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  • Joined: December 14, 2022
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A time to soar: Celebrating the Class of 2025

Graduation marks more than just the end of high school—it’s a powerful beginning. For the Class of 2025, this milestone represents the culmination of years of hard work, growth and perseverance. It is a celebration of not only academic achievement but also the friendships made, challenges overcome and the dreams that have started to take shape.

FROM SCRATCH WITH JEN JEN

There’s a moment at every graduation party—somewhere between the balloon arch and a third loop of “Pomp and Circumstance” by the band—when the crowd starts to shift. The speeches are over. The grad has posed with everyone from grandma to their old T-ball coach. And then, like animals sensing a distant watering hole, the masses turn… toward the buffet table.

Rigdon shows the turkeys who’s boss

Sonny Rigdon, 91, poses with the 24-pound, 10-inch beard tom turkey he harvested around 3 p.m. on April 21. The bird had threequarter- inch spurs. Rigdon, who turns 92 on May 9, said, “This was the most enjoyable hunt I’ve ever been on.” Photo submitted

State Capitol Week In Review

The legislature completed the 2025 regular session after approving a balanced budget, increasing public school funding, making higher education more accessible and improving maternal health care.

Rambling Vines

The other day we were talking about school children selling things and I confessed that if I have the money on me and… if they take the trouble to come knock on my door… I will likely buy whatever it is that they are selling whether I need it or not. But if they try to sell over the telephone or have their mothers doing all the work, I’m really not too interested. I never did much selling when I was in the Elementary grades, mainly because I couldn’t be trusted. See, I had this habit of selling only until something better would come along, then I would just quit and spend what money I had collected. When the teacher started tallying up, I would be in big trouble because I would be out of Cloverine salve or packets of garden seeds but have no money to account for them. About two or three instances like that at school and after a week of threats to call Pistol Pete to come lock me up, mama would convince me that I was traveling on borrowed time and that she better never again find items to be sold in my book satchel. I also got in pretty well over my head one Summer on a punch board acquired from a woman down the street. The deal was to take the punch board around town asking people to punch. They would pay so much (anywhere from one to 29 cents per punch) and after the board was all punched out, the golden seal would be removed to see who had won the grand prize, Shucks, after a couple of days my curiosity took over and I sneaked off alone and raised that golden seal. Then I had to do away with the punch board. On this deal it was different, very different! I didn’t even get into too much trouble. Mama and the woman who let me have the punch board had it round and round and mama even threatened to call the law to come take her away to the calaboose because at that time punch board had been outlawed for children under a certain age, even though we still sneaked off to Clyde Lasater’s Grocery Store every time we go our hands on a penny, trying to win the chocolate rabbit or whatever was the grand prize at that time. We always took a delegation of witnesses along and here we would be all ganged around the candy counter with maybe one or two pennies, trying to decide which might be the lucky punch.