Today's Features

It turned out to be a beautiful weekend for Mother’s Day or anything else you might have been celebrating.
The first of the week was wet, very wet. We had nearly two inches of rain late Saturday night, Sunday and Monday.
It was clear on Tuesday, but I had bridge so I couldn’t mow that day.
Wednesday, Charity and I went shopping for spring clothes. I have four closets full of clothes, but one has to have something new once in a while. Our trip was a success. I now have new things to wear. All I need now is some place to go.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below ...
   
“In Flanders Field” is a poem written during World War I by doctor and Lt. Col. John McCrae.

Someone once said, “God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled.”
In rural Owen County, the loss of a loved one is accepted as part of everyday life.
Author and storyteller Charlotte Ann Kemper Atchison described the days of mourning experienced by early Owen County families.
Charlotte grew up on Bucks Run and wrote of the times in her childhood when a deceased family member was washed and dressed in his or her finest, and placed in the parlor for viewing.

Spring heralds not only the earth’s renewal of sprouting grasses, budding trees and blooming flowers, but during the early 1900s it also reminded Owen County mothers of the necessity to boost their children’s immune systems after the effects of winter.