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Columns

  • You are not alone

    Through the veneer of social media and facing the public with my involvement within the community, most people would never bat an eye of concern for my well-being.

    I have a loving relationship, a supportive family and employment that fulfills me.

    I wear many hats in my life: The friend who wants to make you laugh, the son who wants to make his mother proud, the partner who wants to support a dream, the volunteer who wants the most for the community, and the writer who wants to entertain and inform my community.

  • They're telling it but are you listening?

    Twenty years ago I worked for a newspaper owner who gauged the success of each of his papers by the number of letters to the editor that ran each week.

    If you're not holding letters because you have too many, he told editors, then you aren't doing something right.

  • Let it be told

    By Sue Vogt

    Guest Columnist

    We are all afraid of something.

    As a child, I was afraid of the dark. I was afraid of being home alone in a house that made noises. I was afraid that my mother, a widow, would die and leave me an orphan.

    The Cuban missile crisis happened when I was in secondary school. We had bomb scares. President Kennedy was assassinated. We were afraid of our country being attacked, of nuclear weapons, of violent disruption of the institutions of government.

  • What's in a decade?

    Ten years – 520 weeks – 3,650 days – more than 520 issues of the Williston Pioneer, scores of special sections like Christmas, football and graduation, and magazines.

    And let's not forget the hundreds of obituaries, legal notices and photographs.

    These have been my tasks since May 7, 2009 when I came to Williston, a novice on the goings-on of eastern Levy County.

    I knew only a handful of people well enough to converse and only a few more by reputation. I made it my business that first year to know your business and share it.

  • Let it be told

    My first best friend was a dog named Ikey, named by a great aunt who admired Gen. Dwight David Eisenhower.

    Ikey was a brindle terrier who loved chasing squirrels, but mostly he loved me. He listened when I was sad, and he sat quietly beside me when I needed someone close.

    We didn’t have a fence, and he roamed the neighborhood. I couldn’t understand when he didn’t come home one day; my parents hid the truth from me. The truth: a neighbor had poisoned him.

  • Let it be told

    By Mignon Craig

    Guest Columnist

     

    “To serve—not to be served” is the motto of our 48-year-old AARP Chapter #912.

    I’m a second generation chapter member. My parents were members and officers in the 1990s, and I joined in 2002.

    Two of our current members, Lena and Howard Brown, are mother and son. Another member is a distant cousin to one of the chapter founders in 1971, Marie Stanley. The other founders were Anetta Roosa, William Ryerson and James Sabo.

  • And I just slidddd

    Despite being a mountain girl with country roots, I am not much of a bluegrass or country music fan. Especially today's country music.

    I know names because I do watch TV and read, but to tell you one song that Blake Shelton or Luke Bryan sings – it can't be done.

    But when I learned more than six months ago that Garth Brooks was coming to Gainesville, I knew I had to be there. I've been a Garth fan since "If Tomorrow Never Comes" way back in 1989.

  • More than a building

    By Kaye Mikell

    WHS Class of 1966

    Though I missed the walk-through WHS on April 6, I would like to share these memories.

    To me, WHS was not only a building, but it was also like a house full of family, friends, fun, good times, awful times, wins, losses, As and Fs. Five days a week, seven hours a day for 12 years, and additional hours after school for practices, games, school events. That’s a lot of time to spend with teachers and classmates in one place.

  • Mama, thy name is Sloth

    I have the best in-laws.

    Jane, Tom's sister, is a year older than me and perhaps because we're so close in age we connected immediately. While we don't share history, we share the 70s and that in itself is bonding.

    About 18 months ago, Jane and her husband, Ken, moved to Wilbur by the Sea, an unincorporated hamlet south of Daytona.

    Except for a small marina/restaurant, there is nothing commercial in Wilbur. It's mostly retirees or people getting ready to retire.

  • The simple things

    I heard them off in the distance, the distinctive calls of the sandhill cranes. Circling overhead, the cranes came in and out of sight. Would they land in our back field? Would they continue farther east?

     Slowly, I’m learning when the bluebirds nest and the hummingbirds come. I’m fortunate to have a friend who cares about these signs of the seasons.

    “Don’t expect the hummingbirds before St. Patrick’s Day.”

    “The sulphur butterflies are the first to appear.”