Seventy of Ohio
I was still struggling to tie my own shoes without knots and without having to tie them again in 15 minutes. I was six years old and ready for the world of first grade.
Have you noticed how each generation seems to fondly recall the early years of their lives as the
The other day I saw a fellow pull a pack of tobacco out of his pocket and put a big chew in his mouth. That
A few weeks before my 13th birthday I broke my ankle sliding into home plate on the baseball diamond at school. The problem was that home plate was a cinderblock buried in the ground, except for an inch that remained just above ground.
All of us are affected by the shaky economy; whether it
Indians still roamed the shores of the Clear Fork River in Mohican State Park in 1957. As the mist lifted from the river at sunrise their campfire awaited the fish they were catching for breakfast. In the afternoon they could sometimes be seen, but not heard, as they moved silently through the underbrush, peering out at the white settlers w
I was about seven the first time I visited the place where Dad (my stepdad) worked. I think the official name of the place was Mount Vernon Scrap Metal, but it was owned by Bernie Marks and everyone just called it Bernie
If you have occasion to drive down Summerside Road off old Old State Rt. 74 in Union Township, you will see that construction is underway on Summerside Woods, the latest senior housing facility to be developed by Clermont Senior Services.