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Recently a set of quilt blocks caught my eye on Etsy: “Vintage Quilts Blocks” it was entitled and the description read, “Probably made in the 1950s by someone in my family. Squares were never sewn into a quilt. They have been carefully stored . . .
September is such an in-between month—not quite summer and not quite fall. It is the tail end of summer, as gardens begin to finish their work for another season. The ripe smell of corn tassels hang heavy in the air, as the corn stalks turn brown . . .
My daughter Heather had had a bad day. In fact, the whole week hadn’t been that good. She had started school, and there was a mixup in her classes. By the time she had that straightened out, a few days of class had already gone by. She then had to . . .
September sings her plaintive melody as she enters our hills, putting summer to flight and bringing cooler weather. The humming birds are gone. One day they were hovering over the feeders, fussing and chittering, and the next day not one of the tiny . . .
Have you ever been called a loser? In our culture, the will to win and succeed as it seems to be all that matters. No one is given much credit for being second best. Today, winning has morphed into beating countless, faceless others in anything – . . .
We were in a theatre production, and the men’s changing room was nothing but an old converted closet. We were stuffed tight in there, which made for times of joking, telling stories, and barely getting into costume before the opening scene. One night . . .
Who would have thought a cheater quilt would take second place for viewer’s choice award at the Maumee Valley Antique Steam and Gas Association’s quilt exhibit?
For those of you not familiar with the term “cheater cloth” it’s cloth printed . . .
This is going to be good, Dud thought, bringing his new tarp out to the car. There it was on that computer site. How to camp out with just a single tarp. I’ve been looking for something like that for a long time now.
Amazing what you can find on the . . .
I’d like to propose a saying for our current times: “Rudeness walks with the devil.”
It seems we experience rudeness a hundred times a day and often may be guilty of it ourselves. Something happens to many people when they get behind the wheel . . .
A truck was approaching, and I recognized some art work on the side and smiled. I thought back to the first day of class a couple of years earlier. The students were introducing themselves. When we got to Wyatt, his introduction was unique.
“I am . . .
Home Wireless Video Surveillance Cameras
Have you seen the reports on the evening news where someone had a video camera mounted on their front porch and it caught someone sneaking up and taking a UPS package? Or a video camera that catches someone walking . . .
The days are growing a little shorter and in summer’s melody there can be heard a sad note of fall now and then. Gardens continue to produce prolifically, and the harvesting and canning keeps the country housewife busy from daylight to dusk. The . . .
Sunday, after church, we loaded our harp into the van, then, connected the van to the tent trailer. We were soon on our way to a music camp for our daughter Elliana to be part of an orchestra and a choir. We arrived at our destination shortly before . . .
“If the first week of August is unusually warm—the coming Winter will be snowy and long.”
“For every fog in August, there will be a snowfall in Winter.”
“If cold August follows a hot July, it foretells a Winter hard and dry.”
From Weather . . .
My wife, Marty, has served as a volunteer at Fort Wayne Animal Care & Control for more than 17 years. She’s come home with dozens of stories of animals – mostly about dogs and cats – some with happy endings and a few with sad outcomes.
Baxter . . .
Billy had to get his chores done early. It was the heat, of course. Now that it’s summer, he no longer has to escort the kids across the street while Martin holds the sign. No kids at the crosswalk for a couple of weeks now.
So Billy, being the official . . .
The Pieceful Quilters second biennial quilt show held August 4-5 in Monroeville was very nice. Many of the quilts were laid out over church pews and a few were hung up. There were machine and hand quilted, appliqué, pieced and embroidered quilts of . . .
Midsummer heat beams down upon the hills now, and we are surrounded by green hills, green meadows and green lawns. Summer flowers are appearing in fields and along highways, brightening the landscape and pleasing our senses. The brilliant blue chicory . . .
Celebration 2017 at the Quilters Hall of Fame in Marion, Indiana exceeded my expectations. In one day I met up with my friend Robin, who summers at the family farm in Fairmount, Indiana, met Quilter’s Hall of Fame inductee Virginia Gunn, attended . . .
The History Center continues the Miami Indian Heritage Days this Saturday, August 5 at the Chief Richardville House, 5705 Bluffton Road, Fort Wayne.
Learn about the lasting heritage of the Miami and other regional Native American groups. Each year local . . .
Bert and Maizie were down at the swimming hole on Lewis Creek the other day. Saturday it was. The sun was bright hot and these two lovers had found a nice patch of shade near the tire swing tree where they could sip iced tea and watch the youngsters.
The . . .
Many consider June as the wedding month. And every time it comes along I’m reminded of a wedding I was a part of but in no way thought to be the “best” man, especially by the bride’s mother.
Carl was my roommate our senior year in college. Following . . .
Looking for a fun time with the kids as their summer vacation winds down? Then head off to Monroeville Harvest Festival August 3-5. A parade, trivia, photo, cutest baby contests, a horseshoe tournament and rides for all ages will make your day. And . . .
Hot and full-blown, summer comes breathlessly into the hills. She blows her sultry breath over the countryside, coaxing the gardens to grow and flourish, and covers the hills with thick, green underbrush.
The early garden crops seem to grow overnight, . . .
It happened in the checkout lane down at the Soup ‘R’ Market last week. We discussed it thoroughly, of course, and no one knows yet what to make of it.
As sometimes happens, when we are glancing at the tabloids to see who fathered Bigfoot’s new . . .