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Saturday, August 18, 2012

By CHRIS PARKER

cparker@tnonline.com

It's a rainy afternoon, and we're watching old television episodes of Leave It To Beaver.

My, how things have changed 'twixt 1959 and now.

The episode we saw involved the series of events set in motion when Beaver and his best friend, Larry, stopped on their way to school to watch a construction project. Fascinated, they lose track of time, and are late for school. To make matters worse, their books and lunch boxes are run over by a bulldozer.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Throughout my six years here at the TIMES NEWS, I have written about my friends, family and many of our readers who have given their heart to this country and chose to serve in the military.

Recently, I received an email with a poem that I would like to share with all of you. The words, written by A. Lawrence Vaincourt in 1987, are unfortunately the truth in today's society.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Today's world of cell phones, email, text messages and twitter accounts, handwritten letters can seem hopelessly old fashioned.

These modern technologies make the process of writing a letter and sending it through the air waves so much faster and easier.

Text messaging refers to messages being sent from one mobile phone to another.

Email describes a system for sending and receiving messages over a computer network.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

By KAREN CIMMS

kcimms@tnonline.com

About 10-12 years ago, my husband asked me what I wanted for Mother's Day. It didn't take long for me to answer.

I looked at the area behind our screened-in porch spotty patches of grass and dirt, surrounded by a chain-link fence.

I wanted a garden. We have a lot of trees and rocks, and the area doesn't get a lot of sun, so I knew a vegetable garden was out of the question. But flowers I figured we could grow some shade-loving varieties and get a little color back there.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Children grow up so fast.

That's an expression I've heard a lot through the years. I know this to be true now that I have grandchildren.

My two youngest, Spencer and Tyler, will turn four and seven next month. Okay. They haven't actually grown up, yet. But they're growing fast.

I'm trying to figure out the perfect birthday presents for them.

Spencer will probably get a camera. Not a Fisher Price model but an actual working camera on which he can take photos and put them onto a camera card.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

It's 93 degrees and natatorium-humid, so I'm sitting in our library, one of the two air-conditioned rooms in our old farmhouse, taking a break from Saturday house cleaning.

I'm irritable and uncomfortable I don't handle heat well. Flipping on the television, I page through channels, pausing as a show about an international group of doctors volunteering to treat cases of leprosy in a remote village in the Congo catches my interest.

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Nearly two decades ago, I left my heart by the ocean.

Every year, for one glorious week, I return to Ocean City, Md., searching for it, but instead I find that my love for the sea has grown even stronger and that it is harder and harder to say goodbye.

The grains of sand that adorn the shoreline remind me of the dozens of memories I've created at the place I would love to one day call home.

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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