Travel in the car today is drastically different for kids from what it was like when I was a youngster.
We didn't have TVs or DVD players and such for entertainment. We did have a radio, but mainly we amused ourselves using something that seems lacking much of the time now: A thing called imagination.
On Sunday, a little boy wearing a cowboy hat and boots moved into his dormitory room at college. Despite his young age, there was nothing that made this day more remarkable than any other.
His mother unpacked boxes and made up the twin bed in his room. She stored his clothing in the closet and underwear in the dresser drawers. She made sure the bathroom was safe, his toothbrush handy.
A quick trip to Walmart and the purchase of two lamps ensured her little boy would have a cozy and comfy room to sleep in each night.
Today, I would like to put aside my memory books and dust off a piece of furniture I seldom use any more. When I was younger and full of myself, it received a lot of use and many times got me into trouble (grin).
(Dusting off the âFred E. Ashcraft Memorial Bully PulpitâŠâ) âŠ. This will only mean something to old codgers âŠ. Also, what follows is my opinion â not necessarily that of the newspaperâs staff, management, paper carriers or readers âŠ.
The new voter identification law in Arkansas will be fully implemented by the next major election cycle. As is the case with any piece of legislation, it may or may not live up to its intended purpose. The devil is in the details, and we got our first look at some of those details last week.
A few days ago we buried Black Beauty, the cat (black, of course) that was part of the Hollenbeck household for something close to 20 years.
His passing left a big hole in my heart, but I cherish the two decades of love he gave to our family.
I donât remember exactly when he crossed the threshold and became âourâ cat. For a long time, he made regular visits to the outdoor feeding dish early in the morning and late in the evening and didnât seek attention beyond that.
This minute, Iâm busy with several projects. I'm thankful for each and every opportunity that comes my way. Whatâs more, Iâm actually enjoying it all, even when the schedule makes me a little crazy. And yet, in the midst of all the rush and work and joy, there is, today, a strong emotion, a diary of memories, an unsolicited sadness tugging on my heart. It has been there all month, maybe longer.
Last year, as the anniversary of his death approached for the first time, I experienced an odd emotion â a palatable sensation of knowing.
Congratulations to all who entered the 2014 NIE Pet Calendar Contest. With help from the entrants and those who voted in the contest this summer, we were able to raise more than $9,100 to support the Saline Courierâs Newspapers In Education program.
It took a long time, but I finally forgave Freddy and Brenda Burton for introducing me to the movie "My Dog Skip."
I hadn't read the promotional material about the film at that time and had thought it would be a nice little movie about a family and its special pet.
I understood it was based in a Southern setting during an earlier, simpler time and it all sounded so appealing. The pictures I had seen in ads portrayed a dog that resembled Bobbie, the rat terrier that had been my constant companion until she died when I was in fourth grade.
Growing up in the simpler times of Bentonâs â50s and â60s meant a fairly limited repertoire of activities for the kids.
By âkidsâ I encompass a fairly wide age group including high-grade elementary through high school. Last week, we reminisced about how much the pool meant to us because it was a place to cool off and also be âseenâ by oneâs peers.
There was another place which offered more or less year-round fun except that instead of staying cool, everyone wanted to âlookâ cool and also be noticed: the skating rink.
Birthdays mean different things to different people.
Remember how excited you'd be as a kid to know a birthday was coming up and you'd be anticipating presents and parties and such?
I was such a naive child that I didn't realize many children didn't have those niceties, and thankfully with many more birthdays that followed, I wised up and realized there truly is more joy to giving to others than getting for oneself.