It had been a hard year in our rural community. Lots of older people had passed away, leaving their spouses alone. There had also been quite a few farm accidents from which people were recovering. To add to that, farm prices were low, and many in our community were looking toward the upcoming year
Do you think it means I’m growing old
When thoughts of winter snow
Mean icy streets and frozen toes
And cars that just won’t go?
Of shoveling walks and clearing drives
Wet mittens hung to dry,
Of late to work, and cancelled plans
–Has youth for me passed by?
If I don’t think of snowball
I’ve finally come up with the ultimate New Year’s resolution!
Unlike previous resolutions over many, many years, it cannot be broken. I don’t have to worry about getting enough exercise, eating healthier, losing weight, getting more sleep, being friendlier, exhibiting more patience and self-control,
I was dozing on the couch a few days before Christmas, when the scent of warm pine needles and candle wax permeated my consciousness. Still in my semi-conscious state, I was transported back through the years to a rough, little house perched on the bank of the creek. A gleaming Christmas tree stood
Christmas is almost here and with all of the planning and preparation nearly done, it’s nice to take a break from all of it and do something creative with family and/or friends. Making Christmas ornaments is fun because they can be made using so many different types of materials: styrofoam balls,
Every Christmas season brings back a flood of memories for most of us. Some recollections make us smile while others are tinged with sadness, especially after parents, relatives and close friends no longer are with us.
Some of our favorite remembrances involve our less than enthusiastic young children
I’d like to climb on the wooden sled with Larry, and let Daddy pull us across the snow to hunt the perfect pine tree. We would have to stop and look at the intricate formation of the snowflakes that were falling on Daddy’s brown jersey gloves, and marvel that “no two are exactly alike.” The
For the past several years, the first weekend of November has brought a most welcome visitor to Born Again Quilts. Macedonian Marvin Moehle drives from Granite City, Illinois to Fort Wayne to attend the St. Nicholas Orthodox Church Annual Macedonian Ball. For the past few years his visits have been
“Brainstorms! A Big Hole and the North Pole”
This is Allen Shaw’s second book in the “Brainstorms” series. It again follows the imaginary travels of a young boy and his grandfather. This time there is a trip to the North Pole, but there is a surprising twist at the end of their journey, that
Old Jasper Blankenship bought a deer license again this year, just as he’s done every year since Eisenhower was President. He sticks nickels and dimes in a jar all year long and smiles each time he contributes. By Fall, he’s saved up enough for a deer tag.
Jasper lives full-time out at the diggin’s
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere.
Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead;
They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit’s tread.
The robin and the wren are flown,
By the time you read this Thanksgiving Day will be past, and typically it is time to start getting creative with the leftovers so they can be enjoyed in a new venue. Leftover turkey can now become turkey soup, turkey casserole or turkey tetrazzini.
As Veteran’s Day approaches we will once again pause and reflect on the men and women who served their country. So many veterans today still serve their country, just not in uniform. Kudos to the Warrior Breed Motorcycle Club, whose members are honorably discharged U.S. military veterans who spearheaded
Cyrus was an old farmer and had worked hard all of his life. He was independent, but he was getting older and everything was just a little bit harder. Still, he was determined to maintain his independence and pride.
When the Boy Scouts came around wanting to rake his leaves, he shooed them away, telling
Summer was dying; they all agreed. It was evident in the pallor of her early morning fogs, and in the encroaching coolness of her nights. She was a little slower in getting up in the morning, and evening found her creeping off to bed just a little earlier. She had lost the buoyant enthusiasm of her
O, suns, and skies, and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October’s bright blue weather;
By Helen Hunt Jackson
The heavenly blue sky of October overshadows our hills today; such an expanse of color that it makes a person glad to be alive. It is reflected in
To look at Herb Collins, you wouldn’t think he was like that. A nicer, kinder guy you never met. But for one evening each year … one little slice of time … he’s downright diabolical.
Every small town has one, of course. There is always that one person who takes Halloween to its extremes of
This story concerns a 92-year-old, petite, proud man who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with his hair fashionably coifed and face shaved clean, even though he is legally blind.
Since his wife of 70 years recently passed away, it was necessary for him to move into a nursing home.
This year’s Dias de los Muertos (Days of the Dead) celebration at the Fort Wayne Museum of Art (FWMoA) will engage the public like never before. This year for the seventh annual event there will be an altar exhibit in the gallery space that people can view through November 12.
Unlike today’s Hallow’s
Donna and I had barely started dating. She played in the orchestra for a musical, so I went almost every night. One night after the musical finished, she invited me backstage. As we were mingling with other cast and orchestra members, one of them made an announcement.
“Hey, everyone, how would
Does it seem possible that October 20th will mark the 5th anniversary of the grand opening of Born Again Quilts on South Wayne Avenue?
Much has transpired over the past five years to both the building and the business. Before the grand opening it took three months to have the basement walls secured
A Christian writing club at the Waynedale Public Library, 2200 Lower Huntington Road meets every month on the fourth Tuesday (no meetings in December).
Recently author, Kayleen Reusser, announced at one of the writing club meetings that she will be launching her most recent book, They Did It for Honor:
The Golden Delicious apples are being picked on farms in Clay County, sending housewives for their cookers, pans and paring knives. This particular apple is a native of Clay County, West Virginia, being discovered on the Mullins farm at Bomont. The fame of this delicious apple has spread world-wide,
Betty couldn’t believe what Maxine had just whispered in her ear. “Say that again.”
Maxine leaned across the arm of her wheelchair, raised her hand to her mouth, leaned in close to Betty’s ear and repeated her statement.
Betty raised her hands to her mouth in a show of disbelief. Her eyes grew