• None of us live long until we discover for ourselves that not everything we encounter on life’s journey is really “real.” It doesn’t make any difference what area of life it may be, there seems to always be a counterfeit for the genuine.

  • Dear readers,

    I would like to share some very good news with you about the school district this week. The first item of good news is that Trimble County Public Schools, for the second year consecutively, has a balanced budget. It was a struggle to get there as we went through the legislative session in the spring and had more than $300,000 cut from our state revenue. Once again, however, the consolidation of our middle and high school buildings back in 2016 has been extremely helpful in allowing us to efficiently use our resources over the past two years.

  • The Trimble County Historical Society was formed in 1977. As the founding members began researching those who settled here they had to reach out to other counties to get the beginnings. The members of societies in other counties came together and decided to have an annual picnic to bond with one another.

  • Unless you talk about it or document your end-of-life wishes, most family’s will not know what you want and this can cause a lot of stress and anxiety on family members.

    Written records of patient wishes can improve quality of end-of-life care and help a person die with dignity.  Conversation Project is a public engagement campaign to promote end-of-life planning discussions.  According to AARP, the following steps may help you begin the conversation:

  • I’ve had more ludicrous surprises while driving than most people I know. Of course ludicrous surprises in any setting are my forte. I’ve become tentative at the wheel because I never know what’s coming next. What I do know is it will be unexpected.


    Recently one of my clients received in the mail a private dinner invitation from a financial advisor. The advisor claimed that he will show attendees how to keep their money safe from market declines and provide a way to receive a lifetime income that can’t be outlived.

  • Last week I spoke at a women’s luncheon at a local church.

    The woman who invited me told me that their theme was thankfulness.

    That was several months ago when the sky was blue, the humidity was low and I think someone brought in cake to work that day, so of course I said I’d love to talk about being thankful.

    After all, it’s easy to give thanks when all is well.

    And then in the weeks leading up to my talk, life just sort of fell apart. In many ways it feels like the gates of hell opened up and dumped on my family.

  • Recently, my husband came home from work and told me he was in charge of a project which involved the development and installation of a robot.

  • Sometime ago, I read a humorous fictitious manual for those who volunteer in the Peace Corps.

    There was a particular portion directed to those who would be heading to South America. The manual gave specific advice to the volunteers on how to handle an encounter with an anaconda. One of the largest constrictor type snakes in the world. The advice given comes with the heading, “What to do if attacked by an Anaconda?” Here is the list:

    If you are attacked by an anaconda do not run. The snake is faster than you are.

    Lie flat on the ground.

  • Years ago, my granddaughter Caroline couldn’t be trusted to not make a run for it in a crowd.

    As a toddler, she was notorious for breaking loose from my daughter’s grasp and taking off running. She was also fearless and overly friendly when it came to approaching strangers and, if given the chance, would follow anyone anywhere, especially if offered candy or a puppy or a sip of Diet Coke.

  • Have you seen grace lately?

    That was a question posed in 1996 by the editor of the now-defunct Virtue magazine, a Christian women’s magazine I used to write for.

    The editor, Jeanette Thomason, once spent several weeks chronicling the stopping spots of railroad tramps in Spokane, Washington.

    She’d make her way past rows of abandoned buildings and find discarded wine bottles and chicken bones, cold campfires and cardboard lean-tos.

  • BY CHARLES LISTON | Special to the Banner

    A final score of 69 (no bogies, three birdies) was good but not near good enough for the Bedford Rotary Club to bring home any trophies from Ohio Valley United Charities (OVUC) golf scramble last week at Henry County Country Club.

  • BY CHARLES LISTON | Special to the Banner

    For many of us attending and enjoying the Trimble County Apple Festival, we remain unaware of the great deal of volunteer work that goes into creating this successful, annual activity.

  • These are days and times when very few people take the time to become involved in the lives of those who are less-fortunate or needy.

  • Years ago, I was terrified of flying.

    You wouldn’t have wanted to sit by me in an airplane because, if you weren’t already nervous, my white-knuckled grip of the arm rest and my yelping at every strange noise or shake of the plane would have made you nearly as crazy as I was.

    One time got on a plane — it was the first of four flights over the course of a weekend — I got ready for my usual fear-fueled meltdown, but it didn’t happen.

    I wasn’t afraid one bit.

  • My contacts like to hide. On two occasions one or the other has determined that the exceptionally snug spaces beneath my upper lids are the perfect locale for respite from a hectic day.

  • While driving through the countryside of hills, valleys and streams from one of my offices to another, I noticed another vehicle that resembled a gigantic mud ball rather than any recognizable make or model. It had obviously been driven in a “mud run,” adding considerable volume and weight to its original design. The sight of it caused an uneasy feeling for me as I imagined being that driver. In my own car I can hardly wait after a bug or a bird’s “gift” hits my windshield to stop to remove it from sight.

  • As the story goes, a group of tourists on an African safari hired several native porters to carry their supplies.

    After three days, the porters announced they needed to stop and rest for a while. However, they didn’t appear to be tired, so the tourists asked why they needed to stop.

    One of the porters said, “We are not tired, but we have walked too far too fast and now we must wait for our souls to catch up.”

    I thoroughly understand. Often I go too far too fast and life zips by and my soul is somewhere else, left behind in the dust.

  • Sam Burgess went on vacation to Ocean Isle, N.C. with a few of his family members and they brought along the Trimble Banner to read in their spare time. Pictured left to right are Mark Sawyer, Sherri Sawyer, Sam Burgess, Gwen Fothergill Knight, Linda Brown, Holly Hughes Yowler, Robert Yowler, and Benetta Knight. 

    Planning a getaway for fall break or later this year? Take along a copy of the Banner and send a picture of the family with the newspaper to editor@mytrimblenews.com.

  • BY CHARLES LISTON | Special to the Trimble Banner

    Thousands of miles from Bray Orchards and Roadside Market, manager Jamae Pyles and fellow traveler Cecilia Oak got to see an array of farm products grown and marketed in Alaska.