A Look at Our Schools: What Schools Really Need

By Jason D. Henry

A long-standing American ideal is on life-support in Illinois and across the country.  No, it’s not the investment market, job creation or manufacturing productivity. But it impacts each of these and so much more of the American way of life that something must be done, and it must be addressed sooner rather than later.

The problem:  Local control of public schools in Illinois has almost become no more than a fond memory. Sadly, students, parents and communities are paying the price.

How did we get to this point?

The historical maze of the erosion of local control of schools is a complex, winding road full of obstacles, turns, hills and even some ditches.  The short version is this: Shortly after the 1983 report, “A Nation at Risk,” the federal government (which was never intended to control local public schools) began to dole out funding for special projects using a “carrot-and-stick” approach.

Schools and even entire states were given “free” money — the carrot — in exchange for certain assurances that regulated federal mandates would be implemented or else (the stick).  Local schools and states conformed to top-down, Washington-based initiatives in order to get the money.  Somewhere along this road, the mandated load that could initially be carried in the family car required an oversized semi-truck.

Fast-forward to today. This truck is far overweight, moves at lightning speed and often lacks the structural capacity to carry what was, at one time, simply a good idea.

In the early days, the “carrot-and-stick” approach to federal funding of public education was palatable to schools because schools needed the money and the mandates weren’t too intrusive.  Slowly, however, the value of the carrots has decreased while the pain of the sticks has dramatically increased.  In short, schools aren’t getting as many carrots, but are still saddled with a truck-load of sticks.

Today, top-down government intervention in Illinois public schools is not just a federal issue.  State government leaders of both political parties increasingly have embraced a similar approach, intervening to purportedly “fix” local public schools.  The price tag for the “fix” — what it really costs real people — is not wholly measured in dollars and cents.

To be sure, improving schools takes real money, but the state-prescribed “fixes” now in play in Illinois have been imposed at the expense of local control in a “we’re the government, we’re here to help, and we know what’s best for you” sort of way.

This kind of cost can’t be measured in any tangible way, but is readily evident in the now-more-frequent disenfranchised looks on people’s faces, the almost helpless tone of their voices and the general “going-through-the-motions” feeling that is creeping into school systems across the state and nation.  Yes, the local control of public schools is slowly dying, and people — real parents, teachers, principals and, most importantly, students — are suffering from this grievous community loss.

What’s the cure?

The good news is the loss of local control of public schools is not a terminal disease.  But the fight for survival is not much different than a long-term medical treatment because it will take time, be hard, and evoke all kinds of emotions in the process.

It will cause citizens, communities and the state to take a close look at our education system and legitimately decide what’s important — without outside influences like political action committees and self-serving power brokers.  We will have to listen to experts, ask questions, conduct research, and then decide what’s best for us as a community.

We may have to off-load our own overloaded truck in order to get our school houses in order to benefit  future generations.  We need to develop a meaningful education plan — a comprehensive approach to public schooling in Illinois — to guide us, something that’s remarkably absent in the State of Illinois.

Most of all, we need community members who are willing to partner with their local schools for the long haul to help transform the way we’re currently doing education business in Illinois.  We need relationships and partnerships that are forged in the common bond of re-thinking what we’re doing for (and, regrettably, to) children by allowing outsiders who don’t know our towns, farms, kids and values to heap mandate after mandate upon us.

We need steady resolve and a calm, common-sense approach to school improvement instead of blame-fixing, finger-pointing and second-guessing so that we can revive local control of schools instead of pulling the plug.

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Jason D. Henryis District Superintendent at Sesser-Valier Community Unit School District No. 196.  Mr. Henry can be reached at (618) 625-5105, Ext. 105 (Office) or at jdhenry@sv196.org

Kudos to both sides in Ewing agreement

When news began to filter out Thursday night via word of mouth and social media sites that a tentative deal had been reached in the ongoing negotiations between Ewing-Northern Grade School teachers and school administration a collective sigh of relief was felt throughout the region.

Labor strife and strikes in any field is rough, tough and sometimes ugly business. But, when that strike involves closing a school and impacting the lives of children and worried parents you can take the words ‘rough,’ ‘tough’ and ‘ugly’ and quadruple them. Kudos to both sides in the Ewing-Northern dispute for making sure that didn’t happen.

To their credit the teachers had worked without a contract since August and had filed an intent-to-strike notice with the state and was threatening to walk off the job if an agreement wasn’t reached. And the board, to its credit, was doing what they were elected to do, that is, be a good steward of the taxpayer’s dollars. A mediator brought both sides to the table on Thursday night and in short order a deal was reached.

And while teachers and board members are happy with the agreement the real winners are the students who can now trudge off to school uninterrupted and without the threat and talk of a work stoppage. Again, a huge sigh of relief is in order for all of us.

While details of the agreement will not be released until after teachers vote and the school board ratifies the contract it appears from what we have been able to gather from parties on both sides of this issue that both sides gave a little ground and a compromise was reached.

Given the nature of politics these days, the key word in that previous sentence is ‘compromise.’

Wouldn’t it be great if that word ‘compromise’ – along with the restraint, level-headed thinking, patience and willingness to work together that was found in tiny Ewing this week would make its way to Springfield and Washington, D.C?  Clearly, we would all be much better off if it would.

A tip of the hat from franklincounty-news.com to all those involved on both sides of the fence for seeing this delicate issue through to a happy and successful resolution!

 

‘He’s Looking Down …’

By Tom Wheeler

One of the biggest upsets of the Holiday tournaments was the Christopher Bearcats win at Sesser over No. 3 seed Waltonville. The Spartans had defeated the Bearcats in the Christopher Thanksgiving tournament 48-41 but the Cats evened the score at Sesser 47-39.

Jake Towers, junior point guard led the Cats scoring with 13 points and senior R.J.Kuh was also in double figures with 11.  Last Friday night in a game against rival Zeigler-Royalton, who was on a hot streak after winning three straight games at the Sesser tournament, the Cats won 59-36. Towers were in double figures again with 11, 6-feet-6-inch Kevin Mercks had 16 and R.J. had a double-double with 18 points and 13 rebounds. Kuh’s game brought a smile to my face.

Let me explain!

R.J.’s grandmother is Pam McGee, a close family friend, and she asked me to talk to R.J. about her son Robert who was taken from us much too early in a terrible automobile accident in 1989. Pam knew how close Robert and my son T.J were and she wanted her grandson to know about his uncle.  We sat in the garage and checked some old tapes of Robert in grade school, then went thru some scrap books of Roberts’ athletic endeavors.  I stressed to R.J. how quick his senior year would go, and no one knew what tomorrow would bring, so make the best of today. More importantly, I told him to enjoy his teammates and coaches and for him to do whatever his coach needed him to do for his team to win.

I had no idea that by mid-year R.J. would be having a game against a good team and get a double-double. At the time of our talk I looked for him to be the ‘Dennis Rodman’ type player. Guard the opponents best player, rebound every shot, dive on the floor for the loose ball and take all those charges (he gets at least one a game).

When asked about R.J.’s recent scoring, Coach Eric Stallman answered, “I talked to R.J and explained to him with every one doubling down on Merck’s, he had to be more aggressive on offense. He has been and now his confidence is at an all-time high.”

T.J. was a freshman at Illinois when we lost Robert. He put the initials R.M. on every pair of shoes he wore the next four years and at the time simply said “I think of Robert McGee every time I lace up my shoes.” In 1994 when his Bearcat jersey No. 44 was retired at CCHS, he told the audience how proud he was that his 44 would hang in the Robert McGee trophy case, named in Robert’s honor.

R.J. is one of those Bearcats all around athletes, linebacker in football, pitcher for ZRC‘s baseball team and now enjoying a senior basketball season where he has become a very valuable clog in Coach Stallman’s program. And while all this is quickly going by I want him to know “Robert is looking down R.J. and enjoying this too.”

Franklin County Farm Bureau News

 By J. Larry Miller

On December 1st, I began my 11th year as Franklin County Farm Bureau Manager. As I look back over what seems a very short 10 years, I have become involved with a lot of different organizations in the county as part of my effort to represent our farmers. I have attended a lot of meetings! One of the primary efforts of the local, state and federal Farm Bureau’s, is to be involved in the political process.

One meeting that I remember attending about 5 years ago was a civic function where a local financial planner was talking about the way that government was working. He said that, yes, there are a lot of problems with government in the area of budgets that were of concern but these problems always have a way of working themselves out. This individual has a lot of respect with many in the community of which I am one of those people.

I really do listen to what people have to say and someone of his influence has an impact on my thought process. I did not particularly agree with him at that point but have reason today to disagree with the statement even more.

As I see it, our democracy has slowly gone the way of others in history that have done very well until the common man realized that he could elect those who would help him receive money or to get help from the government. In my lifetime, I have watched the role of government go from having a limited affect on personal lives to invading almost every area of our daily lives. Government is going bankrupt trying to deliver our mail, provide unlimited health care for seniors, welfare for members of society who are unable or unwilling to work for any reason, police the world, maintain a bloated bureaucracy and regulate what size soft drink portions should be.

This past week many of you indicated that you had seen me being interviewed on a local television station and that I seemed to be frustrated with the latest inability of government to solve problems. I always wanted to be transparent.

Does anyone out there believe that we have leadership that will solve our current problems? Can we overcome being $17 Trillion in debt? Can the Illinois General Assembly balance it’s budget and solve the Billions in pension problem? The only noise I hear is the sound of a tin can being kicked further toward the cliff.

Gun control is not our biggest problem nor is making same sex marriage legal but maybe that is our problem. Poor values!

I am thankful to live in this country and believe that we can change things. Someone said that the only way for evil to prevail is for good men and women to do nothing.

I believe that Farm Bureau has good principles and that if we work together we can change the direction of our country.

Remember we are farmers working together. If we can help let us know.

 

 

 

 

 

Library staff has diverse skills to serve needs

“Why didn’t you tell me you hired my principal?” asked library Teen Advisory Board member Curtis Galloway.

Galloway was surprised to see Jamie Neal, retired Benton Middle School principal, working at the circulation desk of Benton Public Library.

Neal is one of a few new staff members, including Kim Newton and Lynette Leffler, that recently came on board at the library.

“We had a little turnover at the end of the year,” said library director Erin Steinsultz. “We also had an employee traveling and one on medical leave. It became apparent that some new hires were necessary.”

The library is open seven days a week, 356 days a year. The library closes only nine days a year, on major holidays. Covering all the service hours can be a big task.

“Making sure we have ample coverage to keep up with the public’s demand is very important,” said Steinsultz. “We keep statistics on library usage, and around 61,000 people pass through the door each year. We have to be ready to provide them with whatever they need from popular reading to computer assistance to any variety of research questions.”
Library staffers, new and veteran, bring a wide range of skills to their jobs.

“There is the stereotype of the stodgy older woman librarian, and I don’t think any of us fit that,” said Steinsultz. “We all have such varied tastes in reading material or movies or hobbies that we bring something unique to the library. We have different backgrounds as well that help create our well-rounded staff.”

Steinsultz has worked as the director of Benton Public Library for five years. Steinsultz previously worked at Harrisburg District Library and the Melba Patton Library at Southeastern Illinois College. She volunteered in the library starting in grade school and continued through college in various volunteer and paid positions.

“For some reason, though, I thought of becoming an accountant. I found I didn’t enjoy that, so I have a degree in Marketing. I enjoyed that field of study, but many marketing jobs include sales and that’s just not for me. I use many of the skills of that degree in the library, and the skills I learned on the jobs I held previously,” said Steinsultz.
In December, Steinsultz completed a master’s degree in Information Science and Learning Technology with a focus in Library Science.

“This is something I have wanted to do for years, but it wasn’t possible until now,” said Steinsultz. “It was not easy to work full-time and finish the degree. The staff was very supportive.”
The library’s staff brings multiple degrees and years of work experience to their work at the library.

“Paula Lainfiesta is a retired nurse and nursing instructor from Rend Lake College. She has many years of classroom experience, as well as hospital experience. She is very organized and disciplined in her approach to library tasks,” said Steinsultz.

“Paula is over our Homebound Delivery program. She selects materials for patrons who can’t make it to the library, usually for medical reasons. She also works with volunteers for the pickup and delivery of the materials,” said Steinsultz.

“We had a hard time filling her shoes while she was out on medical leave. Susan stepped up and has done a great job. Paula just made it look too easy!”

The staff includes many retirees or others supplementing their income with a few hours of work.

“I am the only full-time library employee,” said Steinsultz. “Most of the employees just work a couple days a week, just a few hours. They help us cover all our open hours. Everyone has their specialty and they are all great to have on board.”
Library staff also includes employees with backgrounds in social work, education, music, banking, marketing, accounting, law, and more.

“I always appreciate the skills the staff members bring,” said Steinsultz. “Everyone is important to accomplishing our daily tasks, and meeting the needs of those who come to the library.”

“Most technological questions are referred to Joe DeVillez. Mary Eubanks and Ruth Montgomery work with our genealogical collection. Susan Stickel and Norma Minor work with our children’s programming,” said Steinsultz. “Cyndi Garrett is amazing at shelving and keeping things neat in just the few hours she works each week as our high school intern.”

Some library staff members have special areas of the library collection they maintain.
Robbie Steckenrider works with the Large Print collection to add new items, make sure the library has the most requested large print titles, and complete series by requested authors. Large Print books also receive special labeling and require special attention.

Barbara Schmidt maintains the library’s magazines, which includes titles for children, teens, and adults. The library subscribes to over fifty magazines, some that arrive each week. Making sure all magazines are arriving, being checked out and returned, and shelved in the right place, takes patience and organization.

Lisa Stearns helps to make sure the non-fiction collection is up-to-date and circulating. She also is very important to making sure the all the library’s books are in order on the shelf.

“That sounds easy, but it is not at all easy. Shelf-reading is a very daunting task. We have around 48,000 items in the library, about 5,000 of which go out and come back every month. We have to be able to find them at a moment’s notice. Everyone shelf-reads some, but Lisa takes a special interest and that is very important,” said Steinsultz.

The library tries to offer something for everyone in its community, including convenient hours, a readily available computer lab, and a large collection including books, movies and more. The library’s staff works together to provide these many services. Their diverse backgrounds and interests in the collection help provide the best possible staff for the library users.

Nobody wins, everybody loses during teacher strikes

The first conversation I ever had with Kelly Glass lasted about 30 seconds and ended with him hanging up on me.

Glass is a very successful high school football coach at Massac County High School and also serves as athletic director. On that day in 1997 I contacted Glass to see if he would do an interview about an ongoing teacher’s strike — a strike that ended up decimating the high school football season and sharply divided the entire county.

After Glass unceremoniously left me listening to a dial tone I fired off a letter to him telling him that his conduct was lacking. A few days later I received a phone call from Glass. As I took the call I braced myself for his comments, but was surprised at what I heard.

“I’m probably not near the jerk you think I am,” he said. “I apologize … you caught me at a bad time.”

Glass went on to say that the strike had taken a toll on him and he had a short fuse with everybody. I accepted his apology while telling him that I was just trying to do my job. Since that day 15 years ago I have become friends with Glass and I hold him in high regard.

I spent a great deal of time last week writing and also reading about several school districts throughout the state that are facing a potential teacher’s strike. As the scheduled start of classes looms closer it’s obvious from the people that I talked with that tensions and frayed nerves are also increasing.

It was during a conversation last week with a union representative about the ramifications of a teacher’s strike that the conversation I had with Coach Glass on that September morning in 1997 came to mind. So, I decided to give Glass a call to get his perspective on what exactly happens when a lengthy strike shuts a school district down.

Glass agreed to talk about those tumultuous days.

“The first thing that will happen is that people pick sides — they either agree with the teacher’s union or the board,” said Glass. “So, immediately there was a division in the community. It can’t help but happen. On the day a strike starts the community will be divided. The day the first picket line is formed sides are chosen.”

Glass, who will soon begin his 18th season at Massac County, said his 1997 team was ranked third in a Class 3A Associated Press pre-season poll. Because of the strike his team began the season with three forfeit losses and then lost another regular season game and missed the playoffs.

“It put me in a position that on one side I had my job and my livelihood as a teacher and on the other side I had my senior players that had been with me and worked hard for three years to get to this point. I don’t care to say that I voted for the contract and not to strike, but I was in the vast minority,” said Glass. “After the strike started the football boosters got involved and everybody chose sides. I would love to have that team back just to see what we could have done. But, I would have still felt the same way if we would have had a bad football team.”

Glass said the high expectations for the football team that year drew the most attention but the entire school system was affected.

“We went so long with the strike that all the fall sports, band competition, academic team meets, everybody was affected,” said Glass. “Anytime you mess with a family’s kids or a family’s money you’ve got a controversial issue and a lot of problems. These kids weren’t in school and it got very personal. The negotiators met so many times and every time they got together there would be 200-plus people waiting to see if a settlement had been reached.”

Glass said as tensions escalated and both sides dug in the strike turned “ugly.”

“The negotiator for the union had a brick thrown through his window in the middle of the night with a threatening message attached telling him that he had better settle things,” said Glass. “It was ugly at the end and I can honestly say that I believe there were divisions made that will never, ever heal because of the strike. I guess we got the contract we wanted, but looking back I still wish we hadn’t done it. We ended up going to school half of the next summer.”

As he reeled off the names of his senior players from that 1997 season Glass talked about his biggest regret about the strike.

“I’ll never get another senior season with those kids and no matter how old those players get they will always remember their senior season and what might have been,” said Glass.” “There were things that were missed that we can’t ever get back. It was just a nightmare.”

Knowing how important it is to be fairly compensated for a day’s work and also knowing the dire financial situation in most school districts the thought behind today’s offering is not to pick sides. Instead, I just wanted to offer a simple reminder to negotiators on both sides that money is not the most important issue on the table.

Grief heaped on top of grief

I switched the television off shortly before 1 a.m. Wednesday morning and dozed off to sleep with a good feeling – a feeling that I had witnessed a real life miracle.

I turned my computer on five hours later and quickly felt like I had experienced a bad dream that included a swift kick in the stomach.

That contrasting change of emotions during that short time span was caused by the heartbreaking reversal that 12 of 13 West Virginia coal miners were in fact dead, after it was widely announced only hours earlier that all but one miner had survived. As I tried to absorb and comprehend what I was reading I realized that in this life it really is possible for grief to be heaped on top of grief.

Like many Americans the race to rescue the trapped coal miners has had a lock on my attention since Monday morning when it was first announced that an explosion had taken place at the Sago Mine, in Tallmansville, West Virginia.

And it was with a unique perspective that I followed this story.

As a reporter, I understood the tough questions that had to be asked of company officials and state and federal officials whose job it is to make sure the mine is safe. I also understood the need to attach a personal element to the story and tell about the miners’ lives, families and mining experience.

But it was from another angle that this gripping tragedy grabbed hold of me and would not turn loose. Even for a guy that earns a living these days stringing words together it’s hard for me to explain. As I listened to the words of the mining families and hoped and prayed with others for a miracle I had this overwhelming feeling that there was a story I had to tell.

You see, as I watched the non-stop coverage I realized that I know these people and the lives that these now-grieving families live. I know their lifestyle, their desires, their tenacity, their faith, their endurance, their ingenuity and their fears. I’ve never met them, but I know them.

I know about riding a ‘cage’ 600-feet into the ground and about the feel and smell of the damp, dark recesses of a coal mine. I know about swing-shifts, rock falls and about trading the ability to breathe fresh air for a paycheck. I know what it feels like to change clothes next to a fellow miner at midnight and laugh and talk with him only to learn that he was killed in a rock fall three hours later. I know about the eerily quiet, subdued feelings that are present when miners return to work on the shift following a fatality. I know what it feels like to work in the exact same section of a mine where only hours before a young life had been snuffed out.

I also know what it’s like to hide my fears and to hope against hope, even if it’s only a fleeting hope.

As I watched the accounts of the tragedy that focused on news and coal mining I realized that occupation-wise I’ve lived two lives. I spent 20 years as a coal miner that nobody knew and the past 13 years as a reporter and columnist that a lot of people know.

To many, it might seem logical to embrace my current job status and visibility and to shun my previous life as an underground coal miner. But, that will never happen because that’s where I came from, that my roots.

The people that have filled our television screens during the past few days, just like the people I worked with every day for two decades are, as my mother used to say, ‘the salt of the earth.’ These people are hard-working, faithful, loyal, outspoken and certainly not afraid to stand up for what they believe. As I watched the tragedy unfold in West Virginia I was reminded once again that I am who I am today not because of something I learned in a classroom but because of my previous ‘life’ and because I ‘know’ these people.

In the coming weeks the Sago Mine will reopen and miners will grab their dinner buckets and trudge off again into the bowels of the earth to mine coal. Because, as a relative of one of the deceased miners stated, ‘it’s a way of life, it’s all we know.’

Now is not the time to talk about what caused the explosion, wrongful death lawsuits or miscommunication. Now is not the time to talk about federal and state violations. Now is not the time to point fingers.

Now is the time to bury the dead and to grieve for more lost lives in the coal industry.

I know how that feels, too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shopping: ‘I tried … I failed’

I am a big believer that a person is never too old to learn.  It’s the ‘old dog … new trick thing I like to say these days.  Of course in most instances I’m the old dog.

So, it was with that mindset that I set out on Saturday with my wife Lisa for my first (and only) shopping excursion of this Christmas season.  Admittedly, I am not a good shopper, a happy shopper or a patient shopper.  But with my work schedule completely blank for a couple of days I decided to not only accompany her on this trip but also I vowed to myself to pay attention to the techniques used by a world-class shopper.  I wanted to see if there was something I was missing, something more to this insatiable desire to get to a mall – any mall – or in my wife’s case the closest T.J. Maxx store.

So, in short I had my mind right and was focused as we began this journey.

As we entered the first store I noticed there was a marked difference in both of us.  First, she seemed to be much more comfortable with her surroundings than I did.  As she grabbed the shopping cart I noticed her knuckles were white.  I likened her  shopping ‘game-face’ and the way her eyes took in the many rows of merchandise to Peyton Manning or Tom Brady dropping back in the pocket and then quickly ‘checking down’ the different receivers.  Perhaps the best way to describe it is to simply say when she grabbed the shopping cart she had the eyes of an assassin – cold and fixed on the job at hand.

On the other hand, my mind seemed to become confused and cluttered (even more so than usual) as I looked ahead at the sea of swarming people – big, small, old young and everybody seeming to be quite miserable.  I also felt as if the store and the aisle got a lot smaller narrower and more difficult to maneuver.  My head was instantly swimming and my eyes glazed over.  I shook my head from side to side to fight through, bound and determined to stay positive and try and find out the secret to the love of shopping.

As I dutifully followed along behind her I noticed that she would actually slow down, sort of browse in an aisle, touching several garments as she walked slowly along.  Every few steps she would come to a complete stop and as she felt of a garment or other item she would actually take it off the rack and then do something that was completely foreign to me.  She would hold the garment out in front of her, then rub the fabric between her fingers and in many instance run her hand down the length or width of the shirt, jacket, pants, etc.  And then in many instances she would hold the garment up next to her. She seemed to be quite aggressive as she pushed clothes from side to side in search of sizes.  I heard her mutter on several occasions about finding ‘the perfect gift.’  Since I have had thousands of interviews with coaches, I liken this to a coach talking about the intensity that his team had in a particular game.

And then after completing all these things she would hang the garment back up where it was and slowly start walking forward, again scanning the area in front of her while again reaching out and touching clothing as she walked.  Great peripheral vision, I thought.   I tried unsuccessfully to determine what the percentage was of the times she took an item off a rack and placed it in the cart or hung it back up.  I wondered if there might be some statistics that would be available to determine this.  Much like baseball where pitchers are judged by their ERA (earned-run-average) I would imagine that seasoned shoppers must have an IRA (items-returned-average).  And again just like baseball the lower the IRA the better the shopper.

But, this entire process was so odd to me that I never adjusted.  You see, my mindset when I enter a store is sort of ‘search-and-destroy.’   I walk to the item, not slowing down or touching any other clothing along the way.  I find the one I want and if it comes off the rack it IS going in the cart, period. When I am forced to shop I am a man on a mission.

As we trudged through the afternoon I sadly realized that indeed there was a reason that this was my first trip shopping this Christmas season.  You see, no matter how prepared or focused I tried to be, shopping was simply something that I was not going to like. Never. Ever. Never.

There is an old saying that says: Misery … loves company.  And as I plundered miserably along throughout the afternoon I made eye contact with several other captive men who were also towing the line behind a female who had that same steely-eyed look as my wife.  In most instance we just sort of nodded sympathetically at each other.  No words were needed, we all new how each other was suffering.

However, late in the day I did have a revelation that made me feel totally better about the experience. Let me explain.

Several years ago when new shopper-friendly malls sprang up all over the United States each and every one had a signature bar and grill type restaurant attached.  I envision that the architect who came up with the brilliant idea to make a safe haven for men –   complete with cold drinks, dozens of huge television screens all with all sports all the time had to be a guy who was a bad shopper.  As I let my mind embrace that thought I imagined it was a guy who one day tried hard and really put his best foot forward at trying to understand the mind of a shopper and then failed miserably.

While the mastermind of this gift to men will never know it … I toasted him Saturday evening.

Northern Home Extension December news

By KRISTI BROSE

The December meeting of Northern Home Extension took place on Dec. 13 at the extension office. Appetizers were served to members and Extension office personnel.

Members who answered to “What kept you strong in trying times?” were Kristi Brose, Judy Webb, Ginger Prior, Mary Bauer, Carolyn Odom, Ola Dalby, Earlene Galloway, Carolyn Steckenrider, Darla Forsythe and Joyce Lee.

Minutes were read and approved, no treasurer’s report. Ginger reported on the 4-H fundraiser coming up. The meeting controversy was discussed, so it was changed, again, to the 2nd Monday of the month.If anyone needs information, contact Mary Bauer.

The January meeting will be the responsibility of Team A, no menu was made, Kristi will bring a dessert. Team A is Mary, Kristi, Sue Browning, Ola, Linda Duncan, Darla and Earlene.

Hostesses for upcoming meetings are as follows: Jan-Linda Duncan, Feb-Ginger, March-Judy, Apr-none, May-Darla, Sept-none, Oct-Joyce, Nov and Dec-none.

A motion was made to send $25 to the veterans Christmas.

We wish everybody a safe and a very Merry Christmas. See you next year!!!

Dear Santa … Hi, my name is Jim

Dear Santa,

Hi, my name is Jim and I’m 59 years old.

You might not remember me, because the last time I wrote to you I was a bright-eyed 10-year-old asking you to leave me a Schwinn “Stingray” bicycle for Christmas.

If it helps you to remember, back in those days everybody called me “Jimmy.” I know from all my letter-writing experience to you as a kid that it’s appropriate to begin letters to Santa by saying: ‘I’ve been a good boy this year…’ But, since some who know me best know that wouldn’t be exactly accurate … I’ll just begin by telling you that I’ve TRIED to be a good boy this year.

After another long year of dealing with glad-handing politicians, increased taxes and decreased services and the ongoing circus in Springfield and Washington, DC, well, it’s enough to make even you cuss and spit and head to the nearest bar.

So, when tallying up my good/bad score this year, Santa, please keep in mind the people I deal with on a weekly basis and I think you can overlook an occasional transgression.

However, the real reason I decided to write to you has nothing to do with what I want for Christmas, but instead it has to do with what I see as some real similarities between you and me – aside from the white hair and the fact that we could both stand to lose a few pounds.

After giving it some thought I realized that we both work hard at jobs that involve deadlines. In my business we actually start from ‘scratch’ every day. And as soon as we get that day’s work completed it’s time to start worrying about the next day. It never stops and I’ve learned that what I did in the past means nothing. It seems I’m always looking for the next story or the perfect column.

I would imagine you know about that though, because your job is much the same. As soon as you get one Christmas order completed its time to start working on the next one. And just like me, what you delivered last Christmas means nothing. I’m sure you’re always looking for the next stop or the perfect gift.

It’s a hectic pace and sometimes thankless job, ain’t it Santa.

Then, of course there are the people we both deal with even after our job is supposedly finished. I’m sure every time you see the long line at the exchange desk the day after Christmas you’re reminded that you make a mistake once in a while. Well, don’t feel too bad about it Santa, because about half the calls I receive are from people telling me what I did-or-didn’t do or what I should-or-shouldn’t do.

And I also think it’s fair to say that we both must love our work because neither one of us are getting rich doing it, are we? I think the biggest thing we have in common though, is that we’re both idealists.

In my work I write about people from all walks of life. Some of it is good news that will make people happy and remind them of a happy time in their life while some is bad news that will remind people of a time they would just as soon forget. But, it’s when I write something that I know touches somebody’s life, changes the way they think, lifts their spirits or even makes them smile or prompts them to contact me that I feel I’ve succeeded as a writer.

And I have you figured to be the same kind of person, Santa, a guy like me who loves the blue collar crowd. In fact, I think you enjoy taking presents to all kids, but I’ve always imagined that you get an added thrill when you take a special present to some poor kid who really is in need.

In short, I think we both have an unwavering belief that we can change things – and maybe sometimes even for the better.

Santa, I know you’re very busy so thanks for taking time out for this letter and for the chance to renew our friendship. And even though the world we live in is a far different place than it was nearly 50 years ago when I last wrote you, I want you to know that I still hold you in high esteem and think you’re doing a terrific job.

And regardless of how politically incorrect it might be these days … I still believe in you, Santa.

Have a safe trip.

Your friend,

Jim

PS – In case I forgot, thanks for that bright gold Schwinn “Stingray” bicycle with the butterfly handlebars and banana seat, it was the neatest Christmas present I’ve ever received. Don’t eat too much at the house before mine, because like always, I’ll leave the milk and cookies out for you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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