Medal of Honor Scholarships
GREENUP – Recipients for this year's Medal of Honor Scholarships are: Cole Murray (left) of Russell High School, Macie Riffe (center) of Raceland-Worthington Independent High School, and Gage Potter (right) of Greenup County High School.
Each year the Greenup County Medal of Honor Committee honors a high school senior from each of the County High Schools with a $500.00 check to further their education.
Greenup County is the home of two Medal Honor Recipients; Mr. John Collier of Worthington and Mr. Ernie West of Wurtland.
Congratulations to all!
Each year the Greenup County Medal of Honor Committee honors a high school senior from each of the County High Schools with a $500.00 check to further their education.
Greenup County is the home of two Medal Honor Recipients; Mr. John Collier of Worthington and Mr. Ernie West of Wurtland.
Congratulations to all!
Class of '79 Scholarship Recipients
GREENUP – The Greenup County Class of 1979 are proud to present three Scholarship recipients from the class of 2021 of Greenup County High School.
Anaya Coleman (left), Paige Duncan (center), and Tate Duncan (right) all received a $500.00 scholarship to continue their education opportunities.
The GCHS class of 1979 would like to wish all graduates in our area Congratulations!!!! Well Done!!!
And remind them to Arrive Alive, Don't Text & Drive.
Anaya Coleman (left), Paige Duncan (center), and Tate Duncan (right) all received a $500.00 scholarship to continue their education opportunities.
The GCHS class of 1979 would like to wish all graduates in our area Congratulations!!!! Well Done!!!
And remind them to Arrive Alive, Don't Text & Drive.
Raceland City Building Mural Project
By: Katie Garrison
RACELAND – A new project is under way at the Raceland City Building, one that captures the local history of the city. The art students of Raceland-Worthington Independent High School (RWHS) have been commissioned to design and paint a mural for the lobby of the city building.
Progress is already underway, as the painting began a few weeks ago before school let out for the summer, but a completion date has not been decided yet. There have been twelve students assigned to the mural by RWHS art teacher, Jessica George. George is helping coordinate her students and aide in painting the mural with them.
Those students are Sydney Gibson, Carly Royal, Dana Wright, Griffin Lewis, Katie Niece, Scarlet Branham, Charlee Billions, Abigail Wilburn, Brylin Coldiron and Brooklyn Bryant.
Alongside the new mural will be a display of donated historical artifacts, collected by Raceland City Chief of Police Don Sammons. The artifacts vary from photographs to women’s handbags but almost all of them come from the old Raceland racetrack which was closed in 1928. Sammons wants to show off this collection of racetrack memorabilia for visitors to the city building to see when they enter the lobby.
The city building mural project is the brainchild of city councilwoman Jackie Artis, while city worker and Raceland Fire Dept. firefighter Tyler Bradley contacted his cousin George to see if the school would assist with the mural project.
For more information concerning the city building mural or the historical artifacts display, please contact the City of Raceland at (606) 836-4522.
RACELAND – A new project is under way at the Raceland City Building, one that captures the local history of the city. The art students of Raceland-Worthington Independent High School (RWHS) have been commissioned to design and paint a mural for the lobby of the city building.
Progress is already underway, as the painting began a few weeks ago before school let out for the summer, but a completion date has not been decided yet. There have been twelve students assigned to the mural by RWHS art teacher, Jessica George. George is helping coordinate her students and aide in painting the mural with them.
Those students are Sydney Gibson, Carly Royal, Dana Wright, Griffin Lewis, Katie Niece, Scarlet Branham, Charlee Billions, Abigail Wilburn, Brylin Coldiron and Brooklyn Bryant.
Alongside the new mural will be a display of donated historical artifacts, collected by Raceland City Chief of Police Don Sammons. The artifacts vary from photographs to women’s handbags but almost all of them come from the old Raceland racetrack which was closed in 1928. Sammons wants to show off this collection of racetrack memorabilia for visitors to the city building to see when they enter the lobby.
The city building mural project is the brainchild of city councilwoman Jackie Artis, while city worker and Raceland Fire Dept. firefighter Tyler Bradley contacted his cousin George to see if the school would assist with the mural project.
For more information concerning the city building mural or the historical artifacts display, please contact the City of Raceland at (606) 836-4522.
Hey Y'all!
By: Cathie Shaffer
There are times in life that fill you with wonder. As in, "Wonder if I have any milk?" or "Wonder if I can put off the lawn a few more days?" to the most pressing ones like "Wonder if I remembered to pay the electric bill?" or "Wonder if I remembered to write down that last check?"
My world is so often full of wonder. Time was when my mind was like a steel trap, capturing everything and holding tight. Now it's more like a sink trap with one of those push-in drain stoppers that doesn't hold quite right.
The problem, I believe, is that I have reached the point in my life where I've learned so much that my brain is running out of room to store things. I picture it much like that closet in the unused bedroom, the one where things get stored that you should probably get rid of but may need someday.
I'm terrible about that. I need one, just one, wooden shim but all I could find were packages of 10. So I bought a package and instead of passing the nine remaining ones on, I have kept them.
Turns out that I actually needed two. The second one came into play when I needed something to put my window air conditioner at the right angle to keep the condensation, or whatever that water is, from running down on my inside wall.
The other eight languish on a shelf in the upstairs hall, forlorn bur not lonely since they have each other. I am not surprised that no one has called to ask if I have a shim I'm not using. I wish they would because that would be eight thing out of my house.
After having to sort out and dispose of my mother's earthly belongings, I decided my children would not have to take on such an onerous task when I went to the great beyond.
That's where this over-full mind thing comes into play. I look at some objects and wonder why I have them. Surely there was a reason for me to purchase eight pretty pulls that don't line up with the holes in my kitchen cabinet doors. Maybe I was going to drill new holes, although that doesn't sound like me at all. The quickest way to get help from my children is to casually mention I'm about to use a power tool. They drop everything and run to prevent that.
And why I do (did, now, since I gave it away) own a book on bear hunting in the great Northwest? I've only been to that neck of the woods a time or two and certainly not to trek off after big furry creatures.
The author's name didn't ring a bell so it was not a kindness buy from a friend.
I do not understand why I own three neon yellow tees either. I love my t-shirts, but most of them are pastels with some cute saying on the front. Maybe I was contemplating a career as a highway construction flagger and forgot that.
I've always heard it said that as you age, your short-term memory becomes poorer although you remember rich details from your younger years. I dare say I haven't reached that point yet. I can tell you almost word for word what the prolonger conversation was between the supermarket cashier and her customer a couple days ago as I waited to pay for my three items. I clearly remember dashing through the rain in my cute new flip-flops and wondering why I didn't have sense enough to wear real shoes.
And yet there are those moments of wonder I spoke of earlier. The deepest and longest wonders often come in the wee hours of the night when I wonder if I remembered to turn off the coffee pot or, better yet, wonder if I will manage to get back to sleep before the alarm clock goes off.
Worse, however, is wondering if I remember something right. Is my haircut Thursday of this week or Thursday of next? Did the doctor tell me to take Vitamin B or was it Vitamin D?
This much I do know: Most of those things I forget aren't very important because my life goes on as good or better than before. And really, isn't that what matters?
My world is so often full of wonder. Time was when my mind was like a steel trap, capturing everything and holding tight. Now it's more like a sink trap with one of those push-in drain stoppers that doesn't hold quite right.
The problem, I believe, is that I have reached the point in my life where I've learned so much that my brain is running out of room to store things. I picture it much like that closet in the unused bedroom, the one where things get stored that you should probably get rid of but may need someday.
I'm terrible about that. I need one, just one, wooden shim but all I could find were packages of 10. So I bought a package and instead of passing the nine remaining ones on, I have kept them.
Turns out that I actually needed two. The second one came into play when I needed something to put my window air conditioner at the right angle to keep the condensation, or whatever that water is, from running down on my inside wall.
The other eight languish on a shelf in the upstairs hall, forlorn bur not lonely since they have each other. I am not surprised that no one has called to ask if I have a shim I'm not using. I wish they would because that would be eight thing out of my house.
After having to sort out and dispose of my mother's earthly belongings, I decided my children would not have to take on such an onerous task when I went to the great beyond.
That's where this over-full mind thing comes into play. I look at some objects and wonder why I have them. Surely there was a reason for me to purchase eight pretty pulls that don't line up with the holes in my kitchen cabinet doors. Maybe I was going to drill new holes, although that doesn't sound like me at all. The quickest way to get help from my children is to casually mention I'm about to use a power tool. They drop everything and run to prevent that.
And why I do (did, now, since I gave it away) own a book on bear hunting in the great Northwest? I've only been to that neck of the woods a time or two and certainly not to trek off after big furry creatures.
The author's name didn't ring a bell so it was not a kindness buy from a friend.
I do not understand why I own three neon yellow tees either. I love my t-shirts, but most of them are pastels with some cute saying on the front. Maybe I was contemplating a career as a highway construction flagger and forgot that.
I've always heard it said that as you age, your short-term memory becomes poorer although you remember rich details from your younger years. I dare say I haven't reached that point yet. I can tell you almost word for word what the prolonger conversation was between the supermarket cashier and her customer a couple days ago as I waited to pay for my three items. I clearly remember dashing through the rain in my cute new flip-flops and wondering why I didn't have sense enough to wear real shoes.
And yet there are those moments of wonder I spoke of earlier. The deepest and longest wonders often come in the wee hours of the night when I wonder if I remembered to turn off the coffee pot or, better yet, wonder if I will manage to get back to sleep before the alarm clock goes off.
Worse, however, is wondering if I remember something right. Is my haircut Thursday of this week or Thursday of next? Did the doctor tell me to take Vitamin B or was it Vitamin D?
This much I do know: Most of those things I forget aren't very important because my life goes on as good or better than before. And really, isn't that what matters?