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Jessica StölenEditorjstolen-jacobson@cherryroad.com Sometimes the part of my week I struggle with the most is writing this column. It’s one of those easy to put off… Login to continue reading Login…
Jessica StölenEditorjstolen-jacobson@cherryroad.com Sometimes the part of my week I struggle with the most is writing this column. It’s one of those easy to put off… Login to continue reading Login…
Judi BohmColumnist Winter is definitely here and we felt the vengeance of Mother Nature this week. Between the temperatures and the blasts of wind, I… Login to continue reading Login…
Judi BohmColumnist After a nasty day of Wednesday, the weather is wonderful, especially for December. Okay, we’ve got a couple more days to finish cleaning… Login to continue reading Login…
Jessica StölenEditorjstolen-jacobson@cherryroad.com When my children were young, I had a friend from Wood Lake that looked an awful lot like Santa Claus. In fact, he… Login to continue reading Login…
Garrison KeillorAuthor & Humorist It’s been a couple months since the New York City Council legalized jaywalking in town and nobody has noticed this because… Login to continue reading Login…
Rob Perez I’m confused. I thought a Christmas tree already had a theme. It’s right there in the name. It’s not a tree. It’s a… Login to continue reading Login…
We had a couple of summery days in November in New York but now, thank goodness, summer is over and we can get back to business. Thanksgiving is done and we spent it with talkative friends and since I was brought up to believe itâs impolite to interrupt, I sat through a two-hour dinner saying nothing but âUh-huhâ and âOh, really.â And on Sunday I stepped out into a bitter cold wind and walked to church. It felt good.
One of our traditions every single Thanksgiving is making my Grandma Patâs âgreen jell-oâ. Grandma Pat, having been from the south, had a very special version of Thanksgiving dinner that included a corn bread stuffing, and as a child I was fairly convinced that in the south, itâs a real thing to cook everything to the point of being nearly powder.
According to one famous Christmas song that is for some reason named, âThe Christmas Songâ, the season is long on chestnuts, Jack Frost, yuletide carols, and, for some reason, though Iâve personally never seen it myself, folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Wow. Thanksgiveus is past and Christmas is close behind. Where has this year gone?