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A Blessed Life (13) I admire people who have a sense of direction for their lives. They seem to be clearly focused on their goals. During my teenage years I vacillated between being an auctioneer, radio announcer, or a forest ranger. I loved public speaking; I composed sermons, but never seriously saw myself as a…

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A Blessed Life (12) Hanging on the wall of my office at home is an old violin passed down to me from my Grandfather Morrison. William Morrison and Mary Withers Morrison were two wonderful people who blessed my life. At least two Sunday afternoons a month found us at their house for Sunday dinner with…

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A Blessed Life (11) Teen years are easier when life is simpler. At least that was my experience. Life centered around farm work, school and church. I can truly say in the words of the John Denver hit song, “Thank God, I’m A Country Boy”. I don’t say that arrogantly, but rather, with deep appreciation…

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A Blessed Life (9) Shortly after my baptism our family started attending Mt. Carmel Christian Church. It was located only a couple miles from our home. Since the move to Bourbon County, we had been driving over half an hour to attend the Salem Church where I had grown up. Being so close to Mt….

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A Blessed Life (8) Summertime meant two things for sure. Little League baseball and Revival Meeting were as certain as summer itself. July of 1957 marked my eleventh birthday, second year of organized baseball, and my baptism. Summer evenings inside the Salem church building were extremely warm to put it mildly. Hand held fans furnished…

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A Blessed Life (10) The spring of 1959, marked another milestone in my life. In May of that year I graduated from eighth grade at Center Hill School. By the end of summer I would be a teenager and headed for my freshman year of high school. Leaving Center Hill was a bittersweet experience. I…

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The move to Bourbon County in 1954 meant a change in schools. We moved at mid-term of my second grade school year. Center Hill School was a much larger and nicer brick facility with an indoor gymnasium and plumbing. My first day was the beginning of six and one half years of wonderful times in…

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January, 1954, marked the third move in the first eight years of my life. This move, however, was the only one that took the family out of Harrison County. From living way back a narrow lane nearly half a mile from the highway, we found ourselves moving into a house situated right on a major…

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My formal schooling began at age six in the first grade at Renaker Elementary School in the western end of Harrison County. It offered grades one through eight. Miss McKinley was the first grade teacher and she also drove a small van which picked up six or eight of us who lived back long lanes…

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Farm life was all I ever knew from the time I was a youngster until I went away to college. My father was a tenant farmer, and tobacco was literally our financial lifeline. That crop was dependent on hard work and the weather. My earliest remembrance of that work was watching my mother and father…