https://www.willistonpioneer.com/todaysopinions/rss.xml en Let it be told https://www.willistonpioneer.com/content/let-it-be-told-9 <img src="https://www.willistonpioneer.com/sites/www.willistonpioneer.com/files/imagecache/thumb85/drollenes_new_hairstyle.jpg" alt=" Drollene Brown is a writer/editor who has lived in the area for 25 years" title=" Drollene Brown is a writer/editor who has lived in the area for 25 years" align="left" hspace="6" /><p class="p5"> <strong>By DROLLENE BROWN<br /> </strong></p> <p class="p5"> 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.</p> <p class="p5"> &nbsp;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.</p> Let it be told https://www.willistonpioneer.com/content/let-it-be-told-8 <img src="https://www.willistonpioneer.com/sites/www.willistonpioneer.com/files/imagecache/thumb85/vogt_2.jpg" alt="Sue Vogt lives in Williston and is retired from working in social services." title="Sue Vogt lives in Williston and is retired from working in social services." align="left" hspace="6" /><p> 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.</p> <p> It is a contest in which people compete to bake things to a certain specification within a time frame. Sometimes there are restrictions&mdash;you cannot use flour, or you have only two hours, or there must be two dozen samples baked.</p> People do exactly what they want to do https://www.willistonpioneer.com/content/people-do-exactly-what-they-want-do <img src="https://www.willistonpioneer.com/sites/www.willistonpioneer.com/files/imagecache/thumb85/caro_mug_garth_3.jpg" alt="Williston Pioneer editor Carolyn Ten Broeck may not have time to exercise or clean, but she always has time to read." title="Williston Pioneer editor Carolyn Ten Broeck may not have time to exercise or clean, but she always has time to read." align="left" hspace="6" width="59" height="85" /><p> I am a voracious reader &ndash; always have been &ndash; and no matter what is going on in my life, I manage to read something every single day.</p> <p> Granted I am not reading anything deep or profound. I read escapism fiction. Depending on my mood, I could be solving cozy mysteries in a bakery in a small beachside town, or gallivanting off to the 16th century with a Scottish laird. Occasionally I stay in modern times reading about families more dysfunctional than my own.</p> Let it be told https://www.willistonpioneer.com/content/let-it-be-told-7 <img src="https://www.willistonpioneer.com/sites/www.willistonpioneer.com/files/imagecache/thumb85/mignon_0.jpg" alt="Mignon Craig" title="Mignon Craig" align="left" hspace="6" /><p> <strong>By MIGNON CRAIG<br /> </strong></p> <p> Undocumented immigrants are part of my heritage. And they might be part of yours, too.</p> <p> 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.</p> <p> 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.</p> Let it be told https://www.willistonpioneer.com/content/let-it-be-told-6 <img src="https://www.willistonpioneer.com/sites/www.willistonpioneer.com/files/imagecache/thumb85/kim_wheeler_2.jpg" alt="Kim Wheeler" title="Kim Wheeler" align="left" hspace="6" /><p> BY KIM WHEELER</p> <p> Last year my husband and I saw giant solar farms in Texas and wind turbines in Iowa and Illinois. We met many years ago while working for Del Monte in Illinois. He taught me how to drive a tractor with a pea combine.</p> <p> That&rsquo;s another story. On our road trip last summer, we decided to take a detour and see our old stomping grounds.</p> <p> The farms were expansive. The fields well-tended and the roadsides clean. It felt good to return. Then across the horizon, we saw the wind turbines: tall, white and majestic.</p> Staying one step ahead of chaos https://www.willistonpioneer.com/content/staying-one-step-ahead-chaos <img src="https://www.willistonpioneer.com/sites/www.willistonpioneer.com/files/imagecache/thumb85/caro_mug_garth_2.jpg" alt="Carolyn Ten Broeck is celebrating her 10th year as editor of the Williston Pioneer." title="Carolyn Ten Broeck is celebrating her 10th year as editor of the Williston Pioneer." align="left" hspace="6" /><p> In the weekly newspaper business there are certain times of the year reporters and editors dread more than others. The end of the school year is such a time.</p> <p> There are so many activities going on simultaneously, especially in smaller towns with multiple schools, that even when newspapers had larger staffs, it was difficult to keep up with everything.</p> <p> Imagine what I go through here in Williston.</p> 140 years and counting https://www.willistonpioneer.com/content/140-years-and-counting <p> In 1976 newspaperman Jack Holland wrote that newspapers are the daily journals of a community&#39;s activities.</p> <p> For the last 140 years this newspaper, through a succession of name changes, owners and locations has strived to be the best journal of its kind, keeping readers informed about the things that matter most to them.</p> <p> While The Telegraph was the first newspaper of record in Levy County, finding its mark in January 1860 on Cedar Key, it wasn&#39;t long until our forebear The Levy County Times was founded in Bronson.</p> One nation https://www.willistonpioneer.com/content/one-nation <img src="https://www.willistonpioneer.com/sites/www.willistonpioneer.com/files/imagecache/thumb85/vogt_1.jpg" alt="Sue Vogt" title="Sue Vogt" align="left" hspace="6" /><p> <strong>By Sue Vogt<br /> </strong></p> <p> <em>Guest Columnist<br /> </em></p> <p> I remember kindergarten: sitting in a circle playing percussion instruments, getting our smocks out of our cubbies so we could paint, being told not to eat paste.</p> <p> My teacher, Miss Doxsee, tall, curly hair fixed on the top of her head, was quite nice but seemed old and mysterious. She was probably in her early twenties. How perspective changes with time.</p> <p> The room smelled of paint, wooden toys, paper. America was fresh and new.</p>