This big national holiday seems to have safely passed. And the world still seems to be spinning safely on its axis. The usual pleas for people not to shoot off fireworks went mostly unheeded. At least around here in California.
Thankfulness is not in vogue anymore. In fact, I wonder what would happen if Jesus tried to feed 5000 today. If he did, here’s what some of them would probably say….
….I can’t eat that fish.
I’m vegan!
…..Is that bread gluten free?
….Has the fish been tested for mercury?
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Saturday is the 4th of July. Many of us will celebrate by honoring those that have served our country, remembering the heroes of times past, respecting and saluting our flag and thanking God that we live in this country.
It is good to live next door to a doctor. I guess. One day I asked my dad why we never did use him. I had 3 siblings plus my mom was always going to Ada for some malady or other. Well, he said, we just never needed to. He stays busy. Stonewall was lucky to get him Dad went on.
Three years ago, I wrote a column explaining left-right differences on 35 different subjects. Any one or two of them would make for a major political/cultural divide. Thirty-five make the divide unbridgeable.
Coalgate High School held its first Poetry Night on March 11, in the Community Building at the park. Several high school teachers were responsible for organizing this event: Tracey Hickman, Mary Klingler, Jenna Pebworth, and Penny Ward.
“People” sometimes ask me to write more about Allen’s olden history. There was no Allen newspapers in 1834 but according to a Historical Marker about 3.6 miles West of Allen on SHW 1 there was something going on here. A large group of Osage Indians were camped out in those flats.
Dear Editor,
I have been a subscriber to the Coalgate Record Register for two years and have just finished reading your article “1955 was a very good year.” I related with the year 1955: Ada is my home town and at the age of seventeen I graduated from Lee Academy in Cleveland TN in 1955.
All decent Americans stand against racism. But if we’re to live as brothers, we must stop indicting all those who share a skin tone for the sins of others.
I was nowhere near the intersection of Chicago Avenue and 38th Street when George Floyd tragically lost his life. I wasn’t in Minnesota.