For more than 20 years, our church has held a party a week or so before Christmas for the 50-plus children who live in a nearby apartment complex. The formula is pretty simple: we sing Christmas carols, have sandwiches and something to drink and sing “Happy Birthday” to Jesus before we eat cake. The children pick out and wrap gifts for their moms or grandmothers, whomever they live with. They take home a goodie bag filled with candy and maybe gloves and socks and also get a wrapped gift.
For more than 30 years, individuals with special needs have been close to Diana Bennett’s heart.
She taught special education in Hardin County Schools from 1975 to 2010.
Before beginning her teaching career she attended Western Kentucky University and worked as a teacher’s aid in special education. It intrigued her. There was something interesting and different about the class and the students drew her in, Bennett said.
“Special education has always been where my heart is,” she said.
A Barbie doll shrine in Nepal and warthogs in Kenya are some of the memorable highlights in the life of Radcliff resident Florence Mason.
Mason’s life also has included volunteer service, witnessing historic events and accomplishments that span the globe.
Born in 1928 in Hawaii, where she grew up, Mason recalled seeing low-flying planes as a child on Dec. 7, 1941. She was with other children who were excited to see the aircraft that were so close they could see the pilots wearing headbands with the rising sun emblem.
Well, it is that time of the year again. It seems as if it was just yesterday I was taking down all the Christmas decorations and making way for tax preparation. Where has this year gone? My grandmother always said that. But, really, where has it gone?
Why am I so in awe that it is December and Christmas is knocking at my door? Does Christmas not arrive at the same time every year? Again, I find myself unprepared.
December is a wonderful month full of festivities and Christmas cheer. It’s a month when the kindness of many shines bright.
I’m going to let you in on an innovative idea for a new product. It’s an invention that will help the spirit of Christmas last all year long. It probably would be the hottest item of the Black Friday sales, but it’s not complete. Maybe it will be next year.
World travel and ministry, a battle with life-threatening disease and a proclivity toward poetry have given Melsa Thompson a life with a lot to appreciate.
“I’ve had so many highlights,”the Radcliff resident said.
Born in Pike County in eastern Kentucky in 1925, Thompson was delivered at home by her great-aunt, who forgot to mail her birth certificate. It wasn’t until 1972, when she was preparing to take a trip to Israel, that she discovered there was no record of her birth.