By Gretchen Ritchey
I remember as a child my grandfather, Myrtic Ashley, plowing his garden using a mule.
Iâll never be a Maya Angelou. I believe if you talk to most people who become journalists or writers, they will say they realized their serious love for writing in about fifth or sixth grade. At Smith Elementary, it was sixth grade for me â when we read âI Know Why the Caged Bird Singsâ in Mr. Brookâs literature class.
It was too deep for me to grasp at the time, but I was most impressed with the fact that I was studying something in school that a woman from Arkansas had written. I couldnât understand her struggle or her pain, so her triumphs were lost on me.
By Gretchen Ritchey, staff writer â
âThe Lone Rangerâ fell to âDespicable Me 2â in its opening weekend, although Iâm not sure why.
Welcoming a new puppy onto the farm can sometimes be difficult.
I acquired a Great Pyrenees/Anatolian Shepherd mix female puppy a few weeks back. Yes, sheâs going to be a very large dog if her size at nine weeks is any indication.
I gave her the name Izzy. Not sure why I decided on Izzy, but it sounded good and was easy to speak. I call her âIzâ for short when sheâs being a cute and cuddly puppy.