Today's Features

An old man on a moped pulls up next to a young fellow in a Corvette at a stoplight.
“What kind of car you got there?” the old guy asks, his thumbs tucked into his suspenders.
“It’s a 2014 Corvette, special made,” the young fellow boasted. “It cost me nearly $80,000.”
The old fellow leaned in and took a look. He saw the stick shift on the floor, the stylish steering wheel, and the speedometer that registered over 200 mph.
“Mighty nice,” the old man said.

“Lord willing and the creek don’t rise.”
This was a common phrase used by folks in Kentucky. It referred to the belief that the Lord was in charge, and barring unforeseen circumstances such as rising creek waters, one would go ahead with their plans.
This adage was particularly applicable to early settlers in Owen County who made their homes near the numerous creeks in the area.
When heavy rains flooded the waterways, most folks were unable to cross at the creek fords and travel came to a standstill.

Buffalo traces wound through dense forests leading settlers to a new land. The proximity to the Kentucky River, an abundance of clear creeks and the rolling hills of Owen County gave promise to these early pioneers of an agrarian paradise.
The area known today as Lusby’s Mill appealed to the Cobb, Clifton, Perkins and Osborne families and they were among the first to create a thriving Owen County community in the 1790s.

One of the funniest stories I’ve heard in a while is about the especially handsome man who decided it was his God-given responsibility to marry an extraordinarily beautiful woman so they could have the best looking children ever.
He happened onto a farmer who had three breathtakingly gorgeous daughters. So he explained to the farmer his mission, and asked permission to marry one of his daughters. The farmer agreed, telling him to look them over and take his pick.