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Thu
10
Jan
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The Bend News

Missed the deadline for the news last week, so will try to catch up on all the happenings around the Bend.

The weather has been up and down. First, there were really cold days of early part of last week and then nice warm days for the last few days.

Still, very cold at night, but when the sun comes out it is very nice. There was even some light rain last week and more rain is forecast this next week.

Lee Matthews was admitted to the hospital suffering pneumonia. He thought he had a case of bad allergies. Keep him on your prayer list.

It seems like everyone is having medical problems around the Bend.

 

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Thu
10
Jan
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The Idle American

By Dr. Don Newbury

I don’t know much about the Mormon Church, but I’ve always viewed most adherents as being generous with both their gifts and their time.

They number some 15 million worldwide, and in Utah--where about two million of three million citizens are Mormons--there’s considerable “co-mingling” of issues at both the state house and the church house. (Since Utah attained statehood in 1896, all of its governors--save two--have been Mormons.)

Most “church news” is spawned during semi-annual meetings, but a surprising new law from the state house kicked in on January 1. Permissible blood alcohol content for drivers is now 0.05 percent, the lowest of any state. This law goes against the grain of many drivers, so it might be well-noted that Utahans in the legislature who pushed this bill may add “courageous” to their names….

 

Thu
03
Jan
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The Idle American

By Dr. Don Newbury

My Uncle Mort’s Sad Scene…

He stood there, gazing at the Salvation Army kettle on the town square. It was Christmas Eve, and my Uncle Mort--106 and counting--solemnly offered a “mental salute” to the woman as she joyfully rang her bell. Frail of body and warmed only by a tattered coat given to the Army last year, she seemed resolved to help the less fortunate.

Perhaps minding the kettle for last-minute shoppers as they joined the fray for final purchases was the noblest thing she could do.

Mort choked up as he described the scene. The kettleminder’s ringing set him to thinking about moments in 2018 when he blew his stack, usually because he didn’t have all the facts. And when he did, they were somewhat dyslexic--backwards at best in his “fire/aim/ready” life.…

 

Thu
27
Dec
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Happy Herman's Hideaway

Merry Christmas my San Saba loves! As you are reading this the parentals and I will be driving home from our visit with family and hopefully my tummy will be as happy as my heart…full of Christmas cheer and I am hoping your heart is filled with love and happiness! Our excursion to the coast and a family Christmas was a first for me because normally our Shawn comes here to San Saba and we just enjoy a quiet little gathering at our house but after my sister Lani’s visit at Thanksgiving all that changed.

 

 

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Thu
27
Dec
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Notes from the Spring Creek Arts Guild

By the time you read this, it will be the day after Christmas. I hope it was a merry and magical Christmas for you and yours. Now we are headed to what most regard as the final holiday of the “holiday season,” which is New Year’s Day. For my family, the day after Christmas is one day before birthday season begins. My husband is first in line followed by my daughter and son-in-law in January then me and my son in February, then my mother in March. After Mom’s birthday, things calm down for a very long stretch.

I have settled into a pattern of beginning what is typically thought of as New Year type activities right after Thanksgiving. I start thinking about clearing out my mind and my house and planning out what needs to be done differently in the coming year. I have already been making regular trips to donate bags of things, throwing away what is not fit to donate, and organizing piles of things that I need to try to sell.

 

 

Thu
20
Dec
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Happy Herman's Hideaway

My Use Of Being Adorable

Well hello there dear San Saba friends, so very happy to see you! Now if you say to yourself, Herman, you are a bit loco in your dachshund head because you are writing to us and not able to see us at all…you would be wrong about that as I imagine you as I write. Yep, mom told me when I began writing, it is always important to imagine your audience and so I do. Oh, I see ranchers, shopkeepers, school teachers, students, caregivers, doctors, lawyers, housewives and everyone! You are so real to me that one time I got too close to a rancher’s spurs and could actually smell the cows! Ha ha ha! Now you know I am teasing but isn’t that just fun to imagine? Anywho, I do write as if I am right there with you.

Thu
20
Dec
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Hill Country Naturalist

When most people think of the winter landscape, they tend to think of brown, dead-looking foliage. While a lot of our trees, shrubs and perennials do in fact lose their leaves in the winter, we in the Hill Country have greener winters than folks in many other parts of the country.

Most of the greenery we see in the winter is due to our two most common woody plants, juniper and live oaks, and since these two species make up so much of our landscape, our winters are not as dreary as some other places. Mexican white oak, which is not locally native but grows in Val Verde county and into Mexico, and is commonly planted in this area, has leaves that persist into the spring like live oaks.

But, those are not the only evergreens we have, so sprinkled among the junipers and live oaks are many other green shrubs. Here are some of them.

Thu
13
Dec
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The Post-script

In the midst of decorating for Christmas, I discovered I was covered in glitter.

A lot of folks get sad at Christmas. People get stressed and angry and fed up and exhausted—at Christmas and the rest of the year, for that matter. I don’t get depressed during the holidays, but I understand how it could happen.

I was married for many years to a man who was grumpy a great deal. When Christmas came, efforts to keep his grumpiness under wraps were quickly exhausted and he became pretty much intolerable.

“Christmas!’ he exploded on one infamous occasion. “What a fiasco!”

To be fair, my ex-husband laughed when I later put a picture of Santa Claus on our refrigerator and drew a caption bubble over his head saying, “Christmas! What a fiasco!” But, in the moment, I’m sure he did think Christmas was a fiasco and I will tell you frankly, I found his attitude hard to handle.

 

Thu
13
Dec
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The Idle American

‘Tis a puzzlement. Can anyone on the planet engage us to the degree that a 20th century icon did?

More specifically, can anyone “grab” us visually the way he did--that prolific author, painter and illustrator who reached Americans’innermost cockles with a paint brush and canvas?

That icon re-defined sentimentality with engaging covers on The Saturday Evening Post 321 times during the publication’s 66 years of weekly magazines. His name was Norman Rockwell. Some well-known critics refused to take his works seriously, even failing to call him an artist. Rockwell agreed, but still turned out more than 4,000 original works, capturing the hearts of a grateful nation, up to and including U.S. presidents….

“Have you seen Rockwell’s Post cover this week?” was a question heard often from border to border and from shore to shore. His covers sparked convivial conversation across backyard fences, in barber and beauty shops and thousands of other places across the land.

Thu
06
Dec
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The Richland Springs Report

I get tired of hearing myself saying it, but where in the world is all the time going? I feel as if we just started November, and here it is December and the holiday rush has already swept me away. My gate decorations are not up, my house is bare, fall cleaning was missed, and the end of the first semester is lurking around the corner. I know time goes faster as you get older, but the kids are singing the same song. I can’t seem to find a way to slow it all down.

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