tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891440655682353792024-03-13T21:21:54.535-07:00Writer's BlockVintage Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05882012533514580949noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89144065568235379.post-697464039361509832011-04-13T07:21:00.000-07:002011-04-13T07:21:10.328-07:00Fabric, Florals, and Home DecorMy friend Karen Spratt Skillern and I spent an entire day just hanging out and catching up on old times last Friday.<br />
Our 30 year class reunion will take place this coming August. <br />
Karen is a talented florist and the owner/operator of Sassy Spratt, a Fabric, Floral and Gift Shop located at 118 Maloney Way in Mt. Sterling, Ky. <br />
What is so cool is that Karen and I are nursery mates. I was born April 20 and she was born the very next day at Mary Chiles Hospital, so we were in the baby nursery together and our moms were in the same recovery room.<br />
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Just a small sampling of what Sassy Spratt has to offer.<br />
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This is Karen working on a<br />
cute little gift basket. Karen might want to kill me for posting her photo...LOL<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>The little community of Banta covered an area on both sides of U.S. 68 near the original Gallows Hill Road. According to Wanda Hamm Dotson, Banta was believed to be named for one of the children of Andy Jackson Banta, who came to Nicholas County with his wife and children by horse and wagon from Missouri over 100 years ago.</b> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">I would love to have the names of each student in this photograph!! </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">My paternal grandmother was Willie Lee Hawkins </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">My paternal great grandparents were Marion Francis and Ella Mae Banta Hawkins. My great, great grandparents were Anderson Henry and Kiziah Minerva Soper Banta.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">Kiziah's parents were Elizabeth Boardman, she married Henry Soper.</span></b><br />
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</span></b>Vintage Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05882012533514580949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89144065568235379.post-4081691717424733172011-01-01T08:09:00.000-08:002011-01-02T06:56:22.216-08:00A look back at 2010January found me laid-off once again.<br />
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February was also the month I went to Jail.........well I went to cover the demolition of the Fleming County Jail that is......<br />
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April was the month I made a very crazy dash to open my own little Cafe. The Lunch Box was cute dream, but.........Kym is not a business minded person!!!<br />
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In August, my youngest, Emily, started her Senior Year of High School and Natalie and Lee-Roy also went back to school.<br />
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The Highlight of October was gettin' to cover the very first HoeDown in the Holler........thank you Kimber Goodwin!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1C3jnHLnb4/TRim7YHy3jI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3PGF9YojwQU/s1600/Terry%2527s+Camera.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1C3jnHLnb4/TRim7YHy3jI/AAAAAAAAAR0/3PGF9YojwQU/s320/Terry%2527s+Camera.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I may have missed Bill stoppin by the DQ in Fleminsburg, actually I did see him exiting from the back door and makin a run for his SUV, holdin' tight to his O'Boy!!, but I was at the Mason County Event and got to photograph the man up close and personal...haha......and then when Chelsea stumped for her momma Hillary at Caproni's on the River, well I was right there. Now, Chelsea was so very kind, but that one Secret Service feller, kept his eye on me. I reckon he thought I was plannin' on kidnapping Chelsea. However, what I did want to kidnap was my friend Terry Prather's fine Camera!!!!<br />
I followed Bills Black SUV all the way into Flemingsburg but they turned off on the by-pass. Word was his SSM decided they didnt have time to stop at the DQ. I went on down to the DQ and waited along with nearly every citizen in Fleming County.<br />
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The last pic is Terry's backside, and I think I stepped on his heels......but wow i sure do love that camera!!Vintage Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05882012533514580949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89144065568235379.post-41897874378615196762010-12-27T05:12:00.000-08:002010-12-27T05:12:05.565-08:00Confessions of a junk'n fool<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1C3jnHLnb4/TRiObVMOLBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6GI2ndAN8yc/s1600/400+mile+sale+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1C3jnHLnb4/TRiObVMOLBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/6GI2ndAN8yc/s320/400+mile+sale+008.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</style> <![endif]--> <div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Photos are from the 400 mile yard sale. One year Tisha and I covered the event for the Messenger. We traveled down US 68 in to Paris and hit nearly every sale along the way. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"> <i>This is my column that appeared a few weeks before the 400 mile sale</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">I have to admit that I am a yard sale junkie! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">I remember back in the early 1970’s when (gasp) it was considered tacky to even have a yard sale, let alone be caught shopping at one.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">But thankfully times have changed and some of the most elite citizens of society can be seen wrestling another shopper for a great bargain.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">And if you think folks don’t get a little hostile when it comes to someone else getting in their territory at a yard sale, think again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">I have actually seen grown women in a hot game of tug-of-war over some item they both desired.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">The rule of what is actually your domain at a yard sale is a spoken one. If you happen to put down something you plan to purchase, then you just lost that item. Every yard sale junkie knows that cardinal rule.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">And you can bet there will be several others who have their eye on that very item you put back on the table, like vultures, they will swoop down and snatch that item up.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">When I first started hitting yard sales, I didn’t know about the “put it down rule and you just lost it,” and lost out on some great bargains.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Now if I find something I know I can’t live without, well I hold on to it for dear life.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Old pros like me have learned to start scanning a sale while driving up to where it is being held. No kidding, as soon as you get near the site, your eagle eyes take effect and you can spot items even before putting the car in gear. Just don’t forget to put the car in gear before jumping out and racing toward the sale in a mad frenzy to beat that lady in the blue dress that is already walking toward your claim. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">If you really have to have that item you can always resort to screaming, hey, don’t touch that bookcase, I have already decided that it is mine. That is if you don’t mind all the evil stares you will get.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Serious yard sale shoppers will stop at nothing to seize the deal of the day, so you do have to be prepared when you are going to a yard sale.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">For starters you have to study the yard sale ads like you were going to have a final exam on them the next day. Then you have to circle in red the ones that sound the most promising. Next, especially since you may even have to take out a bank loan in order to gas up the car, you have to plan your route. Don’t forget to eat a good healthy breakfast before heading out because believe me you will need plenty of energy for a full day of running around to at least 20 yard sales. That is if you have done your homework and you have circled sales from at least five different county newspapers.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Now that you have the best laid plans mapped out you need someone to ride shot gun so you will have an extra set of eyes to spot the great deals, and you’re good to go.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">A seasoned yard sale junkie will start out before the crack of dawn, so if you plan to get any bargains for your self you had better learn to wake up very early beginning on Thursday mornings </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Every year I have noticed that there are more and more yard sale shoppers to compete with, so getting to the sale early is very crucial.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">Home decorating items seem to be the first bargains to go and they are my absolute favorite. You can redecorate your entire house on even the tightest budget by shopping at yard sales. I happen to love good quality cooking pans, but could never afford their hefty price tag. Thanks to others who buy them and for some reason decide they don’t need them anymore I have been able to fill my cabinets with all different sizes of quality pots and pans, and some good baking dishes too! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";">After a long day of bargain hunting you can relax with your yard sale buddy and enjoy a cold drink and get a head start on planning your outings for next weekend’s yard sales.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Vintage Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05882012533514580949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89144065568235379.post-6535040551166789532010-12-27T04:40:00.000-08:002010-12-27T04:49:33.689-08:00Christmas Memories from the Original Messenger Staff<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1C3jnHLnb4/TRiKIqTJDAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/w9-X4J8efWI/s1600/Christmas+Trip+2005+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z1C3jnHLnb4/TRiKIqTJDAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/w9-X4J8efWI/s320/Christmas+Trip+2005+012.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>The photo above is of our Messenger staff Christmas trip to Gatlinburg Tennessee. The late Ernie Cox, with Charter Bus Tours, was our driver as was Fred Crump.<br />
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My birthday is December 24 and mom always let me pick out something from under the tree for my birthday present. One year I got a pink Barbie corvette. My girls today still play with it. I never got to have a birthday party, but I always felt special because my birthday was on a special day. On Christmas morning we’d get up and open the rest of the presents. It is different I guess than having several brothers and sisters. Being an only child Christmas morning at the Thomas house was a quiet event. My mom and dad and I would eat dinner then we would hand out the presents. There is a little more excitement on Christmas morning at my house as Tabitha, Larissa, Lonnie and I open our gifts. When I was young we’d go to Mamaw Thomas’ house first. Mamaw would be in the kitchen cooking and papaw would be sitting in his chair. We were always the first ones to arrive at Mamaws house. My dad’s brother, Doug, and his family would stop by. We’d eat dinner and then go to Mamaw and Papaw Landsaw’s and would stay at their house for a while. Then we’d stop back in at Mamaw and Papaw Thomas’ and visit with my dad’s brother Allen because he came in later. That was Christmas for many years as I can remember. <b><i>Tisha Thomas Mitchell</i></b><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;">My favorite Christmas memory was the year I got my record player. I really thought I was cool when I got to play and sing along to the songs on my Partridge Family album. And did I ever think David Cassidy was it as I listened to him belt out the tune of <i>I think I love You</i>. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;">Christmas at the Gardner house was a fun filled holiday as my brothers Rod, Gary and Jeff opened their gifts of fire engines and BB guns and my sister Rhonda Faye and I opened our dolls. I loved baby dolls but didn’t much care for Barbie dolls. Santa always brought us the prettiest baby dolls. My brother Rod always wanted to do art work on our dolls and would draw them some new eyelashes among other features I won’t mention.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;">We would always be happy with the gifts we got and we played with them year round. We got things we needed too like hats and gloves to keep us warm in the cold winter months. Mom always cooked a wonderful Christmas meal and each year she would make us some chocolate fudge and cream candy, which was a big deal to us. Just the idea of knowing that our mother made it for us was made the candy very special. Anything that a mom makes for her kids is always special and I realized that even when I was a child. I think we should all truly appreciate each year that we are able to celebrate such a blessed season with our family and loved ones. Having family who loves and cares for each other is reason enough to celebrate anytime of the year. I try to keep the spirit of Christmas alive in my heart all year long.-<b><i>Debbie Gardner McCord</i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;"><b>Kym's Memories </b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;">All my childhood memories of Christmas are special. Back in those days we didn’t get stuff year ‘round so the anticipation of Christmas morning was pure exhilaration.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;">Mommy always made sure that first and for most we understood the true meaning of Christmas. She would tell us about how Jesus was born and about the Star of wonder and how the kings and wise men followed that bright star to Bethlehem to give gifts to the Holy child. Daddy loves Christmas and he always made sure all our childhood Christmas mornings were memorable. To this day I don’t know who is more excited, daddy or all the grand kids when we open gifts.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;">When I think back to those days of Christmas when I was a little girl I remember the excitement of knowing that on Christmas morning we would wake up to find all kinds of new stuff to play with. By the time all six of us had opened our gifts our living room looked like a toy shop. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;">I can’t decide whether my favorite memory was the Christmas we all got new bicycles or the year I got my first tape recorder or the year we got those big wheels or maybe it was the year Dwayne got that race car track. I didn’t really like baby dolls or Barbie dolls. I loved the dump trucks and BB guns my brothers opened on Christmas morning. Our house was filled with lots of noise as we tore into our gifts. Christmas Eve night was our traditional time to go to Mamaw Pettit’s house to open gifts and to have our Christmas dinner. Papaw always had each of us a little brown bag filled with fruit and holiday candy. I remember how I was always fascinated with the nativity figurines that always sat beneath mamaw’s Christmas tree. I loved the tiny and delicate baby Jesus in the manger and the rich colors of the wise men’s robes and turbans. Somehow I managed to get mamaw to give me those old family heirlooms that once belonged to my great grandmother. Each year I carefully unpack the time worn figures of Mary, (uh, well I have lost Joseph) and the three wise men to be placed among my own Christmas decorations.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;">Our house is still filled with lots of noise on Christmas day when our family gets together to celebrate. Each year it is like having an extra special gift to open as we watch our kid’s excitement on Christmas morning and we let our memories drift back to our own childhood.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 9pt;">Kymberly Hawkins King</span></i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal">From the hearts and homes of the Messenger Staff, to the hearts and homes of everyone, we wish you a Very Merry Christmas season and a truly meaningful New Year filled with love, health and prosperity.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Vintage Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05882012533514580949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89144065568235379.post-4516361441668294482010-12-26T07:58:00.001-08:002010-12-27T06:20:10.875-08:00Fun in a small townRoller skating was so much fun. My sisters and I would skate all over town and a few times April and I roller skated all the way down Flat Creek road to our friend Diane Whites house. <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">My sister Claudia was quite brave on her roller skates. One day she told me how much fun it was to grab hold of the back of the garbage truck as it came down the stop light hill. Well, she was right; every once in a while we could both be seen rolling down the hill holding on to the back of the garbage truck. (Please do not try this).</div><div class="MsoNormal">In the summertime, when it got dark, we would go up town and skate down Sharpsburg’s main street. We would skate for a while then go down to Burton’s Country Boy’s Grocery and buy us a fresh peach and sit on the side walk in front of Richmond’s pool room and eat our peaches. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Skating under the stoplight made us feel like we were stars in a skating show. </div><div class="MsoNormal">When the light would change it would cast pretty colors of faded green, red and yellow on the highway.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Sometimes my best friend Missy Pettit and I would start at the top of the stoplight hill and skate all the way down the road to the entrance of the Sharpsburg School house. </div><div class="MsoNormal">One time we only made it half way down the hill before crashing into the ditch. That was not so fun. But no matter how many times we fell and busted our butts, we loved lacing up our skates every day. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Sometimes we would get to go the Salt Lick skating rink where we got to skate to music. But the best fun was spent skating on the streets.</div><div class="MsoNormal">When it turned cold and the ground was covered with snow we would spend hour’s sleigh riding. Sometimes the whole community would get together and build a bon-fire to keep us warm. </div><div class="MsoNormal">I remember the Martin’s, Doug, Mike, and their parents, Dorothy and Raymond, Daphne, Larry and Donna Fair, Jeff and Greg Martin, Mike and Danny Warner and a most of us Hawkins’ sledding down the alley behind our house. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Most of us had a sled but we also used old car hoods. We would take the car hoods over to the Hart farm where there was a big hill to slide down. The car hoods would go down a hill super fast. Please don’t try this either, car hoods have sharp edges that could be very dangerous.</div><div class="MsoNormal">During the long days of no school we would spend nearly the entire day out side playing in the snow. April and I loved to make snow angels, and William always made him some kind of snow skies out of old curtain rods and would ski down the hill behind the Marathon station. </div><div class="MsoNormal">We would have snowball fights and build snow houses and just plain old had a lot of fun back in those days. </div><div class="MsoNormal">It would be fun to go sleigh riding again and join the whole community in keeping warm by a bon-fire, and it would really be fun to put on a pair of roller skates and skate to my hearts content then sit on the side walk and eat a fresh peach. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div>Vintage Kymhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05882012533514580949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89144065568235379.post-64398371815997482672010-09-16T20:18:00.000-07:002010-09-16T20:18:15.304-07:00Keepin up AppearancesI sure need to update this place a little more often.<br />
It's been a busy week with covering drug busts and parades and a family getting to fulfill their dreams of being homeowners with the help of our local Habitat For Humanity Chapter and a fun nite bidding for cool stuff at the Quarter Auction that was held at Double S Entertainment.<br />
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Lots of fun and rewarding time spent with my two pumpkins, Ada and Macy, my sweet, sweet little grandbabies.<br />
And the excitement of Swing on Main this Saturday, so stay tuned for photos of that wonderful event.<br />
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You can view photos and stories I have covered at www.flemingcountybulletin.com<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1C3jnHLnb4/TJLcXo-RguI/AAAAAAAAAPU/7qqSXVxmECU/s1600/Quarter+Auction+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1C3jnHLnb4/TJLcXo-RguI/AAAAAAAAAPU/7qqSXVxmECU/s320/Quarter+Auction+037.JPG" /></a></div>Above is a photo of the Quarter Auction.....next one is Monday, Oct. 4.....bring a friend, you never know what great item you get, and you could get it for just 25 cents!!<br />
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My two little pumpkins, i like them A LOT<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1C3jnHLnb4/TRdpCxaNuEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_ECFbVM2KKY/s1600/Poston+Pie+Social+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z1C3jnHLnb4/TRdpCxaNuEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/_ECFbVM2KKY/s320/Poston+Pie+Social+026.JPG" width="318" /></a></div>I love the charm of one-room schools. This is the Posten School in Fleming County. Students in Mr. Charles Berry's Ag. Department renovated this treasure a few years ago. The following article is one I did for the Messenger when the renovations were still underway.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">When the students in Charles Berry’s Agriculture Construction class were given an opportunity for a realistic glimpse into the past they jumped at the chance.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Several months ago Charles Berry, who is the Agriculture Construction teacher at Fleming County High School, approached the Browning Family with an offer to repair and restore the old Poston School.</div><div class="MsoNormal">The Fleming County Nature Preserve Project, Amy Kennedy with the Buffalo Trace Area Development District, and Steve Donovan, director for the Fleming County Economic Development, have provided assistance for renovations to the school.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Located alongside the edge of the woods near Browning’s Orchard in rural Fleming County, Poston School was originally a log structure.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“I found a date of 1916 on a piece of wood,” Berry said. “There was a log school here that burned in 1915 and this school was built at the site.” </div><div class="MsoNormal">At the end of the school term in 1953 the Poston School closed and students were sent to a two-room school in the nearby community of Wallingford.<br />
Berry and his students have accomplished quite a bit of work since last October to preserve a slice of local history in the community.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Once work began Berry was surprised to find out how sturdy the old building was despite years of neglect.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“When we started work last summer poison ivy and taken over the place,” Berry said. “We cleared out all the overgrowth and hauled over 100 wheelbarrows of dirt. One corner of the building had to be raised two feet and the county donated a load of rocks so we could replace the foundation,” Berry said.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Berry attended a one-room school when he was a child and has always wanted to renovate a one-room school.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“When I was in first and second grade my early education took place in a one-room school just outside of Ashland, Kentucky, “Berry said. I was excited to discover the old Poston School and thrilled with the opportunity to renovate the building. This is something I have wanted to do for a long time,” Berry said.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Most of the exterior and the inside walls are original but a new floor has been added and stained to look authentic.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“We made a mixture of stain for the floor with a gallon of burnt motor oil, kerosene and black paint,” Berry said. “What we ended up with was a blackened, oiled floor that looks just as it would have when students filled this room.”</div><div class="MsoNormal">While Berry and his students labored to remove the damaged part of the old blackboard they discovered a mural hidden beneath the surface.</div><div class="MsoNormal">“As we carefully removed a piece of the blackboard we could see some artwork and writing,” Berry said. “The discovery of the mural was so exciting. Sixty or seventy years ago one of the students had cut out characters from a coloring book and painted cows on the wall behind the blackboard and they had titled the mural “Before we go to Poston School we bring in the Cows.” </div><div class="MsoNormal">The mural has been sent to be professionally restored and will be brought back to claim its original place at the school.</div><div class="MsoNormal">The windows and doors have also been sent for repairs. The roof has been repaired and a fresh coat of paint has been added to the inside walls.</div><br />
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Our most photographed bridge is the Goddard White Bridge. With the quaint country church in the background it's easy to see why so many people love to take photos of this bridge.<br />
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Grange City Covered Bridge<br />
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