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My Farewell Column
I've been writing this column for 31 years. So I've decided it's time to take down my shingle. This will be my last From These Hills column for the Clay County Times-Democrat. When I started writing the weekly column, the Piggott and Rector papers had not combined...
That Confounded Dog
Peggy has announced she intends to retire, and her final farewell column will appear in the April 22 edition. This week features one of her earliest columns, which ran March 14, 1984. Some people are fanatics about their pets. They actually treat them like members of the family...
Those Amusing Cats
I don't like cats. Well, that isn't true. I do like cats but I like dogs better. You can talk to a dog and it knows what you're saying. A cat just looks at you and walks away, aloof. A cat will trip you by rubbing against your legs or winding itself between your ankles. Or walking slow motion in front of you...
An Easter Story
This is a true story. It was Eastertime a long time ago. A young woman lay in a hospital bed, very tired and emotionally spent after giving birth to a baby girl. She was alone, far from her hometown and relatives. Her husband wasn't there either. He had driven to their hometown to bring one of the relatives for a visit...
Ways to Communicate
Technology is becoming a substitute for face to face talk; makes it easy for us to NOT talk. I like e-mail. I use it to stay in contact with my son and my daughter most nights. But it is not a substitute for face to face interaction. Or hearing their voices over the telephone...
The Good Samaritans
The snow is gone but the recent March snow will be remembered for a long time. Area schools were dismissed for a week and churches also canceled services. Children had fun building snowmen or sledding, having snowball fights, enjoying the deep snow that held some people snowbound for days...
Making Snow Ice Cream
I daresay that many of the Clay County Times-Democrat readers have never made snow ice cream. When I was a little girl, after the first big snow my parents would treat us to homemade snow ice cream. I remember my dad going outside with a large bowl or pan and gathering clean snow; a full pan...
Best of Peggy, "Where Did Mary Go?"
Peggy is taking this week off, so we share one of her "Best of Peggy" columns from March of 2012. While visiting my daughter's third grade classroom last week, I was introduced to her students. I noticed there were no Billy's or Bobby's or Mary's or Peggy's or Judy's or Betty's...
Thank Goodness for Commercials
Archie Bunker said TV commercials are the way people learn things. How would women know what to do with those feminine products? Or what cereal to buy? Or what shampoo to use for silkier hair? Without commercials we'd miss out on all those two for one bargains, like the magic leg brace that fixes back problems, or those copper studded gloves that are "so cute" you can wear them anywhere. It's true that commercials are informative, educational, and repetitive...
Two Great Presidents
You can know a man by the pets he keeps. That really isn't a famous saying, It's just something I made up. But the kind of pets we keep do tell something about us. This column will deal with the pets of two of our past presidents. Since we have just recognized Presidents Day honoring Abraham Lincoln and also George Washington, I've decided to zero in on their pets...
A Valentine Message
She was hopping mad. He had forgotten their anniversary; no present, no acknowledgement. They had been married some 35 odd years. So she confronted him. He was contrite. So he went out into his workshop and found an old Valentine's Day card and presented it to her...
A Short Life, Well Lived
There are many ways to evaluate or judge a solitary life, but there is no question that we often are way off base in what could be called the essential metrics. Ryan Rogers, 11-year reporter and sports editor for the Clay County Times-Democrat, was indeed very successful in what may be termed the traditional standards of measurement. ...
Men Are Different
Man is an enigma, too. I was married to one for 35 years. He never totally understood me, nor I him. But, as the story goes, after several years of marriage, we became as one. We could almost read each other's thoughts. He could finish a sentence that I had started...