If a picture is worth a thousand words, Abby Coffell has produced enough to fill a library.
The Elizabethtown resident takes photos of Central Hardin High School wrestling team members on a volunteer basis during matches and tournaments. This year alone she has taken in the neighborhood of 16,000 photos.
“We did not miss one tournament this season,” she said, noting she took photos of matches even when her son was not competing.
He’s always been a little bit attached, still refusing to play by himself in his room unless I threaten him. But lately he’s been downright clingy.
I should love it, right? I should spend all my time focusing on how he’s not always going to want to be right by my side whenever I am in the same building, or hug me 50 times a day. That’s no exaggeration. Literally 50 times. I know because I counted.
My husband says he minds the clock while I maintain the calendar.
True enough. I have trouble getting where I’m going on time. I’m the one who slips in a few minutes late to meetings, classes and even sometimes church services. He’s patiently tried to fix this flaw, suggesting helpfully I might want to add 30 minutes to the time I think I’ll be finished with a task so as to have enough time to get to the next. It might make sense in his mind, but not mine. If I know I have 30 minutes …
As Black History Month gets under way, I can only think of what my foremothers and fathers thought as they were being transferred to this country in shackles and chains, being tossed about by the high seas, leaving a homeland, some as kings and queens, to a life of leather whips, dogs and being belittled on every hand.
I wonder what they thought about as they were paraded onto the slavery block, and their man and womanhood was exposed to the highest bidder, treated no better than horses and cows at a livestock auction.
Whether as part of her career as an educator that has spanned some three decades or as one of the caretakers of the Emma Reno Connor Black History Gallery in Elizabethtown, knowledge is important to Tucker.
For about 30 years, the Radcliff resident has been in the education field, but she doesn’t call her profession a job because she enjoys it so much.
To say Kelly Hamlin hopped into the passion of her life is an understatement.
Though her day job is in marketing and sales at 94.3 The Wolf in Elizabethtown, Wednesday nights and various other times during the week she coaches the Jumping Knights at St. James Catholic Regional School.
Her interest began about seven years ago when she saw the Jumping Hawks of LaRue County. Her daughter Kayleigh, then 6, was enamored by them, she said.
This month we will celebrate Presidents’ Day. This past summer I started to think about how someone in the office of president can affect generations to come as I was visiting a national park. Our country truly is America, the beautiful.
There are so many national parks to visit that are awesome and fun for the entire family. What if someone did not see the need or have the vision 100 years ago to preserve these beautiful areas of our country? They could have fallen into private hands and the public would not have privilege to see these gorgeous sites.
Recently, a girl from Meade County died in a car wreck. She was 27, a young mother of a little boy.
I recently got to know her, though I don’t claim to know her well. Not like her many, many friends. Not like my new sister-in-law. You see, this girl, Sarah Hottell, and I were both bridesmaids in my husband’s brother’s wedding in December.