Today's Features

Welcome to Spring. I know it’s spring because The Talking Head on TV said so this morning. I went down and built up the fire in the wood stove in the basement anyway. I’ll let it go out by noon, but when the basement is warm, it makes the rest of the house easier to heat. Hopefully, this well is the last fire of the season.

A number of years ago I got a phone call from a reader with a request.
He said he was 90 years old and had outlived two wives, yet he wasn’t sure he knew what real love is and he hoped that I could explain it.
I don’t know if he’s still one of my readers — I haven’t heard from him since that one time. But if he is, here’s my best answer to his question:
When I was in middle school, I loved red-haired Paul Minardi with all my 13-year-old heart. We passed notes in class and he walked me to homeroom, carrying my books.

The little girl hadn’t quite reached school age when her mother, a school teacher, suggested she join the students for lunch at the school next door. The child was ecstatic at the prospect of not only attending school but of spending cherished moments with her mother.
Monterey historian and genealogist, Margaret Murphy, lost her mother, Mattie Smith Karsner, at a young age but continues to treasure those early school day memories.

I’ll start this morning with the news that didn’t make it last week. Wanda was staying with her mother and forgot her iPhone, so she had to call and dictate her information over the phone. I had already sent my news to Molly when she called again and added information. I must say that without Wanda covering the area, there wouldn’t be a Kay’s Branch News.
My family and I are mostly “stay at homes” these days. We go to Frankfort to shop, and I play cards a couple of times a month, but that is it.