Waynedale Leisure & Entertainment

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The sun has struggled all morning to break through the overcast sky, and is now shining down from a blue sky studded with a few drifting white clouds. A light breeze has sprung up, riffling the yellowing leaves on the trees and swaying the hanging pots of petunias. They have bloomed faithfully all summer, but now are slowly dwindling away.

Summers' end brings death to the flower gardens, while the potted plants and flowers are due to be transported inside. Gardens are mostly finished, with the...

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Tom and Dot’s 50th wedding anniversary wall hanging made from a wedding ring block.

It has been said that every love story ends in tragedy because at some point one half of a loving couple buries the other.

Such a love story came to an end when my Aunt Dot died suddenly following a brief illness.

Wife to Tom Burtch, mother to six children, fifteen grandchildren and three great-grands Dot was the epitome of the wife of noble character as described in Proverbs 31: 10-31.

It begins "A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. Her husband has full...

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It comes to us slowly and delicately, as all beautiful things should. It's usually in the early morning. We can smell it. We can feel it. That little nip that teases us ... autumn. Almost autumn.

Summer is heat and work and sweat and cold drinks of water and swimming and barbecues. But autumn is Fall ... the pinnacle. This is when people have the county and state fairs, because the vegetables and animals are at their peak and ready to show. The heat drove some of us into the house this...

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By Shannon Georgia Schaubroeck
The summer days are fading, as they must
From endless hours to short and fleeting light
The bird's once bright, immortal tune, now cries
A melancholy aura to the dusk.
The children fiercely climb, and dream, and race
Before their wild and unchained days depart.
And yet, beneath the zeal lies a half heart
For there isn't time, there's only enough space.
The sun seems low, a hazy orange sphere
Now reminiscing sweetly of the days
When endlessly before you summer lay
And as in...

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Department of Weights and Measures Inspector David Sorlie jots down notes on the Measuregraph to send to the State Weights and Measures Department.

About a month ago my mother calls to tell me she and my brother Bill are coming up from Indianapolis for a visit. We have a nice chat and she also mentions the old garden/tool shed built back in the 1960s was on its last leg and they were having it torn down and replaced. So she's been busy pulling items out of it when she calls to tell me, "I found something in the shed I think you might like." After we hang up I begin to wonder what in the world could she have found in a tool shed that would...

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I grew up with a lot of religious rules. To violate these rules was to subject oneself to the judgment of God. If you had a fundamentalist upbringing, you may be familiar with some of these restrictions. No drinking, no smoking, no dancing, no playing cards or going to the movies, no mixed-bathing (a prospect that intrigued my teenage mind), no Sabbath-breaking (though we did not actually gather on the Sabbath), and absolutely no questioning of religious authority.

Religious authority was...

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