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Thanks to a persistent great-granddaughter, her determined granddaughter-in-law and the restoration skills used at Born Again Quilts, a century-plus old scrappy string comforter found its way under a Christmas tree.
Back in April of 2015 Judy James . . .
The children of Gregory and Susan (Schwan) Rockstroh happily announce their parents’ 50th wedding anniversary.
Greg and Sue were married on January 14, 1967 at Saint Therese Church in Fort Wayne, Indiana. Sandy (Statz) Wilson and Stephen Rockstroh . . .
This morning, on my way to work, I was stopped by a train on Sand Point Road. The train had stopped, so I decided to turn around. While doing so, my right front tire lost traction and slid into the ditch.
Many saw my situation and turned around in front . . .
My dearest children of the world,
I am about to set out on my busiest night of the year. Soon, I will travel 24 hours and reach every corner of the world. Even though I have been doing this for centuries, that miracle still confounds me. Preparations . . .
Offering a toast at holiday gatherings of family and friends is said to have begun with the Greeks. However, our Greek ancestors considered the toast a precautionary step before drinking to avoid being poisoned, a longtime favorite way to dispose of . . .
The spirit of St. Nicholas was alive and well at Born Again Quilts as we celebrated the patron saint of children, merchants, repentant thieves and many other groups. It would be pretty fair to say he is the patron saint of everyone! If visitors thought . . .
Recently was the anniversary of an infamous day in our American history; the day that Pearl Harbor was bombed. I was only six years old, and the memory is fuzzy in my mind. It was on a Sunday, and I wonder now how we received the news. What I do remember, . . .
The northern Indiana District 6540 of Rotary International is accepting applications for two $7,000 summer study abroad scholarships. Successful applicants must be residents of District 6540 (northern Indiana) and be sponsored by a local Rotary club, . . .
My son, Scott, and his wife, Janalyn, lived with us for a while this summer after graduation. His job didn’t start until September, and it gave us a chance to get to know Janalyn. Our life was quite a bit different from how she grew up. She had never . . .
It began the way most miracles do: by accident or the hand of God, take your pick.
It might have been the weather, at least partly. For December, the day had been almost balmy and warm. You know, sweaters instead of heavy coats. No mittens in sight.
Then . . .
Recently I was invited to speak at a conference attended by directors of extended care facilities and retirement communities. According to them, many retirees have a strong desire to put their life stories on paper before they pass away so that the . . .
Finally the Cubs win the World’s Series and Harry Caray must be smiling down from heaven on all of those people who waited for generations for them to be crowned the World Series Champs.
Denny Durnell and his wife Teena the second generation owners . . .
The warm days that we experienced in October may have been called Indian summer, but according to the Old Farmer’s Almanac, it comes after a killing frost or hard freeze. We certainly have had that; three hard frosts in a row has blackened all the . . .
Dewey Decker, that accident-prone neighbor of ours, is the undisputed Pharoah of Fertilizer, the Monarch of Manure. He has turned a shovel-ready business into a going concern, with the help of the woman of his dreams, Emily. But in the quiet times, . . .
Have you ever heard the saying, “Praemonitus, praemunitus?” Probably not when it is spoken in the original Latin, but it should sound familiar when said in English, “Forewarned is forearmed!” So, use your forearms to hold up The Waynedale News, . . .
Happy Thanksgiving!
As the big day nears, now is the time to plan a craft project everyone enjoys while the turkey cooks, the parade participants march or the football games progress.
Who hasn’t created a turkey simply by drawing around their hand, . . .
This is a true Thanksgiving story, and one that is dear to my heart for we knew the principal characters featured in it.
Brother Harry Craig was a traveling evangelist, and his wife Sister Myrtle Craig was his faithful companion. He was a short man, . . .
Thanksgiving is much more than a big meal with family and friends. It’s a time to reflect on, and be thankful for, all of the good things you have. It’s important to be grateful, not just on Thanksgiving, but each and every day. Rather than lamenting . . .
Front row L-R: Stan Freet, Walther Grantham, Ted Egts.
Back row L-R: James LeGault (family member), Bill Colburn, Harrison Hull and Robert Floyd (visitor). Kingston hosted a Veterans Day breakfast for the community at their Assisted Living on Winchester . . .
It was late October and Butch and Buster, my two friends, had come to visit after school. They weren’t really farm boys. They grew up in the backwoods of a state farther east, so when it came to cattle, they might as well have grown up in the city. . . .
Next week on the eve of the election I will be turning 60! 60 years in the making of who I am today. When I was young, 60 seemed old. My paternal grandparents the Rev. Herbert Levihn and his wife Concordia both died of heart attacks in June 1962 at . . .
All day my heart has been on Hickory Knob. As I stepped outside and the rich, earthy smell of fall wafted toward me, I was transported back in time to a backwoods place that was a paradise to us. There’s no other place on earth that has that indescribable . . .
Lately, I think of Halloween as “Holloween” because it’s not the event it used to be!
In North America, trick-or-treating has been a Halloween tradition since the late 1920s. But a just few years ago, it seems, parents began to accompany their . . .
Years ago, about the time Russia was opening up more to tourists from the west, three of my colleagues from the university decided to take a few weeks of their summer and travel there. They didn’t have any itinerary; they would just go and hope for . . .
Dewey Decker showed his new business cards to the other guys at the Mule Barn Truck Stop’s philosophy counter, and each member of the world dilemma think tank got to keep one.
Steve, our owlish-appearing cowboy, scratched his head as he studied the . . .