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Young pals
by Roy Hodge Catching up with the little guys: Marcus, my youngest grandson, lives in Rochester. He is going to be three next month. He keeps his Mommy and Daddy — who also happen to be my daughter-in-law, Shelley, and my son, Adam — very busy. Marcus goes to “school” every week day (we call(…)
Bullhead fishermen
by Leon Archer This is the time of year that fishing a place like Sandy Pond is a real crap shoot. The bullheads will still bite if you are in the right spot, but before you get one of them on your line, you are more likely to end up with a rambunctious sunfish or(…)
Light In The Darkness: May 15, 2013
by Pastor David Grey “Since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead.” — Romans 1:20 Though we cannot see God, his eternal power and glory are clearly evident in all those things He has made and the(…)
May Mystery
by Jim Farfaglia May Mystery Oh, lowly dandelion, sneakiest of all weeds, rising above the new-spring grass to proclaim yourself a sun-god. There’s no controlling you, laying claim wherever you choose, and sending your root so deep it looks like you’re here to stay. But wait! Maybe you are something regal, maybe(…)
May is a busy month for scholarships
by Kate Rothrock Just when everyone thought that summer was on the way, the weather these past few days has brought flashbacks from winter! Spring sport teams especially do not like it! The GRB Spring Cleanup brought in tons of students and staff to help make it a success. Students and staff raked, mulched, planted(…)
Fulton 112 years ago
by Roy Hodge It seemed like it was going to be a normal day for me on Monday. I had my cereal dish and my juice glass out of the cupboard. Then I proceeded to pour my Cheerios into my juice glass. I was ready to cover them with milk when I realized something wasn’t(…)
Memories of Pop
by Jerry Hogan Kasperek Wanna go to the feed store, Jeddy? My grandfather — Pop — would ask me when he was about to go on his Saturday morning ritual of errands and rounds. Jeddy was my grandfather’s nickname for me (my proper name is Geraldine) and the feed store was the Checkerboard, or maybe(…)
Little Sandy Creek
by Leon Archer Well, I know I’m back on track now. Sweet Thing and I returned from Seattle and it took a couple of days to get the time sorted out, but we are now getting to bed before midnight and rising before 9 a.m. It has been pretty dry, so a couple days after(…)
