Several weeks ago I wrote a column about how important the early pamphleteers were to our nationâ€™s freedom. Part of that tome also pointed to how changing technologies had rendered the need for a printing press moot and that one of the Internetâ€™s greatest boons to mankind and freedom was that anyone with access can make their opinions known.
While I'm a staunch supporter of progress â€” real progress, not just change for change's sake â€” I do find it sad to see the passing of many institutions that once were at the heart of community life. Particularly in small towns.
One such entity that is a rarity today is the women's dress shop.
Every little town of any appreciable size had a nice dress shop and a men's shop. Benton can still boast having this for the male customer in Rhea's, but places like The Fashion, The Style Shop, The Happening (and others I may not recall here) are relegated to memory.
Lessons about life seem to just happen to me when I least expect it. The month of August has provided manyâ€¦and from the least likely of sources. Oddly enough, the catalyst for this month long journey of introspection and odd circumstances began with reading a flyer at work that I received in the mail.
Knowing of my passion for animals, someone recently asked me if in my formative years I ever thought about becoming a veterinarian.
I'm not sure why that never made it to my "wanna be when I'm grown up" list, but it didn't.
It might have had something to do with the fact that even as a youngster I knew a vet had to be proficient in science and chemistry and lots of stuff like that, none of which was my forte.
I was born and reared to deal with words and music and the like. Throw in a little drama and literature also. But nothing of the scientific for me.
I know it may sound a bit perplexing to hear a newspaper editor wonder about a situation in which a local government is embroiled in controversy, allegations of misconduct and counter-charges between conflicting groups in a city. After all, these shenanigans provide a constant stream of material and a ready source of news stories. But from the viewpoint of a citizen of this fine county, one has to look back at it all and ask, ‘When will it all end in Bryant?’
The other day I listened to some people talking about how the sight of blood nauseates them.
"I just about pass out when I see somebody with a really bad cut that's spurting blood," one person said.
I held my tongue for a time, then I had to jump into the conversation.
"You should have had the ready-for-blood-and-guts-and-anything-else indoctrination that I underwent as a young mother," I said.
That training came via my third child, who knew no fear.
Car trips with kids were a challenge in the
I'm talking about the years when my children were little and the ones that followed for a time.
Specifically, I'm referring to the generations that preceded DVDs in vehicles.
I was in the car recently with my 3-year-old grandson, Lucas, and his mom. While Melissa and I chatted about a number of things, we rarely were interrupted by Lucas.
This is because Lucas, like a lot of privileged children of his generation, rides in a car that offers filmdom on wheels.
One week into 2012 and it begins. The relative calm pond that is 'Saline County Politics' is beginning to show the first ripples of discontent, maneuvering and change. Whether or not the change is necessary or ill-advised matters not. Isaac Newton's Third Law of Motion states, "For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction." As changes are made, one group will see any decision as a step in the right direction. But beware the equal and opposite reaction from those who disagree and feel otherwise.
The Christmas season can be counted on to stir up memories.
Iâ€™m not alone in this. I think itâ€™s probably a pretty universal situation.
When I watch favorite old holiday movies, I do with more than a few lumps in the throat.
But as I think back to days gone by, I always remember a lot of funny things that happened through the years. Thankfully, they tend to offset my weepy recollections, so I can keep on doing the things I must do.
Iâ€™ll never forget the year one of our cats became a Christmas ornament. Literally.
I have had the privilege of attending city council and planning commission meetings in cities throughout Saline County. I have seen the process of government â€śof the people, by the people and for the peopleâ€ť in motion with all its glory. I have also seen the darker, blemished side. I say this not in a derogatory sense but given the nature of the statement, I could see how others may conclude as such. I say it to show there is balance in all things. Conflict is not always a bad thing. Conflict that leads to better ideas is healthful. Conflict that leads to division and mistrust is not.