August 21, 2014

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Smart phone addiction Print E-mail

Charles Tackett, former President of Falmouth Rotary and the patriarch of a well known family in Pendleton, sent an e mail that intrigued me. It showed several scenes of young persons, mainly high-schoolers and college students in various social settings…on the beach; at ball games, in restaurants, on dates, and at museums. Were they playing dodge ball, cheering their team, conversing over their meal, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes, or studying works of art? None of these! All were absorbed in a 3” X 5” hand held instrument that had them mesmerized!

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Kenny Speakes and the Oakland Christian Church Revival Print E-mail

Janice and I crossed over the beautiful new bridge in Falmouth and went east on Highway 22, turning toward the river at Logan’s Lumber. We were headed to Oakland to hear Kenny Speakes. The area brought back many memories, most of them pleasant. We passed where Lonny Browning had lived when he was Chairman of the Pendleton County Board of Education. We turned right onto Milford Road and approached Oakland where we had attended the funeral of Lonny, and Becky Fogle had sung so magnificently, personages who loomed now larger than life and better than what we thought when they were alive.

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The Supreme Court rules for same sex marriage Print E-mail

The Lexington Herald screamed the above in its headlines as though the American Civil War had ended and we were now going to live happily ever after. And, the Court  is partially correct. The issue the Court ruled on was one of civil rights and not one of moral rightness. Most persons with whom I have talked think that same sex marriage is a deviant lifestyle at best and out of the pits of hell at worse, but they are quick to say, “Let them do what they will; they don’t bother me….…none!”

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Strange relationship of our dog and cat Print E-mail

Our cat, Eagle, is black, except for her eyes and Birdie, our dog, is a purebred yellow lab. And they get along, for the most part, quite harmoniously. They show concern and affection for each other with no quarreling over food or space. Eagle appears to be the aggressor in this outward display of affection. Birdie will position herself outside our kitchen window, waiting for a handout from Janice. Eagle will sashay down from our deck and approach Birdie, curling her tail around Birdie’s neck and under Birdie’s nose, just like a woman who wants some loving. Birdie usually ignores these overtures, but I have seen Birdie rubbing noses with Eagle and barking for her to come join her before Birdie turns in for the evening.

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The Most Stupid Bet I Ever Made Print E-mail

The reader will need some background to make sense of this bet. When I moved to Pendleton in 1992, I was a decent golfer. Pendleton County Country Club was a nine hole golf course at that time, and I remember shooting par with some staff members from the Central Office. And, shortly after I retired I had a handicap of 7 which means that on average I should shoot a 79 for 18 holes, considered respectable among seniors. But age and an aching back have ballooned my average score to about 90, hard to admit or accept.

The group I play with are oldie-goldies, ranging from age 60 to 86. (We play what is called a “skins” game in

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Are Fathers Necessary? Print E-mail

Since I wrote this article a few days past, I have given some more thought to the subject and feel compelled to offer this disclaimer. Many of us oldies grew up with the attitude portrayed in the Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne. Hester Pyrnne was pregnant by the preacher of the village, Dimmesdale. She would not divulge the father of her growing baby and was forced by the village powers to wear the letter “A” emblazoned on her bodice. Scorned by her people, she became stronger and stronger with the “A” becoming a symbol for Able. Meanwhile, Dimmesdale became weaker and weaker as he lived with his unconfessed sin. And he dies, a shell of a man.

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Old Men Rounding Third and Sliding Toward Home Print E-mail

This article is about the Park Board golf outing on June 12, 2013. (My apology for the mixed metaphor.)  But if this piece is to make much sense, I need to explain a couple of things about golf in Pendleton County. First, persons with handicaps get no sympathy from those who are well and healthy and strong. Those who are one-legged, crippled, half-blind, recovering from by-pass surgery, or walking with a cane, are expected to compete with teams who have young bucks who can hit the golf ball over 300 yards, persons like Eric Conrad or Joe Jones. I had called John Steele who runs this event and suggested that my team should be allowed to hit from the women’s tees; and I was serious! I finally hanged up….. he wouldn’t stop laughing!

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Coping with Change Print E-mail

Janice and I recently attended a 1951 class reunion in Breathitt County. Jean Hundley, a member of this class, had written a piece detailing some of the changes she had seen in her lifetime. Jean, at the time when she wrote this piece, was living in Russellville, Ohio; she has since passed on. I asked permission from her son to publish the following, which I have edited slightly. Older persons, in particular, should enjoy this description of change, particularly Mildred Dickison and her cohort.

“As we stand on the brink of a new millennium with fear and excitement, wondering what the future will unfold, I see how far we’ve traveled. In a span of sixty years, I have witnessed drastic changes in economics, medicine, transportation, communication, fashion, and entertainment. Our young computer experts bite their nails and work frantically, as the year 2000 approaches, hoping to avoid a loss of technology that will plunge us backwards into a world they’ve never seen, but we old-timers remember when a mouse was just an unwelcomed rodent!

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How much do dogs understand? Print E-mail

I have written before about our dog, Birdie, and how she stayed with me and licked my face when I fell off a ladder as I was cutting a large limb from a water maple. I severely injured my back, probably a major cause of the problem I suffer from today. When I regained consciousness, she was hovering, trying to revive me. Birdie was agitated and only calmed when Janice appeared on the scene and gave me first aid.

This article is a continuation of the theme of how dogs can sense distress in humans and often come to the rescue.

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Grace Guerrant Gabbard Collins, My Mother Print E-mail

(Marvin Sullivan in his recent poignant piece entitled, “Mother,” said he sometimes calls his wife, “Mother” because she is in some ways a Mother to him, particularly after losing his birth Mother at a very early age. This is not meant to diminish Marvin’s explanation, but I have a friend who calls his wife, “Mother.” When I queried him as to why, he said that he forgets names easily and he was afraid he might forget her name; therefore, to be safe, he just calls her “Mother.”)

My Mother lived to be 90 and was laid out at Deaton’s Funeral Home, 15 years ago this past February. Family and friends had been notified of her demise and her extended family gathered in to show their last respects. It was not an unhappy occasion, for Mother had lived a long and rich life and had spent the last five years in Sayre Christian Village / Nursing Home in Lexington.  Even in the Nursing Home she adjusted well and made friends with other patients, some in worse physical shape than she.

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