Recently was the anniversary of an infamous day in our American history; the day that Pearl Harbor was bombed. I was only six years old, and the memory is fuzzy in my mind. It was on a Sunday, and I wonder now how we received the news. What I do remember, however, was the frightening aftermath when
The northern Indiana District 6540 of Rotary International is accepting applications for two $7,000 summer study abroad scholarships. Successful applicants must be residents of District 6540 (northern Indiana) and be sponsored by a local Rotary club, which includes the Rotary Club of Fort Wayne and
My son, Scott, and his wife, Janalyn, lived with us for a while this summer after graduation. His job didn’t start until September, and it gave us a chance to get to know Janalyn. Our life was quite a bit different from how she grew up. She had never canned food before, and she soon learned the
Finally the Cubs win the World’s Series and Harry Caray must be smiling down from heaven on all of those people who waited for generations for them to be crowned the World Series Champs.
Denny Durnell and his wife Teena the second generation owners of Durnell’s at Broadway and Huestis not only
The warm days that we experienced in October may have been called Indian summer, but according to the Old Farmer’s Almanac, it comes after a killing frost or hard freeze. We certainly have had that; three hard frosts in a row has blackened all the summer flowers and laid the garden low.
As the big day nears, now is the time to plan a craft project everyone enjoys while the turkey cooks, the parade participants march or the football games progress.
Who hasn’t created a turkey simply by drawing around their hand, spreading their fingers to create the feathers and
This is a true Thanksgiving story, and one that is dear to my heart for we knew the principal characters featured in it.
Brother Harry Craig was a traveling evangelist, and his wife Sister Myrtle Craig was his faithful companion. He was a short man, but what he lacked in stature, he made up for it
Thanksgiving is much more than a big meal with family and friends. It’s a time to reflect on, and be thankful for, all of the good things you have. It’s important to be grateful, not just on Thanksgiving, but each and every day. Rather than lamenting what you feel is lacking in your life, begin
Front row L-R: Stan Freet, Walther Grantham, Ted Egts.
Back row L-R: James LeGault (family member), Bill Colburn, Harrison Hull and Robert Floyd (visitor). Kingston hosted a Veterans Day breakfast for the community at their Assisted Living on Winchester Road along with a special recognition ceremony
Dewey Decker, that accident-prone neighbor of ours, is the undisputed Pharoah of Fertilizer, the Monarch of Manure. He has turned a shovel-ready business into a going concern, with the help of the woman of his dreams, Emily. But in the quiet times, when it’s only Dewey thinking to himself, he really
Have you ever heard the saying, “Praemonitus, praemunitus?” Probably not when it is spoken in the original Latin, but it should sound familiar when said in English, “Forewarned is forearmed!” So, use your forearms to hold up The Waynedale News, you’re about to be forewarned. Mom and dad
It was late October and Butch and Buster, my two friends, had come to visit after school. They weren’t really farm boys. They grew up in the backwoods of a state farther east, so when it came to cattle, they might as well have grown up in the city. They did like to come out to the farm, but it almost
Next week on the eve of the election I will be turning 60! 60 years in the making of who I am today. When I was young, 60 seemed old. My paternal grandparents the Rev. Herbert Levihn and his wife Concordia both died of heart attacks in June 1962 at 61 and 69. What a shock that was for this five year
All day my heart has been on Hickory Knob. As I stepped outside and the rich, earthy smell of fall wafted toward me, I was transported back in time to a backwoods place that was a paradise to us. There’s no other place on earth that has that indescribable aroma, compounded by fallen leaves, rich
Years ago, about the time Russia was opening up more to tourists from the west, three of my colleagues from the university decided to take a few weeks of their summer and travel there. They didn’t have any itinerary; they would just go and hope for the best. Upon their return, I asked Loren about
Dewey Decker showed his new business cards to the other guys at the Mule Barn Truck Stop’s philosophy counter, and each member of the world dilemma think tank got to keep one.
Steve, our owlish-appearing cowboy, scratched his head as he studied the card.
“Okay, Dewey, I’ll bite … what’s
All quilts have a history: the history of their maker, the creative and technical processes that went into making them and how they were used throughout their life.
A couple of months ago Linda Kuhn visits me and shows me a quilt she’s thinking of selling. The quilt is reversible with a light pumpkin
October is spinning out her days of gold under the deep blue skies of autumn. Summer is gone, taking with her the wildflowers that marked her days, and hot days of sunshine. The cheerful songbirds that warbled throughout the day are heard less and less, as flocks of them have departed for sunnier
Lately, I think of Halloween as “Holloween” because it’s not the event it used to be!
In North America, trick-or-treating has been a Halloween tradition since the late 1920s. But a just few years ago, it seems, parents began to accompany their youngsters from house to house or follow along in
The Fort Wayne Weavers’ Guild exhibit at the First Presbyterian Church in downtown Fort Wayne is well attended on the opening night reception. The walls are awash in the colors of the woven masterpieces. A dozen Guild members are on hand to discuss their work with patrons while church volunteers
I heard the katydids tolling your death knell last night. In fact, the lonely, haunting dirge has sounded out for weeks now. They are singing of change, and cold, and a white, creeping death that will come to summer and singer alike.
You don’t look as if you are dying, Summer. In the midst of your
Mrs. Forrest has always been a compulsive feeder. Before she retired, she was cooking for the Mule Barn truck stop’s customers, and is singularly responsible for about three flabby tons of avoirdupois on this nation’s truck drivers, and may have been marginally responsible, third-hand, for a cardiac
It hardly seems possible 15 years have passed since the 9/11 attacks. The children born that day are now high school freshmen. Just like Pearl Harbor and the JFK assassination most people can recall what they were doing when they heard the news of the attacks.
One person stirred to action following
Okay. I’m going to be honest. I’m not quite sure how to begin this article. It’s not that I’m drawing a blank. I’ve actually thought of several different witty, sarcastic, pleasant, and shocking openers. Oh, the anxiety…literally …this month’s welcome back to the homeschool
I loved cold winter nights when I was a little girl. After the dishes were washed and put away, the zinc water buckets were filled up from the pitcher pump down at the Virginia office building (and I can still hear Mom saying, “Larry, have you brought in the night water?”) we would gather around