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A Blessed Life (18) They call it commencement. It is an exciting time. One phase of life is ending and the future holds both adventure and uncertainly. When I graduated from Harrison County High School …
A Blessed Life (18) They call it commencement. It is an exciting time. One phase of life is ending and the future holds both adventure and uncertainly. When I graduated from Harrison County High School …
A Blessed Life (17) My dad had a way of saying a lot without using very many words. I remember some of the things he impressed on me in just that way. One memory stands …
A Blessed Life (16) Friday afternoons during my senior year found me thinking about the three o’clock bell beckoning the end of another week of school. It was around two o’clock on Friday, November 22, …
A Blessed Life (15) After two and a half years attending school at Bourbon County High, and six and a half in elementary school, there was a change in January of 1963. We were moving …
My years in high school were filled with really good times and my memories are many. Basketball games every Tuesday and Friday from December through March were regular events on our calendar. Back then a …
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, …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …