Memories from the Museum

Jet Pilot Is Killed Here Saturday Night In Violent Wind and Rainstorm After Bailing Out; Wild Plane Roars To Earth 8 Mi.

...Yesteryears

June 28,1923 Vol. 38, No.

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First off, let me just say, it’s been such a pleasant June. I walked through the yard towards the park the other day and caught a glimpse of a clump of mushrooms. MUSHROOMS! Simple pleasures. I focused on those things for longer than I probably should have.

Pastor’s Corner:

With Fathers’ Day just around the corner, my thoughts are drawn to the significance of that particular day. We celebrate fathers, rightly so, for their unique and essential contribution to our families.

Bloom Dirty Jobs

Now hiring: A mother’s helper. Looki n g for someone to unwrap caramels for recipes. And to dispose of all the little wrappers that cling to your fingertips, by way of either static electricity or melted caramel.

...Yesteryears

June 14,1923 Vol. 38, No. 31 Lee Oldham, Owner Harry Coyne, Publisher Ordinance No.

Pastor’s Corner:

Earlier thi s week, someone said to me, “With some people, in certain places, if you don’t fit in, you just don’t fit in. You don’t feel welcome.” Unfortunately, this statement was made regarding church, but I think this sense of isolation extends to the entirety of the human experience.

Ouch!

We’ve hit a phase here. “It’s time to get your shoes on.” “Nooo!” “Let’s brush your teeth.” “Nooo!” “Do you want breakfast?” “Nooo!” “How about a drink?” “Nooo!” It doesn’t matter the suggestion, the offer, the instruction. It’s all the same. That’s the world of a 2-year-old.

Pastor’s Corner:

In the immedia te aftermath of COVID, when the world was coming to life again, Pope Francis talked about the need to reclaim a shared humanity that had been disrupted by the pandemic. “Today, there is no time for indifference,” he said.

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I was working on my daughter’s hair last weekend and when I reached down to grab the hair brush, one of the bristles pierced through between my thumbnail and fingertip. My goodness did it hurt! I gasped so loudly that my daughter thought I had burned myself with the curling iron. No.