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Robert Kreider reflects on a day once called "Armistice Day"

By Robert Kreider

We called it "Armistice Day."

I recall as a schoolboy in the late twenties on Armistice Day at 11:00 a.m. being instructed by Miss Biederman (and the next year by Miss Steiner) to lay my head down on my desk in remembrance of those who died eight to ten years before in the World War--no WWII then on the horizon.

There was the school janitor, Mr. Potee, and his brother with war disabilities to remind us of veterans. I had just outgrown a khaki wool suit which my mother had made from an army uniform a neighbor gave her.

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92 years ago today in Bluffton

Nov. 11, 1918, Bluffton, Ohio

To read Robert Kreider's reflections on "Armistice Day" click here.

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A word about the Nov. 11, 1918, photo.

This snapshot was taken by my uncle, William Hahn. It was taken on Nov. 11, 1918, at the announcement of the end of the Great War, which we call World War I.

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1,272 total views of the deer "breaking news" story

The old adage "Sex, UFOs and Elvis" sells news better than anything, was proven wrong on Nov. 5 in Bluffton.

When a 6-buck decided to explore the inside of Luke's Bar and Grill on Main Street, it was like sex-ufos-elvis all rolled into one. As a result The Bluffton Icon had it highest-ever single view day.

After the clock struck 12 on the 5th here's the results:

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Iconoclast view: A gringa in a Tica's world

Bluffton University student Christine Amstutz, granddaughter of Mary Amstutz of Bluffton, recently returned from an 11-day trip to Nicaragua. To view her impressions of her trip and photos taken, click here to go to her blog.

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The Bluffton Icon: A rare medium that's well-done...thoughts on our first anniversary

By Mary Pannabecker Steiner

In the nearly 30 years that we've been married, we haven't taken many risks, except for buying three houses and having two children. For the most part, we're cautious -- probably overcautious -- he more than I. Blame that on the fact that I'm the only girl in a family of four older brothers -- they taught me to do things that our parents never knew about until after the fact.

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Confessions of a retired BHS marching band trombonist

By Fred Steiner, one-time trombone player in the BHS marching band

There I was, minding my own business, on the goal line at Harmon Field on Friday night.

Suddenly the drum major ("field commander" is not in my vocabulary) blasted three of four times on the whistle. The next thing I knew I was marching out on the field with the BHS marching band.

It was my first venture on the field in 43 football seasons. That's so long ago that Elida, Ottawa-Glandorf and Bath were on the schedule the last time I looked.

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