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Twenty-five years ago, I attended my first pie auction at Bakersfield High School. The boys basketball team needed new uniforms, and someone suggested to me that a pie auction would raise the $2,500 we needed to cover the cost. I thought that was crazy, but we had one, and we raised the $2,500 that...
To read more of retired Gainesville educator Jane Elder’s blog, Ozark Road, visit gainesvilemo.blogspot.com.
Here it is. The end of October, or nearly so. I finally broke down and got out the coats and heavier jackets, washed my winter clothes, bought some new winter shoes, located the caps and...
Whenever I’m working in Washington, my fellow Republicans and I open our weekly meetings with prayer before declaring our allegiance to the American flag. This time of reflection sets our intentions and reminds us that we are truly “one nation under God.” Opening with prayer is a long-held practice...
I’m really more of a dog person than I am a cat person, even though I’ve had both for most of my life. The reason is simple. A dog will always act like it loves you whether it does or not, while a cat acts like … well … a cat.
We have both animals here on the farm, and I’d like to say we do so out...
Sometimes life comes full circle in the sweetest, most perfect way.
My in-laws Ken and Nancy Prososki visited us this weekend. They don’t make the trip to the Ozarks very often; it’s a long haul from McClelland, Iowa. Also, much to our delight, my husband Tim’s uncle and aunt, Bill and Marilyn...
The excitement of moving into our new home had faded to the reality of the work of unpacking. As my wife and I were unpacking the last boxes in the garage, our two kids quickly grabbed their bikes to join our new neighbors’ kids playing nearby.
As the youngsters played, we stood on the sidewalk...
Greg Watts has served with the Bakersfield Volunteer Fire Department for 28 years, since 1989. He’s been BVFD chief since 1992.
That’s 28 years of answering calls that have come in the middle of the night. In the middle of Christmas dinner. In the middle of holding one of his three little girls,...
About three weeks ago my wife and I were sitting on the back porch, late one Sunday afternoon, when I noticed all the cattle in the north pasture running toward the woods as if they were being chased. Since they were running from the direction of the pond, I assumed some uninvited fisherman had...