Editorials

Wed
01
Jul

Cost Of Being A Farm Family, Not Home Alot This Time Of Year

I’m a haying season widow. I can’t decide if I like it or not. 
Michael “swathed” his first round of hay last week, which is probably a month later than normal. So he has been working literally from sun up to sun down to get caught up on the haying. 
As I write this column on Monday I’ve seen very little of Michael for the past five or six days. Michael has left the house early every morning to rake hay. He follows that by swathing down more hay early in the afternoon before beginning to bale until dark the hay he raked in the morning. 
This means I’ve been home alone with the boys most of the day recently. On my days off I often ride along with Michael and the boys to check cows or fence for a few hours, but now that Michael is spending his days in the tractor I stay home. 
Wed
01
Jul

Letters to the Editor

It Is Time For Nebraska To Take Action
 
Editor:
In May I introduced Legislative Resolution 308 in the Nebraska Legislature. The legislative resolution established a study to examine issues regarding the growth of Nebraska’s rural economy in order to determine what actions can be taken to spur population growth and the expansion of businesses in rural communities throughout Nebraska. For the past several decades, most of rural Nebraska has seen a continual loss of population and employment. As you know, this then has a domino effect that impacts schools, businesses, health care and so on.
Wed
01
Jul

Every Community Needs Their Version Of Beth Roelfs

Among the things that I really enjoy doing each year is spending time in Diller at Diller Picnic time. I’m never quite sure if it’s because I am related to nearly everyone there with the Pickard, Specht, Lottman, Carmichael connection or not but it’s always a lot of fun for me personally to hang out in Diller this time of year.
 In fact, I really can’t remember a time when I didn’t go to the Diller Picnic; from the 1960s on, it seems I was always there. But this year something kind of struck me that I hadn’t thought of.
 As much fun as the Diller Picnic is it seems like it always takes that one person to really get things to gel together. For me that person is Beth Roelfs. For the last several years that I have noticed anyway, Beth is always present at the picnic organizing, announcing and in shot being the emcee of the festivities. She’s kind of like the Bob barker of the Diller Picnic you might say.
Wed
01
Jul

Petition Process Is Great Example Of Democracy In Action

When the death penalty was overturned in Nebraska last month it was heralded by some but not all to be a great day in our state. But when the death penalty was not upheld in Nebraska last month it was heralded by some but not all to be a great day in our state.
  In short some were happy, others not so much regardless of which side of the fence they were on. Some accounts say that 50% of Nebraskans were in favor of the death penalty. The other 50% not.
 Last weekend petitioners were at the Diller Picnic collecting signatures to place an initiative on the 2016 general election ballot on Nebraska to re-instate the death penalty. The Journal-news supports that initiative.
Wed
24
Jun

My Son, A Future Photographer

I think I have a future photographer on my hands, and I couldn’t be more excited. I’ve never been a great photographer. My college education included about four weeks of photography, and at that time I then married a farmer, got a job at a newspaper and wished I had paid more attention to  photography. 
Unlike me, Reid loves playing with the camera. The little guy became obsessed with my camera several months ago and is always asking me, “Where is my camera, Mommy?” He is referring to my $700 camera, which isn’t super fancy by any means, but it certainly isn’t a cheap point-and-shoot. 
I frequently pull out the camera to get a picture of the boys doing something cute or to photograph some purebred lambs. Before I’m even done taking photos Reid is begging to take the camera and shoot his own pictures. 
Wed
24
Jun

People Lose Focus Quickly, Fun Park Fervor Has Dwindled

 
   Do you remember a long time ago when it was announced  that the Fairbury Frontier Fun Park was in danger? Maybe it would be closed? Maybe it would be razed? There were no funds for repairs and parks of the playground were broken and in disrepair.
  The community rose up like a sleeping giant and demanded, “something must be done in order to save our precious playground.” Can you remember that far back? 
  That was just last week. The cries of indignation, call to arms and a rally of support had faded quickly. Even by Fairbury standards. What was a hot bed of controversy last week has been replaced by this week’s social injustice, whatever that may be.
Wed
24
Jun

Eating Breakfast For Supper Even Before It Was Chic

Things just seem to have a way of appearing on my desk. I can be in the office all day and if I momentarily step out, something usually arrives.
That something might be good, sometimes in the form of cookies that someone dropped off as a token of thanks for something I either did or didn’t do. That something might be bad, sometimes in the form of an unsigned letter to the editor taking me to task again, for something I either did or didn’t. Or that something might be indifferent. 
  Last week it was in the indifferent category.
 Someone had dropped off a lapel button. On it was the picture of an egg sunnyside up reading ‘Go Breakfastarian...see the light eat breakfast at night.’
Wed
17
Jun

Pregnancy Hormones Are An Emotional Roller Coaster

This pregnant woman is an emotional wreck. Everything makes me cry. And it’s embarrassing. 
A few weeks ago the sermon at church was about graduation. The preacher said that children were made to let go of, not hang on to. For the next 10 minutes I was hoping nobody was staring at me wondering what my problem was. 
I already know that the day is going to come when my babies leave me, but it seemed so final and heartbreaking to hear the minister go on about how it is my duty to ready my boys to leave the nest. As other parents cried because their children were graduating, I was crying at the thought of mine graduating in about 13 years. 
Wed
17
Jun

Letters to the Editor

Reader Weighs In On Fun Park, Cemetery
 
Editor:
I always look forward to the Fairbury Journal- News, when it comes in the mail. 
Today I was wondering what is happening in Fairbury? Two articles, come to mind.
Frontier Park: Who are these trashers and vandals? Can’t people just pick up after playing at the park? What is the matter with people in Fairbury and surrounding areas or people who use the park. 
Also, Laura Bedlan, weren’t you or past city engineers aware this wood park would not last and would need repair. Why wasn’t a grant sought a longtime ago. What is the time line on the present grant? Is it possible to have children and/or adults use this as a community service, maybe a part of the school system? Give a little of their time a couple of times a week to help their community have great parks.
Wed
17
Jun

Maybe Stepping On A Bee Wouldn’t Really Be All That Bad Considering

 When I was a kid as soon as school got out for the Summer the shoes came off. My folks always bought us kids one pair of shoes before school started and we were expected to wear them from just after Labor Day right up to Memorial Day. 
  By the time school ended for the year my shoes were usually well worn out. What was left was a bit of rubber and some canvas. I didn’t get new shoes for the Summer so barefooted it was.
 As it happens my Dad’s yard usually contained a fair amount of Clover. He liked Clover and said it was good for the soil. In addition to him liking Clover, so did honey bees. 
 Romps through the yard during the summer months usually ended with me getting stung on my feet several times. Over the course of the years I just accepted this fact and tried not to step on the bees figuring they didn’t like it any more than I did.

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