Opinion

Bob Mitchell: Cooling pools of past years

A dastardly act at the city pool cut short the cooling off time of the facility, with hopes those responsible would hopefully pay for their misdeed. That facility was important to the people, especially during hot weather, just as those of the past served water lovers. Some of those pools of years gone by served their purposes until regulations arrived that those without treatment facilities could no longer exist in rural communities.
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Kyle Troutman: Holes in paddling

It’s rare for a Barry County school to make national and international headlines, but for the last two weeks, Cassville has made the rounds. From the Springfield paper to CNN and KY3 to the Guardian in the United Kingdom, the coverage of the district’s re-instatement of its corporal punishment policy was just as disappointing as the policy change itself.
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Darlene Wierman: It’s time to say goodbye

When I walked into the Cassville Democrat office that October day in 1970 and was greeted by Kathryn Mitchell at the front desk, sitting there with her Bible in front of her, I thought this would probably a good place to work. Shortly after that, Bob and Sue Mitchell came in all excited about a new church building site where they had just been for a ribbon cutting for the First Christian Church. I told them my friend Mildred Hare over in the Standard Mutual Ins. office told me there might be an office position opening up because Johnnie Edie was leaving to have a baby. Although I had no knowledge of newspaper publishing, I did have a background in bookkeeping and what a busy office was like, which was my previous job in Colorado where I had been employed as the school district’s executive secretary and bookkeeper for several years.
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Kyle Troutman: A year in fatherhood

I officially have more than 365 days of fatherhood under my belt. Maybe it’s because sleep has been at a premium at times, but it sure doesn’t feel that long ago I was holding my 6-pound, 11-ounce newborn and fawning over her monkey- sounding cry. A week after, I was hugging my second as she completed our Troutman four. A year later, our nearly 20-pound one-year-old is hitting milestone after milestone, almost too quickly for us to keep up.
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