Opinion

After the Civil War ended the “boys in blue” returned to their homes and businesses. Not all the men returned. Many had lost their lives during the battles and many more were unable to return to their previous positions because of serious injuries.

Yellow Springs has been a busy community for many years, but during the last years of the 19th century, three major fires threatened to put an end to the downtown section of the village.

In 1856, Henry Schmidt, born in Germany, came to Xenia to make a living. He had less than $100 to invest but was determined become a successful businessman.

Once again, it is almost time for the Greene County Fair. This is certainly one of the highlights of the summer season.

The village of Clifton has not grown appreciatively over the years, but in spite of its size, there is a great deal of history in that town.

Nearly every community had an opera house. Some were large, some not so large, but they were constructed adequately for the number of residents who lived in that area

“If it wasn’t for the mist we could see your home across the bay. You always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock.” A quote by Jay Gatsby, from “The Great Gatsby,” by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

If you’re between the ages of 25 and 70, you probably either know someone who is caring for an elderly family member or special needs child, or you are doing it yourself. The Caregiver Alliance defines a “caregiver” in this way… A caregiver — sometimes called an informal caregiver — is an unpaid individual (for example, a spouse, partner, family member, friend, or neighbor) involved in assisting others with activities of daily living and/or medical tasks. Formal caregivers are paid care providers who work in one’s home or in a care setting (daycare, residential facility, long-term care facility).

An elderly gentleman sat quietly in a wheelchair, hunched and feeble, and his tired eyes peered through thick, smudged glasses. What remained of probably a head full of dark, wavy locks now lay in thin, white whisps. A young woman in a healthcare uniform sat next to him, smiling as she helped him eat some pudding from a small plastic cup. He looked longingly at the family sitting across the room entertaining what he assumed was a grandparent. His thoughts wandered back, 30, 40, and 50 years, to the days of his youth, as a young husband and father.

My children’s earliest memories likely include a silly ritual that shows we’re all in this together.