June 2023

Teaching How to Give and Receive Critical Feedback When I was in high school, my best friend and I built an electromagnetic engine for the school science fair. Using the power of electromagnets that we assembled using old copper wire found in a garage, we invented a device that could cure the world’s need of fossil fuels and save the planet from Global Warming.

Regardless what belief you might have about the birth of mankind, and the makeup of the human being, we must be grateful for the senses. There is sight and hearing and taste and smell, and lastly comes the one that, most times, gives the most contentment, touch. I will not base these assumptions on scientific research, or medical practice, but only from the findings of my heart. In all these long years of my life, I have had different levels of awareness. When I was about 22 or 23, I became aware that my senses had been strengthened, made more acute. At least that is the way I felt. Perhaps it was merely a wishful thought, or perhaps they were only brought to a more intent focus than before. I grew up in the country. I lived in the midst of the 20th century and in a place that was ripe with nature. With all its different characteristics, it was ripe with fragrance. Honeysuckle and jasmine and roses. The scents of the woods, and the scents of the wood as we harvested those woods. I lived with cows and horses and chickens and other farm related beasts. One might say they might not be the most soothing, but in a way, they are. The breath of a young calf or colt, the smell of a puppy or kitten. The smell of fresh hay in a barn. In my military service, I found my sense of smell in the jungles of Viet Nam to be amplified. Amplified to a point that it saved me from perhaps, misfortune. For the past 32 years, I have been in the Essential Oil and Fragrance business. That has been an education in itself. My eyes have seen great beauty, in all the wonders of the world - the jungles of Asia, the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, the deserts of Arizona, and numerous places in our country. Sight has brought pleasure in art - in our fellow creatures on the earth, the animals, the birds, even some of the insects. And the beauties of our fellow man and woman. The beauty of man, of both genders, are uplifting and inspiring, as they display the talents they are born with. I have learned wi

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 days are winding down to the big annual Fourth of July Celebration in Wynn Park.

I’m always looking for the honorable qualities in people who exhibit the traits of my grandparents’ generation. I admire that era called the Greatest Generation.