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3 survey answers, of residents of the New Madrid Fault area.

The column was previously published in The Courier on January 14, 2021. It has been edited slightly.

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 1990

The family that dines together . . .

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 1990

Parts of this column were previously published in the Clay County Courier and have been rewritten and edited to address the topic of Banned Books Week. Books were in abundance in my childhood home.

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 1990 Dame Rumor… It beats all how quickly a rumor can start and how fast it can travel.

Telling someone’s story gives us the gift of seeing the world through their eyes. As the editor of The Courier, I have the distinct pleasure of telling the many stories in our community and specifically the story of our city.

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 1990 This is a rather interesting article I ran across while researching the 1931 Courier files.

The American Dream, particularly after the Great Depression, for a long time was to own a nice car, a big house, luxury vacations and expensive clothes. Those were the ultimate status symbols to indicate that people had “made it”. And I guess for some people those may still be their life goals. Chasing those types of riches can lead to soulless endeavors in the end. Some people believe retail therapy soothes their soul, but after the purchases are made and the new wears off, a vacant feeling can creep in.