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The over-hanging boughs of my maples beckoned a heart-felt howdy. My brother Bob, from the wind-swept plains of Oklahoma, had just breezed in for a visit. However, he couldn’t park his RV among the gyrating maple branches that lined the drive. The . . .
As a youngster, I remember our one-car, cement-block garage as a very special place. It was cool, and smelled of a mixture of oil, gasoline and grease. Real boy stuff! Best of all, the garage housed “a secret place” – a dried-up cistern, where . . .
My wife, Donna, looked out the window and saw two little girls. The girls are about nine years old and are good friends. Both of them are from single parent homes and have struggled in the tough situations they have found themselves in. We have watched . . .
The weather is hot and what could be more refreshing than an ice cream cone? The beauty of an ice cream cone quilt block is they are very easy to imagine and make. If you Google “ice cream cone quilt pattern” and then click “image” up top, . . .
The hot rays of the summer sun beat down upon us yesterday, as spring gathered her floral skirts about her and departed from our hills. The summer solstice began Monday as we experienced the longest day of the year-17 hours of daylight. It also ushered . . .
What family entertainment was readily at hand,
well before the internet and Netflix were in demand?
A dream it would be to have kids all bathed and in jammies,
and still watch a movie with friends Ruth, Jill or Sammy?
In 1940 . . .
The new Pixar movie, Finding Dory, premiered recently to a record-setting opening for an animated film. I was eager to hear about the next adventure of that charming little blue fish and visit once again with her friends-both old and new. Just as expected, . . .
Mrs. Doc watched the dancers swirl around the cleared hardwood floor of the Legion hall, and smiled to see her husband, Doc, waltzing with Ardis Fisher. But Mrs. Doc was never one to sit out a waltz, so she looked around at the menu.
Over in the corner, . . .
Enjoy your summer homeschoolers! However you choose to spend it. Whether you’ve already started the next school year or you’re teaching a lesson here and there or you’re waiting until August, September… take a deep breath knowing much was . . .
As I stood in the grocery store checking my list, I thought I heard someone call my name. I turned around, but I didn’t see anyone I recognized, so I went back to my list. I heard my name again, but this time there was no mistaking it. I turned to . . .
The annual Fourth of July picnic is a celebration of time and freedom. We’d all watched the parade, earlier, because that’s what you do on the Fourth, and we believe in it.
Our parade features Scout troops in uniform, the high school band, floats . . .
He was a year-old shelter dog. But even an animal deserves a second chance in life, so we adopted this shaggy, skinny mutt along with his behavior baggage from possible abuse and neglect. For more than 13 years he brought calamity, chaos, character . . .
This year’s QHF Celebration will be held July 14-16 at the Quilters Hall of Fame the former home of quilt designer/maker Marie Webster, located at 926 S. Washington, Marion, Indiana.
This year’s inductee is Dr. Carolyn Mazloomi: a master fiber artist, . . .
It seems that the viney honeysuckles are always blooming on the banks of Clay at graduation time. Its yellow and white flowers, and sweet, unforgettable scent, still brings back memories of my own high school graduation. Although it has been 64 years . . .
Steve looked out from the turret of his cabin and watched the sun set behind the mountain. Branding is over for the spring, and he was able to get away from the ranch for a few days, so here he was, in his private castle, sipping private coffee, looking . . .
It took a village of dedicated quilters to fulfill the wish of Joan to have her final quilts finished before she passes.
After publishing “A quilter’s wish before dying” in The Waynedale News, slowly but surely quilters started to respond. Some . . .
May has gathered her full green skirts about her and left our hills, allowing June to enter with her roses, brides and graduates. Each year brings a new crop of high school graduates; proud and tearful parents and relieved teachers. June is a delightful . . .
This year the 4th grade team at Waynedale Elementary devised an interactive, cross-curricular (writing, social studies and math) unit to study the Westward Expansion in such a manner to make it relevant to the students.
According to teacher Lauri Phillips, . . .
It has been 63 years ago, since I graduated from high school. The viney honeysuckle is climbing over the banks below the old school building again, just as it always does at graduation time. There is no scent that brings back the memories of high school . . .
My Dear Readers,
A few weeks ago I received an email from Waynedale News reader Joan. Below is an excerpt:
I follow your articles in The Waynedale paper that we get for Senior Citizens. My aide is writing this for me as I am fast coming to the point . . .
The waters of William’s River run swift and cold. It rushes around huge boulders, cresting in white spray and moves swiftly onward. It looks deceptively shallow, but is deep and very swift-moving. Rhododendrons line the bank, and dip down to the . . .
Steve reached up and put his cup of coffee on the floor of the turret in his cabin, then climbed the ladder until both he and the coffee were comfortable, looking out at the world.
The only people who didn’t understand why he built a turret on his . . .
Billy slowly raised one eyelid and looked around. Boots and Desdemona, Aunt Ada’s cats, were curled up, one against his belly and one against his back. Billy hated to wake the cats, but when a guy has to go find a tree, well, call it collateral damage. . . .
Mother’s Day came early for me this year as my son Marine Cpl. Robert Eubank arrived back home on April 11th after serving his country for two years in Okinawa. As I write this he is two days away from leaving Fort Wayne to travel to join his new . . .
“LIFE BEGINS AT 80”—Author Unknown
We oldsters surely get away with a lot just because we’ve managed to keep breathing longer than most folks. I will celebrated my 80th birthday, and I’ve got it made!
If you forget somebody’s name, or . . .