Happy Birthday to Beardstown’s one and only newspaper! This week’s edition is number 180! That’s 180 years. However, after doing a Google search, it said the newspaper was established as the Beardstown Gazette and the first issue appeared on August 15, 1845. That comes out to 179 years. I’m not going to argue over one year, but the conclusion is this newspaper is old. And it’s still going strong.
Last week I shared with you about my wedding anniversary and wedding. My anniversary was June 25 and then my first child celebrated her birthday on June 29 (no, not the same year, but two years later). We were married in 1966 and Buffy was born in 1968.
June 25th would have been my 58th wedding anniversary. It’s not really a sad day for me because the 25 years I had Chuck were wonderful with lots of laughs and precious memories.
On June 25, 1966, it was every bit as hot then as it was this year. The heat and humidity were horrendous and the worse part; there was no air-conditioning. We were married at my home as I was still living with my parents.
Where can you bike ride in the buff and stay on the right side of the law?
Can you believe I just asked that? It’s another crazy press release! These people just have too much time on their hands and make money at it.
So this is World Naked Bike Ride month! I can’t believe all the days and months that are dedicated to some of the craziest stuff. To do this, they ranked the best cities for naked biking. Sorry, to disappoint you, folks, but Beardstown didn’t make this list either.
I think it’s safe to say that most places in our county have been pretty much cicada free. At least I haven’t heard many complaints. Now, Jacksonville, that’s another story.
I’m not sure why we don’t seem to have any and I’m not going to make any guesses, but I’m really glad we’re not experiencing what some communities are experiencing.
This week I received a press release that said add cicadas to your favorite list of ice cream toppings. Excuse me! Not on my ice cream!
As you well know, my 20 y/o grandson, Mason, is my tech person, the one who gets my phone back to normal after my magic fingers screw it up. His favorite question is;
“Grandma, how did you do this?”
My best and always response is;
“I have no idea.”
I recently had an unexplainable situation with my car. And that question popped up again.
I take my car to the dealership to be serviced regularly. A couple of weeks ago it was time for an oil change and its usual checkup.
As most of you know, I like to write. I’ve always liked to write for pleasure, but when I was in high school there were certain subjects I didn’t like to write. History was one of those subjects.
I had one of the greatest history teachers ever and that was Adele Hegener. Adele knew her history backwards and forward and she loved sharing what she knew. The problem was I simply didn’t like history. It wasn’t until I was an adult and started studying the Bible that I realized the importance of history and how it affects all of us.
My daughter, Tarra, and grandson, Mason, were here for a few days last week and we had so much fun.
Usually they only come for a weekend, but Tarra’s job takes her to Springfield several times a month. Last week they arrived on Wednesday since she had to spend Thursday and Friday in Springfield so I got to “babysit” my 20-year-old grandson. And,wow, did we have fun!
This young man takes such good care of his grandma. And we laugh and laugh.
One of the things the three of us enjoy is playing board games. However, I’m not very good.We played Clue and I’m terrible at that one. Tarra wins almost every game, but she did allow Mason to win one.
Growing up across the street from the marina had many perks, especially for my three brothers.
Back when we were kids, there wasn’t a marina, but there was so much raw territory for my brothers to explore. I never joined them for their fishing, hunting or exploring escapades, mainly because of my fear of snakes. But my brothers never flinched. In fact, my brother Danny brought a snake in the house (unbeknownst to any of us) and hid it. Unfortunately for me, the rascal escaped and decided to live in my room. I can’t even begin to tell you the screaming I did as I walked in my room and a snake is slithering across the floor. I’m sure it broke the sound barrier.
Yep, you read that right!
I get press releases from all over the nation covering everything imaginable. Sometimes I just think people have too much time on their hands.
Last week I got a release about the top best cities and the worse cities for naked gardening.