Editorial

Good morning, Table Talk friends and family.

During the course of the summer, area residents witnessed almost daily the much-awaited exterior of restorations at the Monroe Theatre. At the same time, the Theatre Committee continued to facilitate its plans for the theater and its audiences. The non-stop motion of both groups continues to bring enhancements and essential capital improvements to the Monroe Theatre.

With more than 41 babies “marching” across the platform on display, Hi Walters McWilliams, Times-Leader Columnist picked the three most attractive babies at the Beallsville School and Community Fair last Thursday. Winning ribbons were: first place, Alice Armenda Crum, 2, of Beallsville; second place, Carole McCormick, 1, of Beallsville.

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During Shadrack’s time in Ohio, Woodsfield was just being settled. On a certain Saturday in 1815 men were asked to help fell trees and clear an area of the town. In exchange for the hard work there would be a large kettle of “stew” to help. The recipe was well known and appears on Page 93 of the book. It follows - First, a large kettle, of gallons capacity, was placed upon the ground, resting upon three stones and a fire kindled under it. In it was put two or three buckets of water, a few pounds of maple sugar, a few ounces of allspice, which had been pounded in a rag, a pound of butter, and finally, two or three gallons of whiskey. When boiled the stew was taken off. With many strong arms and great quantities of stew, the county seat became a reality.

Work of electrifying the striking apparatus of the courthouse clock has been completed and townsfolk really appreciate hearing the old clock strike again.

Yesterday morning, the Bearded Guy lit a fire in the woodstove for the first time this fall. To take off the morning chill, he says, for these fall days when temperatures dip into the 40s and the house cools off overnight.

Stephen King’s House On July 29, 2011, Carol and I were in transit between Geneseo, New York and Montpelier, Vermont. We broke up the interstate… Login to continue reading Login…

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I miss my old neighborhood I drove back there today Somebody tore our house down And took the swing away My heart sank when I saw it I always loved it so They cut down the trees I planted So many years ago I went over to my friend’s house And had a cup of tea Oh! I miss my old neighborhood And I hope it misses me.