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If there’s one thing you can honestly say about Delbert McLain, he’s as persistent as a winter cough. As our chamber of commerce here — he’s it, you see — his fertile brain never ceases its search to turn a sleepy little valley into . . .
The problem was Mrs. Doc, you see. Oh, don’t misunderstand. She’s a perfectly wonderful lady and we all think the world of her, and as far as we know she has yet to burn down a house or start a war or anything.
The problem is, we don’t know her . . .
The voice of spring is awakening the land after the long, cold sleep of winter. She whispered first to the songbirds, and they gathered their flocks together to return to our hills. Each morning, they greet the breaking of the day with their joyous . . .
Over a year ago Sherri Kehoe of Indianapolis contacted me about her grandmother’s quilt (technically a knotted comforter) that was in dire need of restoration. Sherri knew I had other projects to complete but was willing to have me restore it no . . .
Last summer I got to know Priscilla Miller who lives in the vicinity of Southwood Park. She was one of the women who answered the call when I was looking for quilters to fulfill the wish of a dying (now deceased) Waynedale News reader who wanted someone . . .
April Fools’ Day is one of the most light-hearted — and “dangerous” — days of the year. Its origins are uncertain. Some see it as a celebration related to the turn of the seasons, while others believe it stems from the adoption of . . .
Our hills bask in warm sunshine today as we get a foretaste of lovely spring weather. Blue skies stretch above us with nary cloud to mar the azure surface. Plump robins (yes, the robins are back!) stroll across the yard as the temperature gets warmer . . .
When old Jasper Blankenship came to town from the diggings recently, we asked him over for a few days. He saw us working the home computer and asked about it, but he really seemed to be immune to its wonders.
But then my wife showed him how he could . . .
National Quilting Day is observed annually on the third Saturday in March. It was first observed in 1992 when the National Quilt Association (NQA) spearheaded the drive to create this special day and soon the 26th celebration will take place with special . . .
Saturday, March 4 was special to me, because for one day each year, I get to let the years fly behind me and become someone else. Back on this special Saturday in 1973, you see, I was Number 37. I had the Number 37 bib pinned on my parka that early . . .
Rain falls today out of a sullen, gray sky, to swell the creek and gush into Elk River, by the way of Big Laurel. March is making an entrance. She was mild, with plenty of rain and the subsequent mud that was inevitable, but she leaves behind some . . .
I don’t mind Boots. He just curls up quietly against my belly and stays put. But sleeping with Desdemona can be a bit unnerving. She snores. Sometimes she gets little bad dreams and scratches me, too. But hey, I get to come in out of the cold and . . .
It was with deep sadness I read by a majority vote via an online poll taken by more than 4 million people, that the thimble captured the fewest votes and will be replaced as a Monopoly game token by heaven-knows-what.
This venerated board game was born . . .
Blue skies and bright sunshine are highlighting our day, although the air is quite brisk. Little signs of the coming of spring are popping up here and there, which brings hope to those who are weary of mud and winter. Daughter Patty reports that her . . .
My scouts, like most young boys, were very competitive and always looking for an edge on everything. That seemed especially true when it came to food. They always wanted the biggest cookie, the best looking cupcake, or the largest steak.
I had only . . .
On March 7, 1876, Alexander Graham Bell received a patent for the telephone. It’s a wonderful invention, but with the relatively recent proliferation of cellular phones worldwide, the use of the instrument is fast getting “out of hand.” Or should . . .
If our grandmothers and great-grandmothers were alive today, what would they think of today’s modern sewing machines? Although they may recognize the basic shape, they would be amazed at all of the buttons and dials not to mention their whopping . . .
When Windy walked into the Mule Barn during that cold snap last week, we knew he was getting frantic for an audience. He has a hard time getting us to listen to his version of history, his notions of what was going on now, and his prognostications . . .
The sun is shining benevolently down on our West Virginia hills today and all is calm and peaceful. A male cardinal, flashing his brilliant red plumage, peers in the window at me as if to say that the birdseed is getting low in the feeder. Criss has . . .
The Pieceful Quilters group of Monroeville are having a Community Sew-In on February 18th at the Monroeville Public Library located at 115 Main St. Anyone wanting to help sew, press, pin or cut fabric is invited to join in.
I meet with the founder . . .
Soon will be Valentine’s Day, and flowers and boxes of candy will be flying through the air. Valentine’s Day is a special day dedicated to lovers, although the custom has been enlarged to sending greetings, not only to sweethearts, but to friends . . .
That is how we spell success (visualize fancy, spinning upward movement with pom-poms) gooooooooo Royals! I remember the cheerleaders running out to the sidelines to belt out this little ditty when we scored a point against our elementary nemesis. . . .
Ivadine Long, best known to friends and family as “T” joined the centurion club as she celebrated 100 years young on Saturday, December 10th. An open house was held in her honor at the Assisted Living where she resides.
An open house complete with . . .
The first week of our brand new year is already marching into the past, although the mild temperatures and blue skies seem more like the beginning of spring. It is such a change from last year at this time, when we endured a raging snow storm that . . .
The problem was Mrs. Doc, you see. Oh, don’t misunderstand. She’s a perfectly wonderful lady and we all think the world of her, and as far as we know she has yet to burn down a house or start a war or anything.
The problem is, we don’t know her . . .