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,

  • The words had inadvertently found their way on the printed page; they were obviously not meant for anyone to read. Only two words: “No hope.” But they said so much. Too much.

    They were printed next to the name of a cancer patient for whom we prayed. I flinched when I read them. No one is beyond hope--- not even those who appear to be victims in the last stages of cancer.

    It was a dark and stormy night. 

    Well, maybe it wasn’t stormy exactly but the extended weather forecast said it would be by next week.  It might not have been dark either as I remember a full moon that night.  Naw, I remember now it was dark.  The full moon came from some kids that drove by as I was dragging my garbage cans down by the road.  That was the only “full moon” I saw that night.
    Okay, so it was not a stormy but a dark night.
    Yep, that’s it.

  • Dear Editor,

     The sun shined a lot brighter on Washington County this afternoon and, in fact, on Sunday too.  
      It should be remembered as a proud moment for Washington  County,  regarding how the local, neighboring counties, state and national  resources came out in force to search for Randall Chesser.  

  • “Ask not what your country can do for you - ask what you can do for your country.”
    John F. Kennedy

    When a country is filled with people that live the quote you see above, then that country can be called great.
     I know a man that lived it everyday of his life.
     My wife called me at work last week to say that Washington County resident Mr. Hugh L. Grundy had very quietly passed from this world to the next at the age of  95.  He is that man.
     Do you know who Mr. Grundy is?

  • I hope that Randall Chesser is in a comfy bed, feet propped up, with a warm, fluffy comforter tucked over his slight body.

    I hope that his favorite television show is on in front of him, or his favorite game, or that someone is reading his favorite book to him.
    I hope that he is surrounded by his favorite aunts, uncles, cousins, relatives.
    I hope that he’s wearing a big grin, one like I’ve seen in the school photos of him.
    I hope Randall Chesser feels safe and secure, rested, fed and comfortable.

  • Hi Washington County. It’s me again.

    Usually you’ll find me over on the sports page. Today, you get a double dose of me.
    As you read last week, The Springfield Sun is without publisher Jeff Moreland. He has moved on to become publisher and editor at The Central Kentucky News-Journal in Campbellsville. We don’t yet have a new fearless leader.

  • I was standing at the street corner, waiting for the light to change when I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He was waving his left arm from his car window, urgently trying to get my attention.

    Then, pulling out of his parking space, he stopped in front of me, blocking me from crossing the street. Only after he lowered his electric window on the passenger side could I see who it was.

  • Do you people remember Mr. Wiley?

     Mr. S. Wiley, or Slick to his friends and the folks at the FBI, is my 93-year-old “personal advisor”, formerly from New York City.  Mr. Wiley used to be my financial advisor until he lost all my money, and that of the rest of his clients.  I’ve been holding him hostage in an attempt to recoup my loses from his loved ones.  However, strangely enough, no one’s come looking for him despite my many ransom letters.

  • Summer’s garden season is winding down, gardens are flooding our county kitchens with buckets of tomatoes, squash, corn, peppers, cucumbers, beans, okra; more food that I can put on the table in one meal, so the refrigerator drawers are stuffed. 

    Counter tops and pantry shelves are packed with shining jars of garden blessings, as colorful as grandmother’s crazy quilt, both destined to warm up a long winter night.

  • Be not afraid.
                     — God
    It’s pretty scary out there isn’t it?
    You know what I mean.   
    It doesn’t matter where you work or where you live in this old world.  It’s like everything has dropped off a cliff.  Many families are nervously waiting to see what happens next, if it hasn’t already.