April 16, 2014

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The wooden bowl and Cyrus Collins Print E-mail

By Owen Collins

The following came to my attention over the internet recently. I had seen it before, but as I reread this story, it grabbed my attention and hung on. The essentials of this anonymous story which I have edited slightly, follows:

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law and four year old grandson, presumably after his wife died. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his steps faltered as he walked with a cane.

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Some more of the challenges of getting older Print E-mail

I have had some health problems in recent weeks that have hampered me in writing; namely, vision and memory. And a strange malady that I will label “dyslexia.” I was writing an article and the person whom I was interviewing by phone told me three times…clearly…the name of his son and I wrote the father’s name instead. Embarrassing!

And, I have, as I said, problems with my memory. I saw a movie with some friends and cannot remember a single scene. Janice said, “No wonder, you were asleep!” I struggle to remember names and what I have written, so writing is becoming an increasing challenge. But, I can still remember names when I make a conscious effort, and I can still memorize long passages from the Bible or a poem just about as efficiently as when I was younger. Therefore I am not overly worried about my memory.

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Alice and Gary Holmes: A Christmas Story? Print E-mail

By Owen and Janice Collins

Last week we wrote about foxhunting and the loyalty and camaraderie of that group of persons, and pointed out that Gary Holmes has many of the same character traits as they,  relating how his father, Clyde,  had bristled at a couple of men who had killed a half grown fox with a sheep bell which he and a buddy had tied around its neck. This characteristic of foxhunters was further corroborated by a prominent citizen of Pendleton County who said that his father told him he knew of a man who had his tobacco bed sowed with timothy rye grass because he had killed a fox.

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Long standing tradition: Fox hunting and Gary Holmes Print E-mail

Clyde Holmes and Shine

By Owen and Janice Collins

I never fox hunted, but I wish I had. It was a popular sport when I was a boy in Breathitt County. My mother used to “fuss” at Corsey who lived above us on Linden Fork of Cane Creek. He fed his dogs hamburger which was a delicacy; we ate chicken and pork, not hamburger. Corsey had been known to pay $500 for a foxhound in the late 1940s, and he was a man of modest means.

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A White Christmas - presented by Falmouth Rotary Club Print E-mail


Rotarians shown above stuffing White Christmas boxes for needy families are, from the left, Wayne Keith, Copen Copley, pastor of Falmouth Baptist Church, Danny Woodhead, Mike Flynn, pastor of Grassy Creek Christian Church, and Darryl Ammerman, rotary president. President Darryl Ammerman indicated that the generosity of our community provided for 37 families a box of canned goods and a gift certificate for each. He was very pleased with the cooperative spirit and commitment of all who participated! On behalf of Falmouth Rotary, he wishes all a very merry Christmas!

By Janice and Owen Collins

"A White Christmas"

Presented by Falmouth Rotary Club at the Falmouth Baptist Church, December 9, 2012.

I’m dreaming of a White Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten, and children listen
To hear the sleigh bells in the snow!
I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write.
May your days be merry and bright
And all your Christmases be white!

These lines come from a song that Bing Crosby made famous in a movie in 1954 by the same name. The song harkens back to rural America before the advent of the automobile when sleighs and horses and Christmas cards and good will prevailed toward our fellow man! A snowy Christmas! Good feelings! Precious memories!

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Second edition of "The county poor house" with local residents Print E-mail

Beatrice Meyer Bishop and Stanley Bishop in their home on 7/19/12. Note the picture between them on the wall.

By Owen and Janice Collins

Recently I wrote about Carol and Wilma Wolfe and their memories of living and working at the County Poor House from 1939---1944 and from 1949---1954. This edition will feature Stanley Bishop and the years 1928---1938.

I asked David Pribble to go with me to interview Mr. Bishop, and he gladly assented, saying that he and Stanley had always gotten along well with each other.

David Pribble and Stanley Bishop with Stanley's farm on the South Fork of the Licking in the background.

We drove out Hayes Station Road thru the picturesque farms that were growing abundant corn, soybeans, and tobacco. Some of the best farms in Pendleton County! He showed me the acreage where the old Infirmary was located, now privately owned. “Very fertile!” he said.

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The Pendleton County Infirmary (Poorhouse) March, 1939 to March, 1944 and March, 1949 to March, 1954 Print E-mail
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Baby chicks, postal workers and a fallen old man Print E-mail

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"Do old men want a wife or a mother? " is the question a local man asks Print E-mail

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Rabbi Ben Ezra poses the question: "Is Karl Marx the Answer?" Print E-mail

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