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The first baby prizes are listed on Page 10. Are you in the Christmas spirit yet? With the Christmas parade being so early and the thermometer on a yo-yo, it’s hard to generate a hearty Ho-Ho-Ho. Rhonda Wallen was in the office Thursday dressed as Mrs. Santa headed for a party for 85 kids at

My sister, Margaret Gough, sent me this Facebook post from Jeffery C Olsen. I thought you might like it: As the holiday season of 1938 came to Chicago, Bob May wasn’t feeling much comfort or joy. A 34-year-old ad writer for Montgomery Ward, May was exhausted and nearly broke. His wife, Evelyn, was bedridden, on

Soon, we’ll celebrate Christmas. It’s cold enough already. I saw on TV Monday morning that most of November was below average. Back when I hunted deer, often the weather was so warm during season that we couldn’t let deer hang and age. We had to work them up quickly before the flies carried them off.

My sister, Margaret, as if everyone doesn’t know her name, sent me 10 Fun Facts: 1. You can’t see your ears without a mirror. 2. You can’t count your hair. 3. You can’t breathe through your nose with your tongue out. 4. You just tried No. 3. 6. When you did No. 3, you realized

The events in a few hours can totally change our priorities. Kimball wanted me to have this chat with you yesterday afternoon. I wasn’t inspired to write and didn’t. Today I’ve got an entirely different list. About 5:10 p.m. Monday we heard the fire call go out for the Bobby and Frances Budd home. We

It’s the time of year when people take a little time to be thankful – which we actually should do every day. At the On My Own annual dinner, the director, Jennifer Gundy, asked the 30 or so of us gathered there to each tell something we are thankful for. One thing immediately came to

It’s 2:12 on Tuesday afternoon and I just have three tasks left for today: I have to go vote as soon as Kimball gets back to the office, I get to chat with you and I have to get the election grid ready for the election results. I’ve voted in every election since we moved

Wanda Jennings always sends us a Halloween cake to commemorate our anniversary – the 43rd this year. We share it with the office, of course. Mary said this cake was as good as the icing. Thank goodness Wanda doesn’t put candles on it. With the fire department’s new 1,500 gal. per minute pumper, the stream

I, for one, am glad that the $2,500 a week for life sweepstakes is about to be awarded. I haven’t spent one red cent on any of the stuff they advertise, but my inbox keeps getting full. I worked my way through about 350 emails last night occasionally finding one that needed to go in

I was editing an obituary Monday when all of a sudden, I realized who it was. I always knew her as Sue Huff Brown. I had never known her to be called Margaret Suzanna Huff Brown. When I was just a little kid, she lived with her parents, George and Clara Huff, about 3⁄4 of