• “You’d better get what’s left of your garden in; we’re going to have a hard freeze tonight,” Glen, my gardening mentor, warned me several weeks ago.  And so I carried in the tomato vines, picked the peppers, and salvaged what okra was left. In the garage, they are now ripening so fast that some are beginning to rot before we can get them eaten. My wife tolerates my boastful proclamation: “It’s November, and we still enjoy the garden,” as if this justifies the time devoted to working the ground this past summer.

  • Every year at this time, no matter which newspaper, a request comes in to take pictures of someone’s Christmas decorations.

    Sometimes, multiple requests come in.
    This year and this newsroom are different, except for one thing.
    This year, I invite you to photograph your Christmas lights and decorations and send them in.
    If I get enough high-quality photos, I’ll run a picture page highlighting your lights and decorations.
    If I don’t get enough, we’ll run a slideshow online.

  • Seeing isn’t believing. Believing is seeing.
    - Little Elf Judy
    Every now and then, I hear somebody question the existence of one of the Lord’s right hand men, namely Santa Claus.  Children, true believers, are too smart to make such a preposterous error.  They have the sacred trust of true knowledge that comes from pure hearts untainted by a grownup world.

  • Dear Editor,

    November is Adoption Awareness month.  In recognition of this unique way in which to become a family, white ribbons will be worn.  I ask that all of you who are touched by adoption to please wear a white ribbon during the month of November.  If you see someone wearing a white ribbon, please ask him/her how adoption has affected their life.  If you are interested in learning more about adoption, call (800)928-4303.

  • The two old men sat on their usual bench in the afternoon sun, sharing stories and opinions from years of friendship. 

    “You know, I went to my grandson’s house for supper last week. Dangest way of doing things nowadays.  When I was young, we ate supper in the kitchen, and went to the outhouse for our business.  Now they eat supper outside and the toilet is inside, bigger and fancier than most kitchens.  Maybe I’m getting old, but it just seems backwards to me. “

  • Believe it or not, we strive to do our jobs well here at The Springfield Sun. My goal each time I walk into the building is to provide fair news coverage for the readers of this newspaper.

    A phone call last week prompted me to verify my approach.

  • If you truly know me and Cindy, then you can understand the phrase “opposites attract.”  Actually, that is a misinterpretation.  The phrase should be “opposites attack.”

     Cindy and I are just not on the same sheet of music.  We disagree on almost everything, even small things, and it leads to some pretty bazaar arguments that resemble old “Abbott and Costello” comedy routines.

  • We had just left the Hindu temple when I noticed the red dot on my mother’s forehead. It was the “tilaki,” the third eye or mind’s eye, associated with many Hindu gods, also symbolizing the idea of meditation and spiritual enlightenment. I, a recent graduate of a high school education, feeding on my scholastic possibilities, feeling strong in my evangelical superiority, upbraided my mother: “You let them mark you! And, that’s a false religion.”

  • . . . and their grandsons.

    More about that in just a minute.
    Washington County High School does a lot of things well, but do you know what they do great?
     It’s their Veteran’s Day program, which they have been holding for the past several years.
    I’ve been told by many people that I ought to stop in and see why so many veterans look forward to attending this program every year.
    My curiosity was piqued,  and I attended it early on this past Friday, Nov. 4.


    Last weekend was a first for me, as I traveled to my alma mater to check out the state marching band finals. 

    Being back on Western Kentucky University’s campus always stirs up memories, as you might expect. 

    I have never been to a marching band competition, but I have heard a lot about them over the years. 


     I couldn’t take it any longer. Fatigued at the end of the work week and convinced my St. Louis Cardinals would not survive game six of the World Series, I turned the light off and was fast asleep by 11:15 p.m.

    Early the next morning, Lori asked me who won. 

    “Oh, the Texas Rangers did,” I mournfully informed her. “I stayed with the Cardinals until they left the bases loaded and fell behind 7-4.” 


    Firemen never die, they just burn forever in the hearts of the people whose lives they saved. 

    ~Susan Diane Murphree


    So what makes up a volunteer firefighter?  

  • Dear Editor,

  • It doesn’t take a very close examination of this week’s The Springfield Sun to see an abundance of successful, high-achieving women on the pages.

    It thrills me to see the recognition that Laurie Smith, Sister Claire McGowan, Jan Fattizzi and Pat Kirsch have received recently.
    I’ve worked with most of these women on several occasions, and have been impressed by each for their many talents. Springfield and Washington County are undoubtedly a better place because of these hard-working visionaries.

  • Since our inception in 1993, The Caring Place has written many articles in The Lebanon Enterprise. I have given insight of the feelings and the pain of domestic violence from the point of view of the women who have experienced it. I have explained to you about the struggles of the families who came to us, and what they face daily. We have also given the perspectives from staff.

  • I know that fall has officially arrived on the farm when the farmer’s pants are covered with stick tights from belt to hem. 

    After the laundry, shredded cockleburrs surface in the most unexpected places, such as underwear and sheets, in spite of diligent prewash searches.  All the resident wildlife is moving to shelter to survive the coming winter; the annual invasion of field mice, crickets, and spiders into the house is well underway.  

  • Sometimes I love to sit down and write silly little stories and hope that I make someone, somewhere, forget their troubles for a while and laugh.  Today is not one of those days. 

    I have a serious topic to write on with the permission of my wife, Cindy.  The reason I asked her is because it’s related to her life and common throughout the U.S.  The story is about Cindy’s overeating problem.

  • Veteran’s Day is on Nov. 11, but here at The Sun we are getting a head start on honoring this country’s veterans.

    We are trying to gather information on veterans in the county, or relatives of residents in the county who are veterans, so that we can honor them in the Nov. 9 issue of the paper.
    The information we are looking for is listed on page A9. As you can see, we’re also looking for pictures.  

  • Dear Editor,

  • Dear Editor,