I am not what you’d call a New Year’s resolution person. I have a hard time drumming up enthusiasm for making resolutions I know I won’t stick with. And even if I do, it probably won’t be for more than a couple months, so by April I’m already back to forgetting to floss every day.
From tanks to teddy bears, Martha Edwards always has worked carefully with her hands.
At 60, she’s lived in Radcliff much of her married life.
Her father was in the military and retired here. She’s had several jobs on post. When she was younger, Edwards would ride to work on a bus and work in the mess hall. During her civil service career she has been a cashier, supply clerk and forklift operator and worked on small transmissions and then went on to heavy mobile, where she worked on tank engines and transmissions.
As our children have gotten older, family Thanksgiving and Christmas celebrations have had to morph into something different.
When the boys were small, it was easier. We just scooped them up for our annual visit to one of my siblings’ homes for Thanksgiving, toys and hand-held video games in tow. Even when they were in college, we would pick them up Wednesday afternoon after classes on our way to Washington, D.C., where we would join cousins who would wait up for us to arrive after midnight the night before Thanksgiving.
It is finally here. My most favorite time of the year, Christmas. I love the Christmas season more than my birthday and that is saying a lot. As a child, I would start bugging my parents just as soon as all my Christmas gifts were opened about what I wanted the next year. I know now that sounded a bit spoiled to say the least.
Christmas at our house was a big deal. My mother would cook for what seemed like days in preparation for that day. You know, cook up a lot of food, just in case someone dropped by during the holidays.
Debbie Howe is the leader of the pack, but unlike the song of the same name, her title has nothing to do with motorcycles.
As kennel pack leader at Sam Russell’s Pet Provisions in Elizabethtown — where she has worked for the past two years — Howe provides obedience training for dogs of all sizes, ages and breeds. Her experience working with animals, though, spans more than two decades and has gained a following.
It is that time of year again … the Christmas movies of our youth pop up on television or DVD and remind us of our childhood. I recently had an encounter with an old favorite, “Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer.” It was just as I remembered, but this time I saw it in a completely different way.
I get worn out with all the products marketed to the busy folks in America that claim to save you time. I do believe there is a bit of merit in some of these products’ claims, such as using a tiller versus manipulating your garden soil using man power and a well-built hoe. However, when I see some products advertised I either shake my head or laugh out loud at the frivolity of its very invention.
I will try not to sound too cliché, but I’d like to talk about Thanksgiving.
I will resist discussing what I’m thankful for, if at all possible, because I’m pretty sure anything I have to say has already been covered. And if not, well, who needs to hear about how thankful I am that the roof in our back room only leaks in one spot instead of the three of previous years? Or that the weather is cooler so I have more of a desire to knit toboggans for my family? Or for the word ‘toboggan’?