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This document contains two articles. The first article is about a black and white cat found on North 2nd Street that needs a home, and encourages visiting the local animal hospital to adopt pets. The second article is about Mark Pryor's roots in Franklin County, as evidenced by an article his mother published 17 years ago describing memories from her childhood spent with family in the area.
This document contains two articles. The first article is about a black and white cat found on North 2nd Street that needs a home, and encourages visiting the local animal hospital to adopt pets. The second article is about Mark Pryor's roots in Franklin County, as evidenced by an article his mother published 17 years ago describing memories from her childhood spent with family in the area.
This document contains two articles. The first article is about a black and white cat found on North 2nd Street that needs a home, and encourages visiting the local animal hospital to adopt pets. The second article is about Mark Pryor's roots in Franklin County, as evidenced by an article his mother published 17 years ago describing memories from her childhood spent with family in the area.
PLEASE ADOPT ME! Male black and white adult cat found at 506 North 2nd Street. Help this poor kitty get back home or adopt him. Please consider vis- iting Ozark Animal Hos- pital before buying your next pet as there are many homel ess ani - mals in need of a loving home. For more information on pets available for adoption, call Dr. Holt at 667-3652. Mark Pryors roots are deep in Franklin County as evidenced by this article his mother published 17 years ago. Lonnie C. Turner BOSTON MOUNTAINS My Roots Are in Cass Barbara Pryor (Continued from last week) When I was a child, my mother would put my brother and me on a bus and tell the driver to take us to Turner Bend. The road was gravel then. We would spend the night at Uncle Champs store and sleep on a pallet in the loft over the store. The next morning he would drive us seven miles down the road where Uncle Jake would be waiting with a flatbed wagon and a team of mules. We would ford the creek and go to Grandmothers house. Grandmother collected bits of broken china and col- ored glass bottles and saved them for me. I would spend hours in the arbors soft dirt, in the slanted light of the afternoon, endlessly arranging and rearranging the rem- nants. We learned to swim in the cold green water of the Mulberry River. There was a large hollow rock where my mother would bathe my little brother. Sometimes we stayed in the creek all day long, and Mother would make coffee in a skillet, and we would drink it out of tin cups. Years later, I took the same bus with my own young son and went to my great-grandmothers funeral in Ozark. She lived to be one hundred, and when she died she had some gray in her hair. But it was mostly still black as night - like my mothers when she died, and now like my son, Marks. These days, when I turn off the interstate and onto Highway 23, no matter how tired I may be, I take a deep long breath of the sweet clean mountain air, and I drink the fresh cool water and feel restored. I know then that Im home. All of this brings me to Eudora Welty, one of my fa- vorite writers, who remembered the hills of West Virginia in her book One Writers Beginning. Heres how she recalled the feel of the landscape, so similar to my own: It took the mountain top, it seems to me now, to give me the sensation of independence. It was as if Id discov- ered something I had never tasted before in my short life. Or rediscovered it - for I associated it with the taste of the water that came out of the well, accompanied with the ring of that long metal sleeve against the sides of the living mountain, as from deep down it was wound up to view brimming and streaming long drops behind it like bright stars on a ribbon. It thrilled me to drink from the common dipper. The coldness, the far, unseen, unheard springs of what was in my mouth now, the iron strength of its flavor that drew my cheeks in, fern-laced smell, all said mountain mountain mountain as I swallowed. Every swallow was making me a part of being here, sealing me in place, with my bare feet planted on the mountain and sprinkled with my rapturous spills. What I felt Id come here to do was something on my own. Published 1997 in Somewhere Apart, My Favorite Place in Arkansas The University of Arkansas Press, Fayetteville Paid political ad FRANKLIN COUNTY FAIR PARADE GRAND MARSHALS J.P. and Christa Littlefield and grandson, Parker Littlefield. Our Worm Farm by Clydene Overbey We never had any spending money and never really expected any. No one else had any either. At least not anyone we knew or were friends with. A friend of ours told us that the big red worms we often found to fish with could be raised and people from the cities would buy them. He said we had to get something big and fill it with dirt from the creek. We got an old iron kettle that Mama had discarded because it had a crack in it. We filled it with some slimy, slippery dirt and we were all set. Our friend said if you break the worms in two pieces then two worms would grow and to keep it watered. He also said that we could get hair from a horses tail and put it in wa- ter and it would become a worm. We got hair from the horses tail out of the barbed wire fence. He told us we could sell city folk a worm for one cent. Well, heck fire, we were agonna get rich by golly. Yep, rich! We dug a bunch of worms and put em in the big pot full of dirt. Now we counted them every day and seemed like they were not making more. Heck fire, there were less one day. Well, shoot fire, Brenda, that aint agonna work. Durn that boy anyway. The next day in school we cornered him and called him the worst thing we could think of. You stupid nut, you durn puke, and you dad blasted fool. He asked us a few questions and said, You goofy girls, I told you to break em in two. When we got home from school we run down in the pasture and was agonna break them things in two, but we didnt have a dab blamed worm to break. We checked our bucket of horse tail hairs and no worms there either. Well, we just proceeded to dig us more worms and break em in two. Well, I guess you know that those dead worms didnt get away like the live ones had. Nope, they just sat there in that slimy dirt that was green and stinky by now. Several days later in school we spotted our former friend talking to some other boys on the play- ground. Come on, Brenda, were agonna beat the day- lights outta him. We started over there and heard what he was say- ing so we just stood there and listened. That dad blamed skunk was amaking fun of us. Boy, I got them ol girls good. The boys were alaughing their goozles off. Lets get em, Brenda said. Oh, no, Brenda, we are agonna get him all right. Were gonna get him good. But not here cause well get in trouble. Well do it at home. We had to wait several days, but we knew he would come and one day, he did. He was a skinny ol thing and we knew we could over power him. Heck, I coulda done that by myself. Heck, yeah. We just waited for our chance. We had a pot of slimy, stinky, green by now and slightly stagnated with a film on top that we had dipped outta our Worm Farm, kinda thick and easy to manage. Throw him down, Brenda, and hold on. Brenda was bigger than me then and a lot heavier. She ran and pounced on his back and knocked him to the ground. We both sat on him and rubbed rotten worm smush all over him. Now you smart aleck rat, thatll teach you to laugh at us, now wont it? Huh? Wont it? We were eight and he was six, all of us old enough to know better, but boy was that sweet revenge. Boy, howdy, was it fun. He shoulda known Brenda and I didnt get mad, we got even. The kids in school all laughed the next day when we told em. Our mamas didnt really see much humor in it, but our daddies sure did. Heck, our daddies laughed harder than the kids did. So did his daddy. Now his mama was a different story. You know how mamas are. Dont mess with men Brenda. Nope. I think you could really raise worms that way, but not broke in two and it had to be a lot bigger container than we had, but we didnt know the details at the time. And the bit about the horse hair, we tried that again, but, of course, it never worked. Well, you smart aleck, we got the last laugh. Ephesians 4: 14-15: That we henceforth be no more children, tossed to and fro, and carried about with every wind of doctrine, by the sleight of men, and cun- ning craftiness, whereby they lie in wait to deceive; But speaking the truth in love, may grow up in all things, which is the head, even Christ. 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NEW ROTARIANS Chris Brockett (center), Ozark Rotary Club president, welcomes new members Mike Murders and Linda Millsap to the club. Murders is chief academic officer at ATU-Ozark and Millsap is execu- tive director of the Ozark Area Chamber of Commerce. District to present Rachels Challenge Community Event The Ozark School Dis- trict will be hosting an as- sembly for Rachels Chal- lenge on Tuesday, Sept. 30. The Ozark Middle School, Junior High, and High School will attend an assembly in the morning and 100 students from each building will attend training in the afternoon. In the evening, there will be a community event, and everyone is invited to at- tend. The presentation for the community will be at 6:30 in the High School Activities Center at the High School Campus. Rachel Joy Scott was the first person killed in the Col- umbine High School tragedy on April 20, 1999. Immedi- ately after the tragedy, her father, Darrell, began to speak and used writings and drawings from Rachels dia- ries to illustrate the need for a kinder, more compassion- ate nation. Her acts of kind- ness and compassion coupled with the contents of her six diaries have become the foundation for one of the most life-changing school programs in America. Today, Darrell and over 30 presenters honor Rachels life by reaching the nation with Rachels simple but profound message: 1. Eliminate prejudice- by looking for the best in oth- ers. 2. Dare to dream - set goals, keep a journal 3. Choose your influ- ences- input determines out- put 4. Kind words- small acts of kindness, huge impact. 5. Start a chain reaction- with family and friends Powerful video/audio footage of Rachels life and the Columbine tragedy are said to hold audiences spell- bound during the presenta- tion that motivates them to make a positive change in the way they treat others. Concert to air on AETN Friday AETN (Conway) Emma Thompson and Bryn Terfel star in Live From Lincoln Center Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street in Concert with the New York Philharmonic Fri- day, Sept, 26, at 8 p.m.