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  • Stop this cycle, I want to get off

    More than a dozen years ago, I performed in the community theatre's production of "Dearly Departed", a campy tale of a Southern dysfunctional family attending the wake and funeral of patriarch Bud Turpin.

    There are many classic lines from the show, but the one that has kept playing in my head for the last month is delinquent Royce saying to his financially ruined uncle, "You know, Junior, life's a circle."

  • Christmas then and now

    Christmas will be quiet at Ten Broeck Manor this year. Tom and I will celebrate at home, most likely with just our furry companions, a hot meal and perhaps an adult beverage.

    Next week, after the paper is finished I will head to Georgia to spend Christmas with my children and Tom will venture to his sisters' on the East Coast. Because of his most recent back surgery, he can't travel the almost-eight hours up north so he'll FaceTime with the granddaughters when they open presents.

  • I challenge you, Williston

    My first intention was to write an editorial – an opinion from the newspaper's standpoint. I then realized the topic is too personal and I couldn't do it justice in a newspaper editorial.

    That's when I decided to make it my opinion – just mine – that of Carolyn Ten Broeck.

    It's not one of my typical "Slice of Life" pieces about my rather atypical life.

    This is cut and dried and to the point. And it's personal. Deeply personal.

  • What's in a name?

    The editor of my first newspaper had been an assistant editor for over 34 years by the time I entered her newsroom.

    Over the course of the four years I worked under her as a reporter, I learned many, many things about life in a small town weekly newspaper. Perhaps the most singlehanded important tidbit has proven tried and true for almost 30 years: don’t get the name wrong.

    “People will forgive you for errors,” she told me, “but it’s hard for them to forgive you when you mess up their name.”

  • Much ado about sleep

    When I tell you I don’t sleep, I am not bragging. Nor am I complaining. I’m just stating a fact. And perhaps looking for some sympathy or justification on why I look so bad.

    I once was a sleeper.

    Decades ago, I could sleep until noon or later any given day of the week. Of course, that was when I really was a night owl and wasn’t getting into bed until the wee hours of the morning.

    That’s all changed now. I can go to sleep at 3 a.m. and in two to three hours, I am wide-eyed and ready to start my day.

  • Harvey Weinstein and me

    When the first accusation against movie producer Harvey Weinstein came out, I wasn't too shocked.

    Most of us have grown up with the stereotyped "casting couch" portrayal of Hollywood.

    Over the years, usually after some bigwig mogul has died, we hear the tales but then it's too late to confront the alleged abuser.

    Bill Cosby has been an exception to that rule. And now Harvey Weinstein.

  • The Pioneer Woman

    I’m accustomed to power outages.

    In February 1985 while living in the Kentucky mountains, a freak storm dumped 18 inches of snow in a short time and paralyzed the entire region.

    Not only was driving a risk, I was a young mother with a two-year-old, a two-month-old baby and no electricity.

    Our house was drafty on a good day and with an infant, I had to evacuate my home in order to keep the babies warm.

  • Let it be told

    By DROLLENE BROWN

    The story of Goethe Forest is, in large part, the story of a man. He was of German descent, but his family had Anglicized (or maybe Floridized) the name, pronouncing it Go-thee, with a soft th.

     One of the first stories I heard about the old man when I moved to Levy County in 1994 was regarding one of his eccentricities. He often went to a local restaurant for breakfast in his pajamas.

  • Let it be told

    I have recently been watching a series on Netflix titled The Great British Baking Show. It goes on for many seasons, but for some strange reason I find I am watching it in reverse order. Season 4, then Season 3, Season 2, Season 1.

    It is a contest in which people compete to bake things to a certain specification within a time frame. Sometimes there are restrictions—you cannot use flour, or you have only two hours, or there must be two dozen samples baked.

  • Let it be told

    By MIGNON CRAIG

    Undocumented immigrants are part of my heritage. And they might be part of yours, too.

    Until 1924, all immigrants were undocumented. Some were turned away at Ellis Island, but if they were healthy and would not be a financial burden to the U.S., they were allowed in.

    My parents include a father who was a first generation Lithuanian-American Catholic and a Methodist mother who was eligible for the Daughters of the American Revolution (as well as Confederacy), so I learned to look at history from many sides.