Wayne Ward had acquired quite a long list of distinguished accomplishments when he passed away Wednesday at the age of 90 – minister to a president, confidant of the famous – but his most precious legacy is that of encouragement, his friends say.
“What people will remember him best for hands down will be as an encourager,” said Jay Tigner, pastor of Finchville Baptist Church.
Tigner, who calls Ward his greatest mentor, said he always made people feel like what gift they could bring to others really matter, and that meant a lot to people.
Joseph Hornsby started keeping a chronicle of events in Shelby County in 1798, shortly after his arrival here.
Chris McManus of Washington, D. C., a direct descendant of Hornsby, arranged a number of years ago for his family to donate this significant chronicle of early Shelby County history to the Filson Historical Society of Louisville.
The scene at Red Orchard Park on Saturday was jovial, with a steady stream of people lugging electronic castoffs to a recycling truck and kids running and playing, or trying to play, on wet playground equipment.
Although rain and cool temperatures limited the crowd to a few hundred people at the Earth Day festivities, those who did attend appeared to have a great time, and Parks and Recreation Director Clay Cottongim said he considered the event a success.
Mary Anderson Burks was a woman known for many things, such as being a horticulturist and a businesswoman who was very active in the community, but those who knew her best speak of her devotion to her late husband, Joseph E. Burks.
The Burkses had been married for 66 years when he died last January, having married on Palm Sunday in 1944.
And it was on this past Palm Sunday, at 2:15 p.m., the same time of day they had said their wedding vows in 1944, that Mary Burks passed away, to be reunited with her beloved husband on their anniversary.
In restoring their 182-year-old home near Eminence they bought in 1983, Lawrence and Sherry Jelsma have kept almost all of its original features, and the effect is startlingly akin to being transported back in time.
One can almost see the women with their long skirts sweeping the floor and hear the clop of horses' hooves along the brick walkway that still graces the front of the stately old brick home.