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Opinion

  • The cooking and baking of Christmas all invokes poignant memories of holidays past, but none more so than stirring the fudge.

    To ensure perfect fudge, you have to stir constantly, work rapidly and keep an eye on the timer if you don’t have a candy thermometer.

    Sunday, as I stirred and stirred and stirred, I was taken back to my mother standing over a coal burning stove making Christmas treats. It became more difficult for her to do as the years rolled on due to a upper spine problem that caused her hands to go numb, but she did it anyway.

  • For me, I think the most memorable Christmas was in about 1984 or 1985. I had two brothers in the U.S. Marines at that time. They were both stationed overseas. My mom was so upset because it would be the first time ever that she didn’t have all six of her kids home.

    She tried to hide it, but me being the youngest, I could tell that there was something wrong. My mom would just sit and cry. When I asked her what was wrong, she would just say “ Nothing baby girl. I’m OK.”

  • Last month you read my complaints about drawers—the wearable kind—that won’t droop the way I like and the fact that this nation now imports 95 per cent of all clothing available in our stores. I closed with this:

    We are a nation of consumers—but we are not rational about how and what we buy. When we started importing goods with the excuse that they’re more “affordable,” we also started the death process of everything “made in the U.S.A.”

  • I’ve never really thought of myself as a revolutionary leader, but the time has come to create my own army.

    My army will not invade other countries, even if we create plenty of reasons to do so. My army will not have basic training and we will not prop up an industrial complex.

    Instead, we will eat meat. The meat will be beef. And the beef will be cooked.

    On this day, I stand before mankind and shake my fist defiantly in the air and shout that I shall eat no more rare beef!

  • Chris Festo’s recent column about his experiences at Toys ‘R’ Us brought back memories about Christmas when I was a child. It’s a very long time ago.

    Hearken back, those of you who can, to the early 1950’s. I was nine and my sister Kathy, five. (We were born on each side of WWII). On Dec. 23, Daddy’s birthday, he put up the tree (a real one) and the lights, and then we decorated it. Traditional tree balls, special ornaments, and tinsel, one strand at a time (I’ve always hated tinsel).

  • Ah, the holidays. the food, the family. the friends, the fighting. Wait. What?

    I went to the Toys R Us in Gainesville this past Thursday as their sales started at midnight, thinking that I would rather stay up late than get up early.

    I left the house around 10 p.m. and arrived at about 10:30. I was actually shocked by the line that was already there. I was standing about 100 yards from the entrance to the store, and within about 10 minutes there were about 20 people added behind me.

  • Someone once said that you can please some of the people all of the time and all of the people some of the time, but you can't please all of the people all of the time, and a newspaper pretty much lives by that phrase.

    With three months under my belt here at the Pioneer, I am still seeking ways, ideas and suggestions on how to make the paper reader-friendly and filled with a little something for everyone.

  • To the editor:

    On Wednesday, Oct. 28, I was returning from Tampa on I-75. As I neared mile marker 345, I watched a blue SUV strike the guardrail in the opposite lane, and overturn. I watched an object fly from the SUV so I called 911 and I stopped to assist. The object that was ejected turned out to be the young female driver. She had no pulse and was unresponsive to first aid.

  • To the editor:

    Are there people who live in Williston who don’t know we have a county dump for trash and garbage?

    Last week we had a slaughtered(back strap removed) wild hog left in the middle of our dirt road to rot and today a sofa, tires, buckets and other household items.

    Further down the  road we have a large pile of dirt that has been dumped that the county will not spread out when they grade.

  • The latest suggested post on Facebook is for the days leading up to Thanksgiving to post something you are thankful for as your status.

    We’re not Facebook at the Williston Pioneer, but we do want to know what you are thankful for this Thanksgiving–and every day.

    We are inviting readers to submit their attitude of grateful hearts for inclusion in our Thanksgiving issue that publishes Nov. 25.

    In 50 words or less, tell us what you appreciate.

  • Back in August, I was loading up my backpack for a three-week hike along the North Country National Scenic Trail and discovered my stash of unmentionables a bit shy. So I picked up a packet of ladies’ briefs on my next shopping excursion. I brought them home, ripped open the pack, and let loose a wailing, “Oh, no!” I checked the packaging: my usual brand; my usual size; but they looked wrong. I tried on a pair only to find that they wouldn’t go all the way on without more than a little shimmy action on my part.

  • To the editor:

    We are writing this to share with Levy County what a wonderful tribute to military service personnel of all branches both past and present we had the pleasure of attending.  This took place on Monday evening, Nov. 9, at our local Williston Elementary School. 

    We were invited by our niece, Sarah Smith who attends the fifth grade at WES. 

    She and her fellow classmates performed the combination musical/drama led by the first year music teacher, Carrie Olson and assisted by various other faculty. 

  • To the editor:

    Well, I guess we seniors can all be proud of the organization that is supposed to help us, huh?

    They are now helping us with their endorsement of OBAMACARE, isn’t that wonderful?

    Do they now want to control us also? Are you ready to give up your freedom, your liberty? Wasn’t this the reason our great country was founded?

  • “I have suffered the consequences;” “I apologize for what I did to the school;” and “I’m sorry for what I did.” These three phrases are quoted from the forced apologies given by three teenage girls a couple of weeks ago in front of more than 600 students during lunchtime at Bronson Middle High School. In June, the girls vandalized the campus, writing on walls with permanent marker the last day of school.

  • The nation will observe Veterans Day next week, amid what seems to be an increasing movement to honor and respect those who serve and have served in America’s military.

    With Central Florida being home to many veterans, in many communities we have the opportunity to get together with other residents to honor these veterans Wednesday, Nov. 11 at various events.

  • We are the source of all their wealth. They are the corporate elite, the collective proprietors of the company store who have raised themselves, by the sweat of our toil, to a position of unimaginable power and prosperity. They are the plunderers of resources, of lives and of dreams. While only one percent of the population, they have amassed 90 percent of the loot.

  • It’s no secret. Times are tough for local businesses. While the national and state news continues to broadcast concerns of a faltering economy, you really don’t even have to tune in to know that.

    All you have to do is take a walk down just about any main street.

    From your favorite pizzeria to your local hair salon, businesses are feeling the pinch of a weakened economy. People just aren’t eating out as often as they did. They’re going longer between haircuts. Many people are squeezing every cent that they can from their dollars.

  • Recently your paper ran an article by Andrea Rumbaugh about local farming practices and the environment. The basic concern was whether farmers contribute to environmental degradation with their use of chemical fertilizers and water use. These are good issues to bring before the public.

  • To the editor:

    Re: Letter to the editor

    Foolish Pleasure did not win the 100th Derby–Cannonade did and I should know.

    I took him to the post.

    Marline Berthault

    Hidden Hollow

    Ocala

  • Disability is something most people do not like to think about. But the unfortunate reality is this: the chances that you will become disabled are probably far greater than you realize. Studies show that a 20-year-old worker has a three in 10 chance of becoming disabled before reaching retirement age.