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Saturday, June 23, 2012

Growing up on a farm in South Dakota, "Shut the gate" was one of the Golden Rules we lived by.

It was right up there next to, "Never miss Mass on Sunday," "Always love your neighbor as yourself" and "Don't forget to Shut the Gate."

Gates are made to keep animals in or out of certain areas and leaving them open to have the animals roam was just a big No No for any farmer or rancher.

If you have gone through a gate that was shut, you are to automatically close it right behind yourself.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

By DEN MCLAUGHLIN

dmclaughlin@tnonline.com

Some Irish humor for a Saturday morning in June 2012.

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Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he said, "Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up me Irish Whisky!"

Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Paddy looked up again and said, "Never mind, I found one."

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Saturday, June 9, 2012
9 hours without a cell phone

By ANDREW LEIBENGUTH

aleibenguth@tnonline.com

Our world is becoming more and more dependent on portable electronics. So when you lose or misplace one of them, your life can be turned upside down.

Here is a quick personal story relating to the loss of my cell phone...

Saturday, June 2, 2012

By GAIL MAHOLICK

gmaholick@tnonline.com

She takes my hand, and says, "Come on Grandma Friend." This child called Caroline has captured my heart. This little person has changed my world.

Why is it that our grandchildren seem so much brighter, more creative and special then any other child in the world?

I don't know that answer any more than any other grandmother does, but I am thankful every day that I can say, "I'm grandma."

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Welcome to Memorial Day weekend, the unofficial start of summer.

For many, it marks a time to uncover the pool, break out the grill, and honor all those who continue to preserve our freedom.

Assuredly, there won't be any shortage of pool parties, family outings and veterans' services to keep us occupied over the long weekend.

Which leads me to wonder how many of us actually plan to participate in any good old-fashioned outdoor activities that seem to have been phased out over time.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

A good volunteer is rarer to find today than a two dollar bill.

People describe the eighties as the "Me Decade", but 30 years ago in the midst of all that so-called self-centeredness volunteerism was still widespread especially compared to today's sad trend. I've heard the excuses several times. "We are too busy" or "we just can't make it" or even worse "we will be there" and then never appearing on the scene.

Credibility seems to be as important to most people today as the mythical spare tire in the trunk. By the way, that is another rare sighting in today's world.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Being a mother is the most important and most rewarding job I have ever known.

It's surprising, however, to do well in this noble profession, it seems you must be a good liar.

I admit, my kids got in a lot of trouble when they lied. It just never occurred to me (while they were growing up) that I was the one whose pants were often on fire.

My youngest daughter recently shared this memory with me.

Saturday, May 5, 2012

I was blessed with good health all my life until a medical emergency put me in the hospital for over a week, recently. It's the first time in my 61 years I had ever lain in a hospital bed.

Fortunately, I got terrific medical treatment and am doing very well, thank you.

I have a few thoughts from my stay that I'd like to share:

When you go to a doctor, they tell you to go home and get your rest. When you go to a hospital, a place where doctors hang out, you get very little rest.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

It's early morning, and I'm standing at the window at the end of the upper hallway, coffee mug in hand, watching a flock of wild turkeys strut and peck their way across an open field.

It's late April, and the field is covered with a few inches of green. I figure the local farmers who work this field will let it continue to grow, cutting and baling the hay in late summer. Some years, they plant corn in the field.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Catching up recently with two of my nephews I hadn't seen in many years has been heartwarming. It took losing my brother last year to finally make that happen.

As in many families in the 1960s and 1970s, when there was a divorce in the family, the father often left his "old" children slip through their fingers. I know that is what happened with my brother, not once but twice.