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Opinion

  • To appreciate this little story that I will eventually get around to telling, you need to know a little about my maternal bloodline. You see, long before real-estate ads latched on to the word “fixer-upper,” my maternal Grandmother was one. She was a woman who put her faith in action verbs, however, not in defining nouns. “Go fix up,” she’d say to my mother. “Fix your face” and “fix your hair” were variations on the same chord in a minor key. Mother repeated the refrain to me, and I in turn to my three daughters.

  • By 10:10 a.m., the place was packed.

    I had come for the 10:30 a.m. worship service, the first one in Cornerstone Baptist Church’s new ministry campus in Inverness, Fla.

    They had set out 800 chairs, but by 10:30, more than 1,000 people had shown up.

    The pastor opened the service by singing, “The Hand of Our God Is on This Place.”

  • U.S. Senator Mitch McConnell doesn’t say things very often that make me laugh.

    But in a recent op/ed piece, McConnell said that during his August recess from Washington, he didn’t meet “anybody who thought a government takeover of health care was the answer.”

    The statement shocked me and, as the kids say, LOL.

    It was never more clear to me that Sen. McConnell and I run in different circles.

  • Tax money should stay in the community where they are collected

    I am really mad about the tax put on our taxes for the fire department. I do not mind donating to my fire department here at New Liberty, but I don’t want my money given to the other fire departments. Each department has a certain territory and I feel the people in each area should take care of their own fire department. That $35 (local government)  put on my taxes will only give New Liberty $7.

  • Every year since Sept. 11, 2001, the nation has paused for a few moments to remember the horrible and tragic events of that day.

    Unlike so many other memorials, that take place year after year, the tributes and remembrances that take place on the anniversary of 9/11 do not seem to diminish as the date slides further into history.

    But there are people who work hard each year to keep the memory alive of all those we lost in the consciousness of all Americans.

  • In the fifth grade, I often stayed up long after my parents had gone to bed, making sure the margins in my geography notebook were straight as an arrow for Miz Eva Lois Wright. This genetic disposition to please people now obliges me to respond quickly to the plethora of “Getting To Know You” quizzes my friends have taken to sending me on the Internet. The questionnaires are similar to the ice-breaker games of my Methodist Youth Fellowship days – silly and sort of fun.

  • Members of our Tobacco Heritage Committee have had the privilege of interviewing men and women who have devoted their lives to farming in Owen County. In addition to learning the details about raising tobacco, sheep, cattle, and operating a dairy farm, did you know?

    • A young farmer currently raises 207 acres of tobacco and says he enjoys the freedom of farming.

    • One farmer said he could cut 1,500 sticks of tobacco a day when he was younger. It wasn’t unusual for cutters to have friendly competitions while cutting tobacco.

  • When word started trickling out about the closure of the Owenton Dairy Queen last week, it wasn’t like most bad news we hear on a fairly regular basis around here.

    Small businesses, especially in the current economic state, fail more often than they succeed. Normally, once a business has been around as long as the Dairy Queen, it’s pretty safe to think they will be around until the owners decide to step down.

    But market forces and population issues signaled the death of the Queen.

  • I love the story of Cletus Eugene, the missing kangaroo an Owen County woman uses as a service animal.

    I’ve covered a lot of stories in my career – some heart-warming and some fairly disgusting – but this story of a missing kangaroo is special.

    Journalistic ethics aside, I want to find this misplaced marsupial.

  • During the past week, I received several comments concerning the article I wrote on the school board’s decision to increase the tax rate. I would like to take this opportunity to address the subject in my own opinion.

    It’s no secret that the United States is currently in a recession. All across the country, men and women are losing their jobs, losing their homes, and can’t afford to pay their bills.

    It’s also no secret people do not like to see tax rates being raised in any situation.

  • ]“A teacher affects eternity,” Henry Adams wrote, words so self-evident they are cliché, words so true they have become part of our folk wisdom. When that happens, nobody hears them anymore, nobody much believes in them anymore.

  • An Aug. 5 Opinion letter from Chris LeSuer petitioned KACo (Kentucky Association of Counties) to provide an explanation for their representation of an Owen County official (to the tune of $51,000) accused of crimes against the taxpayers.

    LeSuer referenced a July 1 article in the Lexington Herald which verified that KACo (a taxpayer-funded organization) routinely offers this type of representation.

    The media exposure of KACo’s questionable practice of utilizing tax dollars in this manner has provoked some dissatisfaction in the community.

  • Fire has always been a destructive force in people’s lives. The Bible associates fire with God’s judgment on wickedness and unbelief, and He is represented as a “consuming fire” when His wrath is revealed.

  • Hypocrisy? 

    Last week was an interesting week in sports. It was also one that made me think about whether certain things that happen are not somewhat hypocritical.  

    Two big sports stories hit during the week and both were full of controversy and raised many an eyebrow. 

    The first came when it was reported that Louisville head coach Rick Pitino admitted to police that six years ago he had an affair with a woman in Louisville.

  • Last Thursday, the Senior Citizens Center echoed with the memories of childhood as author Charlotte Ann Kemper Atchison entertained the crowd with stories of growing up in Owen County. People broke out in laughter as Charlotte described how, as a curious little girl, she wondered what would happen if she quickly shut the screen door on her cat’s tail. Would the tail bounce like a bowl of jelly or break in two? Much to her dismay, when the cat yowled in pain, Charlotte’s momma administered a bit of pain to Charlotte’s own tail.

  • The Owen County Bus Transportation Department would like to express our gratitude and appreciation to the New Horizons clinic workers who made our physicals go smoothly and timely.

    The new facility is really something special for Owen County. It was spacious and well staffed. Their friendly atmosphere and pleasantness meant a lot to all of us.

  • I would just like to commend the staff at New Horizons Medical Center for the excellent care I received while a patient at our hospital.

    Having been a nurse myself for over 20 years, I am not used to being the patient but I must say, I was impressed with New Horizons. We are so fortunate to have this facility in our community and more people should take advantage of it and support it.

    So to everyone at New Horizons, keep up the good work you are doing to improve the health and well being of our citizens.

    Tammy McDonald

    Owenton

  • Another successful year at the fair. The reason: So many people giving of their time and effort. Lots of people don’t realize that so many of these people take their vacation time to have a successful fair for the people of Owen County and a lot of children that can’t go somewhere else for fun.

    And a special thanks for the memorial to Charles Wright. A special thanks to all that remembered him in every event. He was not there in body but I am sure he was there in spirit.

    Betty Wright

  • Most of us remember the rhymes and doggerels of our childhood and growing up in Owen County brings memories of the games played with  friends long ago. We played jump rope, hopscotch, kick the can, and marbles. Counting out rhymes like “one potato, two potato” designated which child would be “it” in a game of tag or hide-and-seek.

  • Editor’s Note: Georgia Green Stamper is on vacation. This column first appeared in August 2008.

    In August of 1956, Daddy observed that his tobacco crop needed another couple of weeks to yellow in the fields before cutting. If my mother and I wanted, he allowed as how he could slip away from the farm work for a few days, and we could join his sisters and their families on a short vacation trip to the Smokey Mountains.