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Courtney Greiner and Jordan Miller were named the AAA winners from the Hancock Public School. These seniors were selected based on excelance in the classroom, on the athletic field and...
Barry Nelson was re-elected to serve as the chairman of the Hancock School board at their meeting on Monday night. Rod Peterson will also serve another term as clerk and...
At the end of January over the past 20 plus years, I have attended the annual Minnesota Newspaper Association Convention. There have been many changes over the years, not only...
Nineteen members of the newly formed Hancock BPA (Business Professionals of America) competed at Alexandria Technical College on Friday, Jan. 25. The Region 7 BPA competition included ten schools and...
MORRIS -- I often wonder at what point do we consider our lives complete. Is it at the time of our death, when we reach a specific milestone or when we feel we have nothing left to offer? Any one of these could be considered an ending point in life but in my opinion, a person's life really doesn't end when they die or even when they consider themselves no longer needed. When I think about the people who have affected my life, the list goes on forever.
It is that time of year. Time to get your Christmas card lists updated, cards printed and letters written. It is time to watch the mail each day for that once a year correspondence from loved ones and friends. It is time for Christmas letters. I look forward to getting those cards and letters. It is especially nice to hear from people we don't see very often but I also like to read the letters of people we see all the time. Some people scoff at those Christmas letters.
There are times when I am with a group of people, or even with just one, that my mind is a total blank as far as conversation goes. I cannot think of a single thing to say, which is rare for me when with friends, but happens often with strangers or mild acquaintances. If I know that I will be in groups like this, I try to come up with subjects for conversation in advance. This is can be difficult since I really don't have a lot of common interests with most of these people. I do know what to avoid. I know not to bring up politics or religion. Totally taboo discussion topics in small groups.
I often stop and wonder how we ever survived 40-50 years ago without cell phones, email, texting, Facebook and Twitter. How did we keep in touch, up to date and express our thoughts to the world? Well, we managed and I have to say that it may have been more difficult, but it was also more private and personal. In the 60s and 70s you had to rely on the telephone, snail mail (as it is called today) and face-to-face conversations in order to get messages out there. Most of the time, these conversations dwelt on the most important issues first and if time allowed more personal sharing.
In recent weeks, I have checked and rechecked the calendar to make sure that we are actually still in the early part of September. Seeing the harvest that is taking place, earlier than normal, has made it feel more like October. However, here we are in September and at this time of year we try to encourage everyone, not just those involved in farming, but also the people who share the roads, feed the hungry workers and postpone things as the busy season progresses. We really shouldn't need one special week for farm safety. It should be something we observe all year long.
The other day I heard someone say something about living in a one horse town. I haven't heard that expression for a while and it made me wonder where it ever started. I can imagine that it started back several years when horses were the primary mode of transportation. If you didn't own a horse, you simply had to walk wherever you needed to go. Therefore if a town had only one horse, it was probably pretty small and very quaint. Now if you refer to a community as a one horse town the same things come to mind. The town is probably very small and also quite laid back or quaint.