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Saturday, September 1, 2012

I love the water. I love to look at it, hear it, touch it, and I really love to float on it.

Having a boat has long been a dream of mine. Unfortunately, I don't have the kind of money to buy the kind of boat I want.

Not easily dissuaded, last year I talked my husband into buying a boat.

OK. It's not really a "boat," but it looks like a boat on the box.

Yes, it came in a box. You have to blow it up when you plan to hit the high seas, or when cooler heads prevail, a tranquil pond.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

By RON GOWER

rgower@tnonline.com

Over my 40-plus years of being a reporter, I've worked with some very good community leaders. Among them were Lehighton Borough Manager Mortimer Smedley and Lehighton Chief of Police Lionel Cote.

Both served the local community in the '80s.

Where are they now?

Both are living in sunny Florida.

Cote came here from Lewiston, Maine. One of his great stories was how he was a security officer for the championship boxing match between Cassius Clay and Sonny Liston

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.