Musings from the Hill 14/25
December 22, 2014
Many of us have special Christmas memories of times long gone: traditions passed down from generation to generation. It is a part of Christmas we should endeavor to continue —links to our past. I pass along this family tradition, the parody poem “T’was the Night Before Christmas” my mother Margaret van Haagen Howe wrote in 1955.
Musing, 12/11
December 9, 2014
Many remember that fatal day when our country was plunged into another great warThis was totally unexpected, Our warships lay in ruins and thousands of lives were lost with thousands more grievously wounded I cannot express the shock we felt as an entire nation No one seemed to be more astounded than Japanese-American citizens
Musings, 12-4
November 30, 2014
How quickly the days fly. When I was a child, I could barely wait for the day of all days. Even though we were knee-deep in the Great Depression, our mother managed to make the day special.
Musing 1127
November 24, 2014
Whatever happened to “over the river and though the woods to Grandmother’s house we go”? Has it been replaced by Black Friday and the pursuit of the big buck?
Musing 1120
November 18, 2014
This is the second try at this column, as I was unable to obtain the first version written from my lovely new abode in the friendly town of Baldwin City. Thank you to my daughter, Tricia, and the many gracious friends who so generously helped make my relocation possible
Musing 1113
November 10, 2014
One surety of life is change. Hopefully I shall return to my beloved hill when spring returns. Events beyond my control turned my life upside down, as happens to all of us eventuality. Musings will again come from my lovely newly restored home in the pleasant, well-run town of Baldwin City.
Musing 1106
November 4, 2014
A rare treat greeted my daughter Tricia and I when we visited Wells Overlook just west of Baldwin on C.R. 458. I had not been there for years. Tricia asked me why I had never suggested we stop there. Many long years ago I had been to the Overlook but what a change. A new sign ‘Wells Overlook’, replaced the old one which merely stated “Park.” I believe we used to call it Quantrill’s Overlook.
Musing 1030
October 28, 2014
How fondly we recall those Halloween days of long ago. When I was young our pranks were harmless. No destruction of property was permitted. We soaped a few windows, rang doorbells and quickly ran to hide in any nearby bushes. One trick I remember was sticking a nail through an empty spool of thread
Analysis: Gay marriage clouds Kansas governor race
October 12, 2014
The re-emergence of gay marriage as a hot legal issue nationally has complicated Democratic challenger Paul Davis’ bid in Kansas to unseat conservative Republican Gov. Sam Brownback.
October is bullying prevention month
September 29, 2014
October is Bullying Prevention Month. In the 2014 Kansas Communities That Care Survey, more than 13,000 Kansas students stated they were bullied between one and two times per week, and approximately 2,500 students disclosed being bullied each day. Nationwide, around 160,000 U.S. children stay home from school each day due to fear of attack or intimidation by other students (National Education Association).
Letter to the editor: No Wal-Mart in Baldwin
September 29, 2014
Had Wal-Mart’s recent proposal to build an Wal-Mart Express in Baldwin come to fruition, it would surely have altered the community appreciably.
Musings from the Hill 0828
August 25, 2014
As you know, Mom wanted me to write a column for her. I read what follows below to Mom and she agreed it was what she wanted to say in principle. Have I forgotten anything? Is there anything to add? I need to check name spellings. My mother, June Jewett, asked me to explain why she has missed some of her columns to her readers.
Baldwin City Community Fund board thankful for support
August 19, 2014
The Baldwin City community has been very generous to the Baldwin Community Emergency Fund Inc. On behalf of all those that we were able to help, we thank you!
Musing 0821
August 19, 2014
Have you ever hugged a tree? I often turned to my 100 yr. old oaks in my yard in Illinois in times of deep distress. The old oaks seemed to feel my deep need as I leaned on their silent strength.