Waynedale Leisure & Entertainment

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For our family vacation this year, my husband, and our 6-year-old son, Isaac, and I loaded into the car and made a seven-day journey from our home in Fort Wayne, IN to the eastern part of the U.S. We went to eight places in seven days; we saw history first hand in Gettysberg, Antietam, Ford's Theater, Mount Vernon, Monticello, and more.

After leaving Mount Vernon, President Washington's home, we headed to Thomas Jefferson's home, Monticello, which was the final destination in the "history...

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When my office phone rang, I answered it to find the chairman of the C.I.S. (Computer Information Systems) department on the other end of the line. He was very upset. "You tell your students to stop it!"

"To stop what?" I asked.

"Just tell them to stop it!" he said angrily, ignoring my question. "And to stop it now!"

He then hung up the phone before I could say anything else.
My own department was both math and computer science. I headed the computer science end of it in addition to my...

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For years now, Herb Collins has been helping Santa by donning the red and the beard and the tassels and waving to passing cars on Christmas Eve out at the Old Fort Road crossing. He takes a bag of candy along, in case anyone cares to stop, and he also takes his daughter Cindy along, because she's always been his head elf. Cindy's grown now and has helpers of her own, but this has been a daddy/daughter event for a long time and neither sees any reason to quit.

He had done it a few years and was...

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Marking the birthday of a man who Bing Crosby called, "the beginning and the end of music in America." Born in the sweltering heat of a New Orleans' August, the grandson of former slaves, and suffering abject poverty, that man was Louis Armstrong.

It was starvation that drove young Louis to the streets where he learned to sing, scat, and play trumpet, all to earn a few pennies each day to feed his hunger and stay alive. From those hardened streets he rose by the sheer weight of his talent...

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Buttermilk clouds riffle across the wide expanse of the sky this morning, as another mild day unfolds in the hills. One of our sons complained this morning "it doesn't feel a bit like Christmas." It is true that we have had an extended fall season of warm weather, and with no snowflakes filling the air; it is hard to imagine that we are only a few days away from Christmas. Still, I am convinced that Christmas is all about memories anyway. My mind drifts back to a Christmas spent at an old...

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Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! This is my last column for 2014 and I find myself in a reflective mood as I recount the many blessings I received over the course of the past twelve months.

One of the biggest joys of quilt restoration work is seeing the look of amazement on the faces of the customers when they first see their restored quilt: Gaping holes left behind by puppy chews, worn bindings and tattered pieces of scrappy fabrics now replaced with vintage period fabrics so even...

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