April 2023

See Ya in th’ Funny Books

“Along time ago in a land far away”, this was not an unusual exchange between youngsters. Maybe even in Clay County, who knows. Here I go again, back on my favorite rant - people are not reading enough anymore. And it is beginning to show. I am not speaking out against teachers, Lord knows I don’t want their job. My wife just showed me an announcement by the Florida Department of Education. It had two words misspelled. Nope, not long hard words, just “ninth” and “twelfth.” Now, in case I am to be criticized for the many mistakes you may find in my spelling, I plead guilty, but I am also not the Florida Department of Education. I am just a hometown boy who had a 12th grade education from Corning High School with, I think, about a “B” level; by no means perfect. But back to reading, which is the basics to education. I started at about age 7, maybe earlier, with comic books my Grandpa Murley bought for me, bless his heart. He grew up in the hills of Mississippi, the son of a Confederate Veteran. He was born 20 years after that war was ended. He could write his name, and he could read and write some, but not much. My grandma would sit on Saturday nights and read him stories from a magazine of the 40’s and 50’s called “Ranch Romance,” stories of cowboys. He would have picked up the latest edition on his weekly trip of going to either Piggott or Corning for their supplies, and he would have picked me up at least two comic books. By the time I was 6 or 7 I was reading them cover to cover several times. They were a great asset to my learning to read and to my present addiction to reading. I pray they never find a 12-step program to end it! Whenever and wherever I found a Sunday newspaper I would be lost in the Sunday Funnies. These comics bred into me a desire to hear stories and to store up those stories in my mind to feed my imagination. Newspapers once filled the racks at all kinds of places including racks outside of stores, both coin operated

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Striding into the future . . .

In the coming weeks, high school seniors across the country will don caps and gowns and proudly walk across a stage to receive a diploma in the culmination of a 13-year goal that has taken the support of many people along the way in order to achieve it. Seniors, your family, in particular, has been with you every step of the way and I hope you thank them.

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RAMBLING VINES

For your reading enjoyment, we continue to publish Rambling Vines by the late Marylea Vines as she recalls events and names of Corning folks from many years ago. We are currently in the year 1989 The warm Spring weather has brought about a concerned effort by the credit card people to get folks signed u and they all want you to sign up right quick, within just a matter of days, before you have too much time to think about it.

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Ronnie Dewayne Brickley

Ronnie Dewayne Brickley, 64, Greers Ferry, AR., passed away on Wednesday, April 12, 2023 at Ozark Health Medical Center in Clinton, AR. Ronnie was born on February 14, 1959 in Moark, AR. He was a loving father and grandfather who enjoyed camping, fishing, and rock-n-roll music. He loved watching the Dallas Cowboys and Arkansas Razorbacks. He had a remarkable ability to make people laugh, often through stories about himself.

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John Russel Gerlach

John Russel Gerlach, 66, of Reyno passed away April 11, 2023 at Poplar Bluff Regional Medical Center in Poplar Bluff, MO. Mr. Gerlach was born March 15, 1957 in Milwaukee, WI. He enjoyed hunting, leathercrafting, model cars; his favorite being a bright orange Chevelle, model trains, and John Wayne. He loved fishing and his favorite holiday was Halloween. He proudly served his country as a member of the United States Army and he very much enjoyed reminiscing about his time in the service and traveling overseas. He was a member of the American Legion and Veterans of Foreign War. He was of the Church of Christ faith.

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