Growing up most of us will admit, we didn't appreciate what family we had during the holidays. Whether it was the obnoxious cousin that brags about everything ten fold or a freeloading uncle, however you felt about them, they were still your family. There was always a house full and plenty g…

A few months ago, I was cleaning out some of the bookshelves in my father’s office, and I stumbled upon this book. It looked interesting, and like something I might be quite interested in, so I grabbed it to read. Fast forward a bit, and I’m searching for a relevant book to cover for my podc…

I value my freedom living in this beautiful country where we can walk the streets and not be afraid to speak our mind. To have the privilege to choose our religion and worship the way we choose. Can you imagine not being able to go to the church of your choice? Or having to watch every word …

I’m glad that, every now and then, everything comes together. The stars are in order, Jupiter aligns with Mars, and the light at the end of the tunnel is actually a light. It’s especially good when it comes to deer hunting. There’s only been a few times in my hunting life this has happened. …

Holidays in my house have always been an adventure. Nothing has ever run smoothly, something always burns, and someone is always late. Although it can be chaotic, I wouldn't have it any other way. If it was perfect, it would not be memorable, and without memories of those closest to you, are…

It was a beautiful summer day when a group of guys loaded into the car to go to the bowling alley. Driving along with the windows down, they were enjoying the pleasant weather.

In your traditions and family, you will come to know that everyone has their specialty. It's those certain dishes, that only they can make. My mom's dressing is one of those things. It's just right. Ive tried all kinds, some had chunks of boiled eggs to sweet relish, but nothing beats hers. …

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”

An old time mountain preacher stood up one Sunday morning to deliver his sermon, but unbeknownst to him, some mischievous boys had glued some of the pages of his Bible together.

This is Museum Corner’s tribute to the brave men and women who have served our nation during peacetime as well as others who served during combat. Many of our readers will recognize the familiar faces of old friends and relatives.