the House of Representatives:

  • “If you don’t like the weather wait a few minutes and it will change.” I firmly believe that this statement should be added to the signs marking our state lines. The past few years have seemed to become increasingly capricious. We apparently have run out of springs and falls and dive directly into summers and winters. Ouch! This makes me sad.

  • Last Saturday, Larry Silverman caught a catfish, which he considers a miracle, a moment of light after a year of incredible darkness. Larry is the pastor of New Covenant of Grace Fellowship in Inverness, Fla.
    Last year, Larry had a loose tooth, and shortly after he had it pulled he was diagnosed with cancer in his mouth. As a result, he had part of his tongue removed and his jaw reconstructed using a bone and skin from his leg. He now eats through a feeding tube.

  • With the economy the way it has been the last few years, many of us have changed professions, positions and paychecks!
    Up and down; the whirlwind of change has affected us. I enjoy listening with rapt attention to others’ stories of how their lives have changed.
    Many of us never envisioned we would be doing what we are doing to make a living at this stage in our lives.
    My wife and I were eating in a little seafood restaurant on the Gulf Coast. The waitress was friendly and talkative. I asked her how she had got into “waitressing.”

  • Dec. 4, 1986 (30 Years Ago)
    The Trimble County Fiscal Court has applied to the Kentuckiana Regional Planning and Development Agency for funds for recreation park additions. According to a KIPDA newsletter the county has requested $30,000 from the Department of the Interior and $30,000 in local funds for the park. The monies will be used to develop a horse barn, show ring, bleachers, parking area, lighting and water. These facilities are being planned for the undeveloped 10 acres which were purchased earlier this year by the court with similar funding.

  • Aunt Bertie was getting ready for Thanksgiving. She sent Uncle Clovis out to the chicken coop to wring a few hens’ necks. Any of y’all ever done that? If you have – you’re rural.
    Clovis brought a couple of hens back to the kitchen and Aunt Bertie began pulling feathers off.
    Clovis has a little pet monkey named Jack, smartest little critter you’ve ever seen, indeed. Monkey see, monkey do, is his middle name. Jack sat on his stool watching Bertie plucking those chickens.

  • Prior to our marriage my husband had a well-tended, lush back yard. His backyard was approximately an acre. For the purposes of this story I will include the side yard since it has also experienced unrelenting attacks. He mowed and weeded regularly and things ran smoothly along their appointed courses. He had a routine that worked. That was before he met me. Shortly after we married things began to change. The changes weren’t dramatic at first. Things began to shift in a gradual, insidious manner. The first major change came in the form of horses.