Columns

First and seventy!

In August of 1964, 36 young men came out for the Almont junior varsity football Team, which was being coached by Ag teacher, George Pattullo. Coach Pattullo had no experience with coaching football but took the approach that the most physically fit team would prevail...

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Outnumbered by dogs

A neighbor, the son of a good friend, called several weeks ago. "Iris, my family would like to invite you to join us for lunch at Buddy's Pizza the Saturday before Easter day." So, Saturday, March 30, my neighbor arrived at 12:15 p.m. for our drive south to Buddy's....

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We all have pet peeves…

DO YOU HAVE A PET PEEVE? EVERYONE DOES...how about the idiot who leaves the seat up on the toilet in the middle of the night, or the person who parks so close to your car you can’t get out the door without banging his, (which at this point you want to do badly), or...

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Pondering the pull of the full Moon

Moonlight lit the snowy landscape as I walked downhill to the henhouse. Compelled by its glow, I paused, leaned on my ski pole, and lifted my face to another blooming full moon. The remarkably cold, still, March night settled into my bones. I prayed never to forget...

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Bird sightings rite of spring

I gather that spring is approaching. I’m not the most observant man, but as the days go by the signs of spring begin to multiply—no snow for starters. Spring then is upon us. And there is something about the sun being a little warmer and the days a little longer that...

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The mating season

The signs and sounds of the mating season surround the house. The raucous robins claim the fen beside my little camper, Happy, for their annual convention to proclaim their mate and nesting place. This the robins convened long before my husband and I stepped foot on...

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Genealogical road block—Hoyt’s

Anyone who has done extensive research into their family tree has experienced a genealogical road block. A point on the family tree where you are unable to find the next generation back on your tree. Mine was finding the parents of my second great grandfather, Almon...

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A grapefruit story

"We'll be on the road tomorrow morning," my sister Patty said when I called with the heartbreaking news of my husband's passing. "We'll fetch anything you and the girls need," her husband Mike said. The following day, Patty drove them from their door in Prestonsburg,...

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In like a lion, out like a lamb

So the phrase “in like a lion, out like a lamb,” comes to mind as our household looks to better things to come. Personally, in the past week, Thursday to be exact, I think I may have met Jesus. Of course, unless you were to witness the ‘WHITENESS’, YOU WOULD DOUBT ME....

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Food is for remembrance

A retired outside salesman, my husband dismissed the weather forecast with a wrinkled nose, an Underwood trait. Like his dad, he'd driven in every road condition imaginable. Besides, Bravo's chopped salad and spaghetti called his name. What I hungered for was Angie's...

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