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On the Other Hand
Come on down to Marbletown PDF Print
Sunday, August 11, 2013 12:00 AM

I hope many of you are going to mosey on down to Marbletown and see what’s going on today.

The annual Marbletown Festival will have a little something for everyone. Be it a little frog jumping or maybe a Marbletown steak. I don’t think you can go wrong.

I think these kinds of things bring people together and make Delphos a better place to live than many others. A community that comes together to have fun and remember good times from days past is a nice place to be. We learn from history.

Whether you grew up there, are a transplant or come from across town — Marbletown’s the place to be today.

The events on the schedule for today are simple and fun. They will take you back to a much less complicated time when visiting with neighbors was common and everyone knew everyone. The front porch was the place to be after supper and there was always a hand in time of need. The common thread was people.

We are so busy these days and technology races to stay ahead of us. There’s always a faster way to do everything so more things can be done. We don’t take the time to enjoy a conversation or get to know each other anymore. Small talk is tossed around while racing from one place to the next.

The stories will be flying, so you’ll have to pay attention. There are some very funny tales that need to be passed along so they are not forgotten.

Many of you know that my father, Roger Briggs, grew up in Marbletown and his father, Earl Briggs, resided there until he entered a nursing home in his twilight years.

The Briggs homestead was on the corner of Clay and King streets. It was a small home with rolling floors and a huge yard with apple trees and a bountiful garden.

The neighborhood was full of children and we could scare up a game of something or other — whatever we were in the mood for.

So today, I’m just getting back to my roots — in Marbletown.

A star is born in Maryland PDF Print
Sunday, July 28, 2013 12:00 AM

Friday was the usual during the week Jay is in Ocean City, Md. Work, work, work. Get everything done. Then watch Lotus dance on the live feed.

What to do, what to do PDF Print
Friday, July 19, 2013 11:56 PM

So it’s that time again. As you read this, I will be taking my hubby to the airport for his annual trip to our niece’s national dance championships in Ocean City, Md.

With a week without my hubby and best friend stretching before me, I ask myself, “What to do, what to do?”

Things that make you go hmmmm PDF Print
Saturday, July 06, 2013 12:35 AM

So I’m sitting in the parking lot at The Herald after returning from delivering a newspaper. On the radio is a commercial for food banks. It’s 50 Cent talking for the average guy who has four mouths to feed and he lost his job.

“You might not pay attention to him but you will to me,” 50 Cent said.

Hmmm. Well, he had my ear. It seems 1 in 6 Americans don’t know where their next meal is coming from. Thanks, 50 Cent. I will think about that and see what I can do. We have numerous food pantries and drives, etc., to help feed our neighbors right here.

I get up to the newsroom and I’m visiting some news sites on the computer to see what this column will be about and there’s 50 Cent in the news but it’s not quite as warm and fuzzy as a public service announcement to help feed our neighbors. Here is part of the story:

On the Othe Hand: ...With a side of fish flies PDF Print
Friday, June 28, 2013 11:58 PM

So I’m looking forward to a little less hectic weekend. Last weekend was busy, busy, busy. Fresh off an awesome Relay for Life, Ringo, my man and I headed to Leisure Park for a little Bark for Life action.

Ringo of course, was super excited. He loves, loves, loves other dogs. He just wants to meet them and play and run. Alpha is no where in his vocabulary. He’s a player, not a fighter, and he doesn’t care who does what as long as he gets to do something.

After a steamy lap around the park for the guys, we all piled back in the car and headed to Michigan for our friend Steve’s graduation party. After a lot of hard work and a lot of patience from his wife, Jill, Steve-o got his master’s degree. Whoot, whoot.

When we arrived, the first thing we noticed were the fish flies. We had some experience with these pesky critters a few years ago but not to the extent we were about to. They were everywhere! Just hangin’ off stuff and lookin’ creepy. Hundreds, maybe thousands. Ugh! Bugs! Why?

Fishflies hatch each summer from eggs buried in the mud. They are around for about 4-5 days and then gone. The insects mate, lay eggs and die within 24 hours. The cycle continues several time over.

You have no idea unless you’ve come across the fishfly frenzy personally. Steve kept telling us fishfly facts such as they like the color white (the color of our car).

We got Steve a bug zapper as a graduation gift and he promptly plugged her in and let her go. Zap, zap, zap. Zaaaaaaaaaap. Yeah!

We spent the evening celebrating, had a great time and even managed to laugh about the plague besieging us.

Steve teased us that all the fishflies on our car were going to hang on all the way back to Ohio screaming, “Jay! Nancy! Take us home to the canal!”

My husband and I took turns checking each other out to make sure we didn’t have any guests hanging on us.

When we settled in the camper for the evening, my husband cocooned himself in a quilt, saying, “No fishflies gonna get me!”

I chose a sheet because it was warm outside and inside the camper and we weren’t opening the flaps just in case the fishflies knew a way in.

About an hour or so after I fell asleep, I awoke with a start. I was covered in a white sheet! OMG! Fishflies like the color white! I carefully lifted my head to see if I was covered in fishflies. What would I do if I was?

Whew. No fishflies.

We didn’t see too many of our friends on Sunday but managed to still have a few on the car when we got home. She was washed and shined on Monday.

On Tuesday, I was scrubbing out the kitchen sink. When I lifted the mat, there was a fishfly! What the …? How the …?

Ugh! Bugs! Why?


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