One of the earliest memories as a student at East Side Elementary School in Benton (now named for my principal, Angie Grant) was being told how we could protect ourselves in case of an atomic bomb blast. The old â€śduck and coverâ€ť jingle still resounds in my head as well as remembering how we were expected to hunker under our desks and get into a little ball.
Later, we learned in the event of a tornado bearing down on our school we should rush to the hallway and assume the same position, but â€śhold onto the wallâ€ť and we would all be safe.
And they named the baby John ... Marsha ... Billy ... Joan ... Henry ... Ellen ...
Whatever moniker is chosen, it sets the tone for the rest of the child's life. And unless drastic measures are taken, it's as permanent as the color of one's eyes.
Some people love their names; others hate them. Most parents put some thought into the naming process, but I have to wonder sometimes whatever could they have been thinking when I come across something that surely has caused the kid grief throughout a lifetime.
First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt is credited with having this to say about housework: "Personally, I never devote more than 15 minutes a day to it."
I consider the statement a mark of her intelligence and am surprised that she actually would have spent even that much time on such menial activity.
Few people choose housework as a form of recreation. One notable exception would have been my late mother who in her prime could get absolutely exhilarated anything that0 needed the spit-and-polish treatment.
The Saline Courier is planning a special section in June, to be written by you.
A Day In the Life is a unique addition to the Courierâ€™s Sunday edition and will chronicle a typical June day in Saline County through the eyes of our readers. We have selected Friday, June 7, to essentially watch, learn, listen and chronicle the comings and goings of Saline County.
The photo-sharing phenomenon that is sweeping smart phones across the nation allows users to share a photo that will essentially "self-destruct" in a given amount of time, only to disappear from the electronic world forever.
Or does it?
Snapchat is a photo-sharing app that allows you to take a picture, send that picture to another Snapchat user and after a certain amount of time chosen by the sender, the photo is deleted and the receiver can no longer see the photo.
A gentle smile and a friendly "My, me! Come see me!" Eyes that invited you to sit a spell. A soul lit from within that shared its glow with all who came into contact with it. A heart as big as all outdoors. A love of people that drew no distinction between family or friend. A faith that never waivered or doubted.
A wife. A sister. An aunt. A mother, grandmother and great-grandmother.
Words fail to adequately describe my mother, Roberta Davis.
When it's a baby, all of the "firsts" are exciting. There's the first smile, the first word, the first tooth, the first step.
It's a world of unfolding miracles. Each day is surpassed only by the one yet to come.
Then there is the other side of the picture â€” the rite of passage no one chooses â€” the one that brings the firsts you never wanted.
There's the first birthday without the one who was loved most; the first Father's Day; the first Thanksgiving; the first Christmas; the first Easter; and â€” the hardest of all â€” the first anniversary of the person's death.
Have you ever seen a belt line? They donâ€™t exist anymore, but when I was kid, our schoolâ€™s FFA chapter made the belt line part of its initiation process. Freshmen who wanted to join FFA had to learn the creed and recite it before being accepted into the chapter. Those who failed to learn the creed had a choice: Run the belt line, or wash out.
It's all about kindness.
That's at the very heart of my favorite national observance: Be Kind to Animals Week.
First off, from my point of view, the objective of this event should be that there never should be any need to have such a focus. It's a common-sense, common-decency thing.
Being kind to all of God's creatures should be second nature. Every day. Every minute of every day. On and on, ad infinitum.
Unfortunately, this utopia-like existence for those without speech isn't a reality, but many strides have been made in the movement.
â€śHow would you know? Youâ€™re too young!â€ť Just one of the many responses todayâ€™s youth get when we try to voice our opinion on an issue. It seems a growing amount of younger American citizens are putting the â€śtwo centsâ€ť into the debates happening around our country.
As a fellow American youth, I can vouch for the claim that todayâ€™s generation is very opinionated. However, there are many times when adults or even older teens reject our input because of our age.
Curiosity led me to conduct a survey within my high school. The first question was, â€śDo you know what liberal and conservative are?â€ť