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Taproots run deep
Wednesday, September 25, 2013 1:49 PM

By Kylee Baumle

As gardeners, we know what a taproot is. Many times as my husband is helping me dig and transplant something from one place to another (or I’m helping him), he’ll say, “We need to be sure to get the taproot or it won’t live.” While that may or may not be true, the taproot runs deep and it’s hard to remove the entire plant.

It’s as if the plant is sending the message that it doesn’t want to go anywhere, because it’s doing just fine where it is, thank-you-very-much.

A few years ago, I had a recurring dream, a nightmare, really, in which we sold our house, bought a fixer-upper, then halfway through the fixing-up, I missed my old house and wanted it back. Of course, someone else owned and was living in MY house and didn’t want to give it back to us. I couldn’t blame them. I liked my house, too, and I really wanted it to be ours again. I started crying uncontrollably, my heart broken. A couple of times, I actually woke up in tears.

No one rained on my parade
Wednesday, September 25, 2013 1:47 PM

No one rained on my parade

In My Opinion • By Joe Shouse

A few weeks ago I was in Paulding County to cover several activities for the Paulding County Progress. I had spent Thursday at Wayne Trace and Friday at Antwerp High School taking pictures of the various sports teams for our annual fall sports tab. On Saturday morning I was driving through the countryside heading to Antwerp to cover the Day In the Park when my car decided to begin the process of a slow death.

What's in and what's out?
Wednesday, September 18, 2013 2:18 PM

By Kylee Baumle

It started out so well. The spring and then the summer brought regular rains and the gardens never looked so good. Seeds germinated, new plants grew by leaps and bounds, and I started thinking that this summer would be different than so many before it.

Then the rain stopped. Or it went around us; it can be such a tease sometimes. But here we are, so much like last year, wondering once again why I try to grow things like hydrangeas, ligularias and cannas. They’re so darn thirsty.

I said earlier this year that if I saw a plant in my garden struggling, it was outta here. If a plant can’t grow well with plenty of rain, then I’m sure not going to baby it along when the skies dry up. This time I really mean it.

Oooo.... white bucks
Wednesday, September 18, 2013 2:17 PM

By Jim Langham

Keeping white bucks clean was a challenge during marching band days

I can feel it as though it were yesterday, especially during the hot and sticky days of a few days ago, a wool band uniform, heavy hat, complete with plume, white shirt, tight necktie and the infamous white buck shoes that seemed to attract rain storms and street messes with every stomp of the foot.

Marching in the high school band in the late 1950s and early 1960s was anything but comfortable, especially in summer parades and early fall football games.

Music! Music! Music!
Wednesday, September 18, 2013 2:17 PM


By Nancy Whitaker

I cannot think of anyone who does not like music. We all like different kinds of music genres and for me music has always been a solace, an energizer, and a pick-me-upper.

I basically “cut my teeth” on gospel music and learned to play the piano from some old time gospel singers and musicians. They took time with me, taught me different chords and how to keep time.

I also learned how to play chords on the guitar and when I was about 15, I was introduced to what is now referred to as “old rock and roll.” While a lot of church people were calling it the devil’s music, I fell in love with Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, Fabian and Chubby Checker.

That ball is going, going, gone!
Wednesday, September 18, 2013 2:15 PM

That ball is going, going, gone!

By Bill Sherry

Baseball was something I began liking as a small child and I liked it to the point that I began saving my paper route money to buy a baseball glove. Not just any glove, but a glove that was like the one worn by “Bullet Bob” Feller. I listened to Indians announcer “Jimmy” Dudley as Feller pitched his last game in 1956 and I knew that I wanted to play baseball and be pitcher “Bullet Bill’’ Sherry. The closest I ever got to that dream was to catch a couple of throws from pitcher Doug Bair in a little league game in Oakwood a few years later.

The long winter
Wednesday, September 11, 2013 2:24 PM


By Nancy Whitaker

Summer is almost over and we are approaching autumn. Autumn is a favorite time of year which brings us falling colorful leaves, bonfires, pumpkins, apples and the first frost.

The whole countryside presents us with a kaleidoscope of beauty as leaves turn colors and fall to the ground forming a colorful carpet on the grass.

I will say that I do enjoy living in an area that enjoys the weather of all four seasons. Some people hate the cold weather in the winter, so they migrate to areas where they don’t have to experience any snow or blizzard-like conditions. But, I just can’t imagine Christmas time without snow or cold.

One thing that ticks me off...
Wednesday, September 11, 2013 2:22 PM


Guest Column By Susan Pieper

One thing that ticks me off...

One thing that ticks me off is receiving anonymous letters. Today I received one with a photocopied list of leaders of non-profits and their high salaries. And, there was another list of charities this person thought were more worthy of support. They even took the time to jot a note to me stating that “this is why people do not want to give to United Way.” I suppose they sent it to me because they know I support United Way and the library is the Pacesetter for this year’s United Way campaign.

Paulding County United Way pays about $500 a year to United Way Worldwide which in turn provides training and educational opportunities to all United Way organizations which includes an online discussion list – an invaluable tool especially for smaller United Way organizations. It allows our small county to “link up” with like-sized groups.

I can tell by your accent
Wednesday, September 11, 2013 2:18 PM

By Jim Langham

When I was a child, our family visited my Aunt Norma (who once ran The Green Pantry Restaurant in Antwerp) and my Uncle Art at their home in Jacksonville, Fla. As we started back to the north, my parents decided to purchase pecans at a road side stand in Georgia.

At the time, I-75 was a thing of the future and markets lined the old U.S. 27 south of Macon. When my mother approached the cashier to pay for her purchase, the lady behind the cash register said, “You’re from Indiana, aren’t you?” It must be understood that at the time, we had traveled very little out of northeast Indiana.

My mother acknowledged that she was and asked the lady how she knew. The friendly cashier responded, “I could tell by your accent.”

My mother didn’t say anything until she climbed into the car. Then, with a bit of huffiness in her voice, she said to my dad, “Well, of all the nerve! How could she say that? She was the one with the accent, not me!”

Passalong plants & plenty of produce
Wednesday, September 11, 2013 2:16 PM


By Kylee Baumle

More than once I’ve heard it said that gardeners are some of the most kind and generous people you’ll ever meet. And in my experience, it's true. I doubt there’s a gardener out there that hasn't shared something from their garden.

This time of year, those of us that grow fruits and vegetables know that seldom do our plants produce just the right amount we need, whether it’s too little or too much. While many things have done well, in my own garden this wasn’t a good year for beets.

I happen to love pickled beets and could probably eat them every single day of my life, so that’s one thing you’ll always find growing in our garden. But, this year, our beet crop was pitiful. It might be because I got the seeds in the ground a bit late. Or maybe it’s because they were in a location that doesn’t get enough sun. In any case, I didn't get a single beet.