For more information about "Bluffton Anthology" click here. Rudi Steiner remembers Bluffton in the 1950s – The 1950s were dangerous times for kids growing up in Bluffton.
We grew up in homes and went to school in buildings painted with lead paint and floors covered with asbestos tiles. The air we breathed was filled with smoke from houses heated by Little Joe, Black Star, Jewel and Pocahontas lump coal.
For more information about "Bluffton Anthology" click here. Column about Don Schweingruber – How can a guy from a place called Zelienople have so many friends in a place called Bluffton?
That guy, let’s call him “The Donald” – he would have thought it funny – showed up here about the time Nixon was in the White House.
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Portion of a column on Gregg Luginbuhl - A little sports explanation. Gregg played basketball with the artistic ability that he threw pottery.
Point in fact: he had natural athletic ability. He could dribble a basketball in the middle of a crowd and escape with ball in hand. Try it. You’ll probably fail. He didn’t.
For more information about "Bluffton Anthology" click here Dave Essinger shares his experience walking in the Bluffton University Nature Preserve: Winter Liminal - No one knows I am here.
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Rick Emmert writes:
In the fall of 1964, I was a lowly freshman in high school playing saxophone in Miss Souder’s marching band, the product of her initiative from the previous year, which we affectionately called “sax lessons” to train some of the clarinet players to play saxophone during the fall marching band season to give the band a stronger sound.
