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Avoid negative sources, people, things, and habits.
Believe in yourself.
Consider things from every angle.
Don’t give up and don’t give in.
Enjoy life today, yesterday is gone and tomorrow may never come.
Family and Friends are hidden treasures. Seek . . .
The University of Saint Francis will host “Stories from the Street,” a program by Chicago-based Emmaus Ministries, on Thursday, October 28. Free and open to the public, the performance will be at 6:30 p.m. in Gunderson Auditorium, Achatz Hall, . . .
We are now more than a month deep into the most wonderful time of the year: Football season. Yes, I know the boys of summer still occupy their dirt diamonds with dreams of championships, and many a fan still pays homage to the baseball gods.
But for . . .
The important thing to note here is that Tillich insists that talk about a personal God is symbolic language (a metaphor) and not a literal description of a being that thinks and acts exactly like a human being, except that he is much bigger and stronger. . . .
Whitley County Country Quilters
Last week I traveled to visit the Whitley Country Quilters at the Columbia City United Methodist Church in Columbia City. About 45 quilt enthusiasts gathered to share their latest projects, finds, triumphs and travails.
Co-owner . . .
The Full Harvest Moon shines in golden splendor as the first day of autumn fades away into the night shadows. Summer weather is still hanging on, but these cooler nights are a blessing. Thick white mist shrouds Pilot Knob at morning, but the rising . . .
Dave (everybody called him Shark Boy) awoke at first light and took his dad’s dinghy ashore for breakfast. On his way back to the Flying Circus, the sun was out but the seas were running high, too high to dock anywhere on Lovango. And the . . .
Dud Campbell drove the pickup slowly out of town and down past the dairy to the fishing area on Lewis Creek. It seemed to him that everything he did this morning was in slow motion. He didn’t care.
He grabbed the shovel out of the back and walked . . .
Part Two of Three
Heidi continued to study and become more proficient in the piano. Every now and then she would hit the special top key to see if it would do the same thing. It did more! There were extra notes added to what she heard before. So far . . .
Part one of three
This story is about a girl named Heidi. She lived with her parents and three sisters in the hills of Pennsylvania. She sometimes wore her hair in pigtails and was always a bright and cheery gal. She loved lots of fun and enjoyed her . . .
Dave (everybody called him Shark Boy) and his friend Ryan—led by Dave’s father the Captain—walked out of Boss Penny’s Bar into the dark wet night, and headed for the Captain’s boat shack. With a flashlight they located the barrel full of . . .
A lone crow calls from the hillside above the camp, the only loud sound on this drowsy day. The low hum of crickets makes background music, while an errant breeze blows through the pines. There is change in the air.
Premature brown leaves drift . . .
People ask me why I talk like a hillbilly. I always tell ‘em, “’Cause I are one, ‘un I’m old enough to get away with it.”
Here’s some things my ol’ pappy should’ve told me when I wuz a growin’ up back in tha hills but he didn’t . . .
A call out of the blue
Recently I received a phone call from Helen Bunnell my 7th and 8th grade home ec teacher from Ben F. Geyer Junior High. Over the past few years Helen and I have bumped into each other at the Johnny Appleseed . . .
I must admit—I’m a cat person. I’ve had a kitty ever since I was a little boy.
One time, my cat followed me to school. The teacher sent me and my cat home. She told me to leave the cat at home and for me to return to school.
Well, we made it . . .
This week’s DYK is continued from newly released book, God and Spirituality: A symbol, in Tillich’s theological system, is a signpost pointing our attention to something else. But we must remember that the symbol is not that to which it . . .
Today I was thinking about my ancestors, the Native American people of a time long ago, but certainly not forgotten. Not by this kid – not by a long shot, saying a prayer and thanking The Creator when pulling up a carrot from the garden.
I think . . .
This week’s DYK is about the need for symbolic language and metaphor. We cannot talk literally about the infinite without falsifying its infinite qualities, so there are few (if any) fully literal statements that we can make about the divine ground. . . .
On September 25th the American Legion Post #160 and volunteers of other Huntington County Veterans Organizations will host an outdoor concert. This is a family outing and will have activities for the children as well. There will be three . . .
A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife turning back and forth, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off, he asked what she’ d like to have for her birthday.
“I’d like to be six again,” she replied, . . .
Saturday’s Miami Indian Heritage Days will feature Dani Tippman on “Miami Harvest: Edible and Usable Plants and Materials”.
Sponsored by the History Center, Miami Indian Heritage Days programs are held from 1-4 pm on the first Saturday of the . . .
Pete and Charlotte Alles, of T.L.C. Hearing Center, would like to thank their Waynedale neighbors, friends, and businesses for their donations to help Pete raise his full bail for the MDA Jerry Lewis Telethon Executing Lock-up. Pete was able to reach . . .
Part three of three
HEIDI (indignant): “My turn Hank. Well, Hank pretended he didn’t even hear me! We continued up the never ending creaky steps. The stale air was constant and made us almost choke. We passed through several more old doors. . . .
Dave (everybody called him Shark Boy) and his father sat in the cabin of the Flying Circus looking at one another as they listened to the tropical storm from the east intensifying. The wind in the rigging changed pitch until it was screaming . . .
When purple ironweed lines the roadsides, and the underbrush begins to turn yellow, it is time for the school term to begin again. Each year the yellow school buses begin their appointed rounds, up hills and hollers, across ridges and bridges, to pick . . .
Macedonian Costumes: A convention hit!
Over Labor Day Weekend the Macedonian Patriotic Organization of the United States and Canada held their 89th annual convention in Dearborn, Michigan. The MPO, founded in Fort Wayne in 1922, is the oldest . . .
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HANK: “You go ahead and go in, Heidi.”
HEIDI: “We put our heads together and figured out the best time of day to try was after 8:00 p.m. At the time, we proceeded to the cellar. The guests were being served dinner and the kitchen . . .
The secretive conversations between Dave (everybody called him Shark Boy) and his dad were cut short when Jenny opened the hatch cover. The wind was howling, rain started coming in, and she was clearly agitated as she shook the water from her rain . . .
A lone cricket chirps outside the kitchen door, a song of longing and sadness and foreboding. He knows his days are numbered, and summer is on the wane. The withered and dry grasses tell him so, while a cooler breeze is threaded though the yellowing . . .
Women’s art show
benefits SCAN
Dear Readers:
Currently I am up to my eyeballs in preparations for the Macedonian Patriotic Organization’s 89th annual Convention. So this week’s column comes to you from Macedonian-American artist and elementary . . .