It seems like we just got out of an election season. In fact, some campaign signs may still be found along roadways. Last fall was a particularly divisive stretch with accusations and allegations flying around like flies at a picnic. Itâs a time of year when some residents begin to feel renewed and rejuvenated. The batteries of the political machine are charged and the only thing left to do is to find a driver. Depending on how you look at it, candidate selection is oftentimes done way before filing periods and campaigns even begin.
Reputations are curious things. Everyone has one, even if they donât want one. So, if you donât think you have a reputation, how do you go about getting one? Good question. The problem with reputations is that they are earned in more than one way. Some ways are good but some are bad.
Most of you have probably heard of Oscar the cat, who is a full-time resident in a Providence, R.I. nursing home. Oscar has attracted nation-wide attention because he seems to know when one of the nursing home residents is about to die.
Oscar is just an ordinary black and white, short-haired cat who was rescued and allowed to live on the third floor of Steere House, a nursing facility, since he arrived there in 2005.
There are people who become part of your life, yet you never meet them.
Such was the case with Norma Zimmer, the âchampagne ladyâ of the Lawrence Welk show, and others who appeared in that musical cavalcade televised every week for many years.
I wasnât a huge fan of the Welk show in its early days, but my mother was a diehard from Day 1. If you were at her house on Saturday night, whenever the Welk show started, you were seated on the couch to watch all the Welk performers would offer.
Ignorance is bliss. Plain and simple. Being blissfully ignorant in certain situations is what separates a truly innocent misunderstanding from one of âtoo much information.â Technology often plays a pivotal role in such scenarios. Allow me to illustrate.
When I was a kid, I loved to play pirate. And like all my favorite games, I had to have all the accouterments for it â a costume, props and whatever I could round up for a set.
For our neighborhood pirate game I had a wooden sword my father made for me, a red kerchief to tie around my head, a long polka dot sash to stick it in when I wasnât involved in hand-to-hand combat, and a pair of old rubber boots (too big of course). My most prized piece was the black eye patch my mother made me from real black leather and an elastic band.
While a lot of attention today will be given to celebrating mothers â and rightfully so since this is, after all, Motherâs Day â another celebration that takes place every year is coming to a close. It, too, deserves special notice.
This is the annual Be Kind to Animals Week, which, in my opinion, should be an ongoing, everyday thing that everyone practices, though I know thatâs not reality. Still, itâs nice to set aside a special time to focus on those in our midst that canât speak for themselves but must depend on human compassion to have any sort of life at all.
It has been said that familiarity breeds contempt. Once we become accustomed to the ânew, bright and shiny,â we may come to view that which held our praise before as being âold, dull and uninteresting.â This is true with most things and, being the humans we are, it is at times inevitable. What we must guard against is the need to become bitter as a result.
We can look all around and see the evidence of this unfortunate practice.
In June of 2010, I had a life-changing decision to make not only for myself and my husband, but also for the future of The Saline Courier. As vice president of Horizon Publications Inc., the Courier had been one of the newspapers whose publisher reported directly to me for approximately two years. During that time I had made numerous visits to Benton to meet with the staff and evaluate the health of the Courier as a business as well as a community media outlet. It was broken on both accounts.