| THE PLAQUE: (excerpted) |
| By Jacob Hatfield |
| It was a cool day. Crisp, and gray. A light breeze whispering from the west.Dull green February grass sparsely covered the hilltop. I stood. Staring. Glaring. A weathered plaque in front of me.The Plaque was faded, like the day. But it was vibrant. It told of a battle. A raid. A victory for one. And a loss for another.An era of turmoil. Brother against brother. That was the mantra. That was the tale.I looked. I saw. Two battle formations described on the Plaque. One blue. One gray. A Union. And a Confederacy. |
| Reprinted from Saline Silhouettes, © 2009 |
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| OBEY YOUR DADDY (excerpted) |
| By Katie Sharon |
| I had recently retired from many years of teaching. During that time, I had seen and read about so many children in home situations that I knew should be different. Then I noticed a feature article in the Marshall Democrat News about CASA, Court Appointed Special Advocates, for children. Intrigued, I made inquiries and signed up for the training. So much information, so little time! |
| Reprinted from More Marshall MOments, © 2008 |
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| HOME TO MARSHALL (excerpted) |
| By Susan Long |
| Our Voyager van sailed along the highways from Iowa where we'd participated in the memorial service for Jim's mother. She'd been almost 98 when she died, two months ago in August, just a few weeks after her extended family had gathered for a reunion. That reunion was the last time many of us saw Mother. It seemed like the end of an era. |
| Reprinted from Marshall MOments, © 2007 |
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