Today's Features

  • By Roger Alford

  • As the story goes, Chippy the parakeet never saw it coming.
    His owner had decided to use the vacuum cleaner hose to clean out Chippy’s cage — with Chippy still sitting on his perch.
    As Chippy’s owner turned on the vacuum cleaner, the phone rang, and as she reached to answer it, the vacuum cleaner hose moved slightly toward Chippy and — “thwuuupp!”
    Chippy’s owner immediately dropped the phone and tore open the vacuum cleaner bag to rescue a very dusty, very scared bird.

  • Beech Grove Baptist

    We had another great Sunday this past week at Beech Grove. Bro. Steve Delaney brought us two more excellent sermons this week. In the morning, he taught us “Lessons About Forgiveness” from Matthew 18:21-35. Then, we heard “Lessons About Jesus” from Philippians 2:5-11 for our evening service.
    It would be great to see you here at Beech Grove. Our services are at 11 a.m. and 6 p.m., Sundays. We also have Sunday school at 10 a.m. and prairie service at 7 p.m., Wednesday. See you soon.

  • As winter settled in on the early 20th-century rural farm, and cloudy bleak days brought the promise of snow and more snow, Owen County housewives took out their heavy cook pots, set in cream and checked their larders to make sure there was plenty of sorghum, molasses and sugar on hand. Twas the season to chase away the winter doldrums and sweeten life with a little (or sometimes a lot) of sugary confections in the form of candies, caramel corn and popcorn balls.

  • The snow is slowly going away, and I hope to get out this morning and go to Frankfort for books and groceries. This “morning” is Friday. I have been in the house so long I am beginning to feel like a hibernating mole. Ann had been by and Teri came to wash on Wednesday this week. They went out and shoveled off the driveway so I could get the van out of the garage if the ice ever thawed off the road. I awoke to a little red car parked in my driveway one day last week. It was there when I got up and gone when I came to the kitchen in the late afternoon.

  • By Roger Alford

  • This week my mind is going in 100 different directions. Here’s some of the things that are making me crazy/giving me comfort:
    A woman I met in a 12-step program sums up the first three steps like this: “I can’t. God can — I think I’ll let him.”
    I can’t.
    I can’t fix the things in my life or the things in others’ lives that are broken. I’ve been trying, and I can’t. I can’t.
    I can’t, but God can.

  • Mt. Pleasant Baptist Church

  • Pleasant Ridge Baptist Church

  • It’s been a while since my neighbor lady has wreaked havoc on my life.
    However, this past week she made up for lost time.
    To bring you up to speed on who my neighbor lady is: She’s my evil twin, my alter ego, an overbearing, intrusive buttinsky mother who has trouble remembering that once the umbilical cord is cut moments after birth, it should not and cannot ever be reattached and it is futile and foolish to even try — although she’s been trying for more than 40 years.