Summers on the Farm
1956 photograph of Warren Hostetter, his wife Marion Hostetter and his mother Lizzie Hostetter in South Bend, Indiana.
By Franklin T. Wike, Jr.
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1956 photograph of Warren Hostetter, his wife Marion Hostetter and his mother Lizzie Hostetter in South Bend, Indiana.
By Franklin T. Wike, Jr.
September 5, 1774
The first Continental Congress assembled in Philadelphia.
September 21, 1784
America’s first daily paper, "The Pennsylvania Packet and Daily Advertiser", was published in Philadelphia.
September 14, 1814
The History of Labor Day
The Movement That Created More Than Just a Holiday
Peter McGuire was already working at age eleven, selling newspapers on the streets of New York City, shining shoes, cleaning stores and running errands. It was his job to help support his mother and six brothers and sisters when his father went away to fight in the Civil War in 1863.
submitted by Polly Mazariegos
If you have children in school, from Kindergarten to High School, August is the month to Get Your Kids Ready for school time.
Years ago, I used to write a column titled, “Coffee Shop Conversation.” The idea behind the column was a large round table located in a restaurant. This particular restaurant was in a small farming community and was frequented by a group of retired gentlemen several times each day. As they enjoyed their coffee, they would also hold many interesting conversations.
If you're not familiar with the work of Steven Wright, he's the guy who
once said: "I woke up one morning and all of my stuff had been stolen...and
replaced by exact duplicates" His mind sees things differently than we do
-- to our amazement and amusement. Here are some more of his gems.
I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.
Borrow money from pessimists -- they don't expect it back.
Half the people you know are below average.
99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
Life is Tough
When I read something like this, I feel a little better about myself.
YOUR JOB IS SAFE AS LONG AS THESE GUYS ARE OUT THERE
Recently, when I went to McDonald's, I saw on the menu that you could
have an order of 6, 9 or 12 Chicken McNuggets. I asked for a half dozen
nuggets.
"We don't have half dozen nuggets," said the teenager at the counter.
"You don't?" I replied.
"We only have six, nine, or twelve," was the reply.
By Morrie Gelman
I dreamed of radio. Is it an odd thing to be dreaming about? Not so odd. Radio is my Rosebud. I don’t guess I’ll mutter the single word radio as life squeezes out of me. I’m not Charles Foster Kane. But I can dream my Rosebud, cant I?