A Little Snow for a Lot of Christmas Spirit

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December 9, 1964. Jocie Brooke here reporting from Holly County. We have snow. Not much, but a little. I took this picture at Mr. Reynolds’ farm down the road. Dad says he might use it in the Banner next week. Maybe that will get everybody in the Christmas spirit – finally. I just don’t understand why grown-ups are always saying Christmas comes …

Gifts that Missed the Mark

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Millions of gifts will be exchanged this Christmas and while most of them will be greeted with real delight, others will cause little more than stunned silence. Not because the gift is good, but because it’s so bad, words won’t come. It’s the thought that counts as the saying goes, but it is good to know that somebody was thinking! …

The Best Gifts are from the Heart

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“The greatest gift is a portion of yourself.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson I sent out my newsletter last Sunday letting my reading friends know about my Christmas giveaway contest and then I posted it here on Sunday night and the entries are rolling in. For fun, I asked you to share stories of the best or worst gift you have given …

Mistletoe and Kissing

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December 2, 1964 Jocie Brooke reporting from Hollyhill. It’s December. That means Christmas isn’t too far away. I love Christmas. I love getting gifts. I like giving gifts, but that giving is harder than the getting. That’s because I don’t have any money or at least not enough to buy something for Dad and Tabitha and Aunt Love. Wes and …

Christmas – a Time for Giving

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Christmas is not so much about opening our presents as opening our hearts. ~Janice Maeditere It’s December. Already. How does it get here so quickly? It didn’t used to be that way. Do you remember when you were a kid and Christmas Eve seemed like it was three days long? We always had a Christmas dinner and presents at my …

Words – A Reason for Thanksgiving

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Words  “Words are only postage stamps delivering the object for you to unwrap.” ~George Bernard Shaw Since I let Wednesday slip away without posting last night, I’m writing this early on Thanksgiving morning. So of course, it is about being thankful. I have so many blessings to count, that I could write them down all day and then nobody would …

One Year Later – Remembering President Kennedy

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November 25, 1964 Jocie Brooke reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky. It’s been a sad week here in Hollyhill as everybody was remembering the assassination this time last year. Dad put this picture on the front page of the Hollyhill Banner. There was regular news, but it didn’t seem to matter than much this week. Or even that basketball season is about …

The Saddest Disease – Dementia

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“I want to go home.” That’s my mother’s constant desire these days as her dementia continues to worsen. She’s not talking about heaven as some people might think. She’s quick to say she’s not ready to move up to heaven just yet. Most of the time, the home she’s talking about is her mother’s home where she grew up. This is a …