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Today's Opinions

  • Christmas memories - from the community

    A trip down memory lane, cable cars

    How do you know what was your favorite Christmas past? I would like to say mine was Dec. 25, 1992, that was the last one we had with our son, for on Nov. 23, 1993, our son, Chuck was taken from us in a car accident.

  • Give things of eternal value this Christmas

    “Can I have a quarter please!”

    As a mother of four, these words make me cringe—knowing what my little guys are aspiring to get with this precious coin.

    You know, those vending machines at child-eye-level that have little trinkets of no value. Still the asking continues for a toy that will not even make it out of our vehicle into our house of more trinkets of little value.

  • Christmas traditions - from our house to yours

    To my surprise, my dad went to meet Santa

    It was around 1957, a dark wintry Christmas Eve, when my father announced that he was leaving to meet none other than the big man himself—Santa Claus.

    Santa had never made an appearance at my house, other than in the dead of night, when lights were out and everyone was asleep. And as far as I knew, my dad had never had a face-to-face meeting with him.

  • Christmas traditions - from our house to yours

    To my surprise, my dad went to meet Santa

    It was around 1957, a dark wintry Christmas Eve, when my father announced that he was leaving to meet none other than the big man himself—Santa Claus.

    Santa had never made an appearance at my house, other than in the dead of night, when lights were out and everyone was asleep. And as far as I knew, my dad had never had a face-to-face meeting with him.

  • Christmas traditions - from our house to yours

    To my surprise, my dad went to meet Santa

    It was around 1957, a dark wintry Christmas Eve, when my father announced that he was leaving to meet none other than the big man himself—Santa Claus.

    Santa had never made an appearance at my house, other than in the dead of night, when lights were out and everyone was asleep. And as far as I knew, my dad had never had a face-to-face meeting with him.

  • Christmas traditions - from our house to yours

    To my surprise, my dad went to meet Santa

    It was around 1957, a dark wintry Christmas Eve, when my father announced that he was leaving to meet none other than the big man himself—Santa Claus.

    Santa had never made an appearance at my house, other than in the dead of night, when lights were out and everyone was asleep. And as far as I knew, my dad had never had a face-to-face meeting with him.

  • Our Opinion 12.23.10

    “And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.

    And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.

    And all went to be taxed, everyone into his own city.

    And Joseph also went up from Gaililee out of the city of Nazareth, into Judea, unto the city of David which is called Bethlehem; (because he was o fthe house and lineage of David.)

    To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child

  • DOWN AND DIRTY 12.23.10

    Every couple of years I like to revisit my father’s favorite Christmas poem inspired by Clement Moore’s famous work ‘Night Before Christmas.’ The writer is unknown but he or she certainly was a gardener; and you may even get some last minute gift ideas from its verse.

    Fred Wiche, my father and the first Weekend Gardener, started writing this column years ago, imparting gardening advice and humor. When he died in 1998, I took up the pen with a sense of duty and excitement, recognizing this column as both an opportunity to learn and to honor his legacy. Thanks to him for getting me on my way and to you, my readers, whether regular or occasional, for keeping me steady upon the path.