When the Bagdad Ruritan Club was founded in 1953 by 26 men, Martha Layne Collins (then Hall) was a just a schoolgirl.
But as she grew into the first female Governor of Kentucky, she never forgot where she started.
“My mom always told me never forget your roots,” she told the group assembled at the Bagdad Ruritan Club’s 60th anniversary dinner on Saturday. “I constantly tell people I’m from Bagdad…although sometimes I have to add that it’s the one without the H.”
"I heard what sounded like cowboy boots walking down the hallway toward me. The floor was concrete, and the boots were clicking, clicking, in the darkness.
“I called out, 'Who’s there?' There was no answer, and the footsteps came closer and closer. I couldn't turn around, because there was no out way out behind me. And the boots got right up to me, and nothing was there."
Connor Shiffer loves to run. And run…and run… Remember how Forrest Gump ran and ran and ran in the movie, for a very long period of time, only stopping when he felt that he had run all he could run? This kid is like that in a way, only he really doesn’t like to stop – just ask his parents.
The Finchville Festival, held Saturday and Sunday, was well attended by a crowd who got to enjoy beautiful weather along with good food, friends and a great deal of browsing through a ton of items for sale.
The weather was perfect for the 24th annual Simpsonville Fall Festival on Saturday.
A large crowd flocked to the city park and lined up along U.S. 60 for the annual parade in festivities that ran from sunup until after dark.
There was the traditional Purnell’s Sausage breakfast to get the day under way, more games and rides for kids in a new area designed for them. The parade featured a focus on educators in Shelby County who will serve as grand marshals.
The auditorium at the Whitney M, Young Jr. Job Corps campus held nearly a packed house Friday as about 300 friends and family members from all over the nation turned out for commencement exercises for the center's 27 graduates.
On Thursday night, Steven Lee Cook will do something he has done hundreds of times. He will walk onto a stage, grab a microphone, stare into the lights-hidden faces of thousands and unleash The Voice. He will break into a song you likely have heard and maybe even loved, and he will perform with only one knee-knocking difference from all those other stages and microphones: Cook is now 60 years old, and he hasn’t been part of a big-time performance in two decades, since, well, his voice was his life.
Like most young boys, I enjoyed playing with toy soldiers as a kid. Unlike most young boys, I stuck with it, and turned it into much more than a game of “bang, bang, your guy is dead!” or knocking figures over with marbles.
Even as a youngster, growing up “down under” in New Zealand, I was a bit of a history nut. I wasn’t quite so interested in the mass destruction potential of warfare as the “why did they do it that way?” And the “how could I have done it better?” problem-solving and strategic study aspects.