With Mother’s Day fresh on my mind, allow me to share with you some important things my mother taught me. Maybe after reading this, you’ll think of some things your mom taught you.
Here’s a Bluffton fish story you’ve not heard, but if you are old enough, you’ve witnessed.
While in my backyard on Sunday afternoon, I’m convinced I heard Arden Baker’s distinctive voice speaking over a World War II-era PA system. The voice came from the direction of the Buckeye.
Anyone who knows Arden’s voice identifies it immediately. That PA system he spoke into, the loudest in Bluffton, is stored on the second floor of the town hall – maybe the third.
In the meantime, we are shoveling snow from our driveways and sidewalks. We are canceling events and wondering if winter will end.
Here's a photo essay of what we hope is winter's last blast in Bluffton. The photos offer a combination nasty winter photos plus an artistic look at winter. The photos were taken during the height of the March 12 snow.
Please give the photo collection a moment to open.
Yes, I remember, it happened in our town.
Almost everything I remember from those long years ago
happened in our town. There was no other place to be.
No other place to go. We were always there. Stuck you might say.
And so the word got out. The circus was coming to town,
And tomorrow would be the day.
But they were here already, setting up at the edge of town
In the empty field on Vance Street.
