Nappanee Advance-News, Volume 135, Number 50, Nappanee, Elkhart County, 15 December 2016 — Page 4
Advance News • Thursday, December 15, 2016
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50 statute of limitations
If it weren't for the fact that the statute of limitations has
run out I might not be telling you this story. But it has, so I will. Basically I'm a law abiding citizen, but we all have a weak spot. For me it's Bob
Dylan. You know. The Nobel Prize Laureate, for Literature. The guy with the guitar and the raspy Voice who writes poetry and sings and changes the world. Blowing in the Wind. A Hard Rain's a-Gonna Fall. Money doesn't talk, it swears. Who killed Davey Moore? The Ballad of Emmet Till. Mister Tambourine Man. Desolation Row. Like A Rolling Stone. That guy. That Nobel prize changes everything. Bob Dylan's songs are appearing in commercials more than ever. You just don't know they're Bob Dylan songs because someone else sings them. Proving the only thing better than a Bob Dylan song is a Bob Dylan song sung by somebody else. Because even us fanatics have to admit when it comes to Dvlan's voice, it takes some getting used to. Back in the old days there weren't enough Dylan albums to suit us true fans, but there was something called Bootleg records. Illegal releases of live stuff. "The Basement Tapes," recorded in a house called Big Pink with a band so great it was simply called The Band. Stuff Bob Dylan recorded and refused to release. When I was a high school student in Azusa, California, I would go to this swap meet every Saturday at the drive-in movie theater on old Highway 66 two miles from my home. There was this guy who would look both directions and then sell you albums like "The Great White Wonder." Plain wrappers. Maybe a mimeographed sheet with the song list. Forbidden fruit for a couple of bucks. The Holy Grail of Bootlegs was The Royal Albert Hall Concert in London. It was real high quality sound, meaning someone must have stolen the soundboard tapes. After the acoustic half of the concert Dylan and The Band played to thunderous boos from fanatic Folk Music fans. Right before the finale, "Like a Rolling Stone," some guy in the audience shouts "Judas!" Dylan hollers back, "I don't believe you. You're a liar." And then, if you turned up your record player really loud, you can hear Dylan tell The Band, "Play it really loud." Only he doesn't say 'really.' It was a famous, an infamous concert. Dylan versus the world. Best two bucks I ever spent. The years go by, Dylan released all that bootleg stuff in a series of albums called bootlegs, although now they were perfectly legal. And it turned out that the Royal Albert Hall Concert actually took place in Manchester, not London. Now there is a 36 CD set of all the live concerts from that 1966 tour. Some are well recorded. Some are imbalanced. Some were originally recorded illegally by folks in the audience. Recently I've been listening to the CDs while driving in my car. You know something? No matter how many times I hear Visions of Johanna, One Too Many Mornings, Leopard Skin Pillbox Hat, or Like a Rolling Stone, I never get tired of them. They never get old. It's just as thrilling to listen to it this music legally as it was when it was illegal. Its just as much fun. The only difference between being a Dylan fan now and being a Dylan fan then is the Nobel Prize. It lets us be just a hair more snobbish about listening to Bod Dylan. Frank Ramirez is the Senior Pastor of the Union Center Church of the Brethren.
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County Road KH Seven By Frank Ramirez, Pastor
Community
You’re lighting my way, Dad
Without really realizing it, I suppose I had been subliminally boycotting the holiday season. It began with the subtie things, the knee-jerk responses I was having to certain moments. Changing the radio station whenever Christmas music would start to play. Dodging the ques-
tions from my children about when we would be getting our Christmas tree. Leaving the room as the television streamed a seemingly endless barrage of holiday commercials. And then one day, it struck me. I knew exactly why I wasn't ready for the holidays to arrive. It wasn't the festivities that I was dreading. It was the memory of what had happened a year ago. The day of November 28, 2015 started normally enough. My Hannah went out to enjoy a matinee with her dad, and Rebekah, Josiah, and I had just sifted through our stash of glittery decorations and colored lights, all ready to spiff up our new Christmas tree. And while we three sat and laughed cheerfully at the cute ornaments my children had made in school, we also reminisced about Christmases past. In the midst of the camaraderie, the phone rang. It was my mother, letting me know that my dad had been in a car accident. Admittedly, I took this news quite nonchalantly at first. Dad delivered newspapers part-time in the most rural parts of Marshall County, and I assumed that this was another one of those occasions where it was Dad versus a deer. Lord knows he'd experienced that often enough. But then my mother said, "They won't tell me anything. I don't know how badly he's hurt." She promised to keep me informed, and then she hung up. Yet somehow, I knew that this time, it was more than a simple fender-bender. Sure enough, the phone continued to ring, the news growing progressively more urgent and ominous. Through sheer willpower, I managed to keep my demeanor calm, so as not to rankle the children. I continued hanging ornaments, albeit very slowly and methodically. It was like trying to maneuver through water, each movement heavy and lumbering. When my aunt called and said, "You need to get up here as soon as you can," I told her to tell me the truth. "Please just tell me now," I implored. "How bad is he? "He's not going to make it," she said. My father died later that afternoon, peacefully and with the final loving words of my mother, my sister, and I among the last sounds he heard. Christmas that year was difficult. We had always enjoyed supper with my folks and my sister's family in Plymouth. That year, my mother lit a candle and set it at the head of the table, where Dad usually sat. We told him how we missed him, how we wished he could be with us, and we hoped he was having a Merry Christmas. A short time later, my Rebekah wandered into the dining room and cheerfully chirped, "Hi, Grandpa's candle!" And that flame flickered and danced like a sparkler. "Look, Rebekah," I said with wonder in my voice. "You made Grandpa laugh." One year later, the memories were still too fresh, too vivid. The magnificent, the sorrowful, and the bittersweet. All of which consumed my thoughts a few nights ago as the darkness was coming on. There is a space in my house where there is a special place
100 YEARS AGO DECEMBER 15, 1916 Nappanee is the center of a rich and prosperous territory, and as such, is the logical trading point for this community. Complete and varied stocks of merchandise, fair prices, courteous treatment and modem merchandising methods attract hundreds of buyers from surrounding territory to Nappanee each week. By drawing a circle entirely around Nappanee for a distance of fifteen miles in each direction, you have the territory from which trade comes to this city. Good roads have been an important actor in the mercantile growth of Nappanee. The improvements that have taken place in the last few years have made Nappanee accessible to many communities, and this has resulted in attracting the trade from these localities. Nappanee Lodge, No. 566 F. & A.M. will hold their second annual banquet at the Coppes Hotel this Friday evening at 8 o'clock. More than 125 are expected to be present. Chas. A. Baker will act as toastmaster, and M.D. Price, Mel Stuckman, Frank Warren, C.R. Stoops, H.L. Guth, H.J. Rickert, Mrs. E.T. Playne, and Mrs. H.R. Stauffer are on the program for response. The Huff orchestra from Bremen, and Miss Maude Beyler, soloist, will furnish the musical program. 75 YEARS AGO DECEMBER 18,1941 Several minor accidents occurred during the past week in the city. Icy streets was the principal cause of most of the accidents. Ralph Hollar and Carl Hauman of South Milwaukee, Wis. were involved in a minor accident on the square Thursday evening. Lauman was driving west on Road 6 and failed to see the stop signals, striking the Hollar car. Damage was estimated at $42.25 to the Hollar machine and Lauman made a cash settlement. Sunday evening Howard Harar of Middlebury and Edgar Ringenberg had a collision at the comer of the Evangelical church. Harar was driving east and Ringenberg south, when the cars collided at the intersection. Damage to the two machines was estimated at $67. Richard Evans was arrested at about 2 o'clock Sunday morning after he had taken part in a fist fight with Uriah Sheley, proprietor of the Tavern Grill. Evans refused to leave the Tavern after the closing hour and finally when Sheley insisted, he started to take his glass with him. Outside the glass was broken and an exchange of blows followed. Some time ago, Evans was arrested on an identical charge. His case has been taken under advisement by the local Justite-df the Peace. Evans pleaded guilty to the charges when brought into court, of disorderly conduct.
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All those years ago
Wisdom and Whimsy By Amy Lant-Wenger, Assistant Editor
good night to my babies, and came back downstairs to work. And that's when I saw it. Dad's tree, in all of its regalia, fully lit and twinkling with a luminous glow about the room. I stood there positively stunned. I knew I had turned off that switch. Something told me to leave it aglow, so that I did. When we awoke the next morning, the tree was dark. I drew in my breath for a second, and then I felt in my heart what was happening. Dad was telling me that it's okay to celebrate. He would not have wanted it any other way. And although he won't be here to deliver the heartfelt family prayer, he won't be here to see his five grandchildren open their gifts with delight in their eyes, and he won't be here to help Mom pick up the mountains of gleefully tossed wrapping paper with a giant smile on his face... ...he is still here. And he's with us forever, just beyond our sight, waiting in a world we know not of yet. Merry Christmas, Dad. Even now, you're still lighting my way.
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50 YEARS AGO DECEMBER 15, 1966 There was a goodly group from the Wa-Nee Citizens Committee at the School Board meeting Monday, so the meeting had to be moved to larger and more comfortable quarters. S. Edward Weaver of the Citizens Committee presented the petition asking for two high schools in the district. This petition had never been presented to the School Board, but had been given instead to the County Zoning Board of Appeals. Dale Christner reported on preliminary meetings with Concord School District. He said that this body would be interested in discussing the possibility of annexing certain portions of Wa-Nee. Legally, Christner explained, it would take resolutions from both school boards involved. Dr. Abel and Russell Wenger had appointments for Wednesday to discuss the same matter with Baugo and Goshen. ) Dr. Ed Eichenberger, president of DIP, Inc. told about the three years' progress of the Nappanee Community Swimming Pool at Monday's Kiwanis meeting. Dr. Eichenberger said that the pool had been truly a community project. People in Nappanee and the surrounding area had given $65,000 for its construction, and such companies as the Nappanee Utilities Company, NIPSCO, the Nappanee Telephone Company, and the Nappanee Street Department had all given labor and materials which had kept the total price down. Eichenberger estimates that, if the pool construction were to have started this year, the total cost of it would have been about $90,000.
25 YEARS AGO DECEMBER 18, 1991 Members of the Wa-Nee school board agreed to work in conjunction with the town of Wakarusa and the Northern Indiana Educational Service Center to accomplish two seperate projects. The school board will be working with the city of Wakarusa to develop the playground and park area surrouding the new Wakarusa School. Town Manager Tom Roeder represented Wakarusa, asking for the board's cooperation. Members also committed to an agreement with Northern Indiana Educational Service Center in order to purchase property in the South Bend area to facilitate a warehouse for the many computers and supplies the schools purchase from the NIESC. In keeping with a 12 year tradition of starting his meetings on time, keeping a short agenda, and an average of half an hour city council meetings (except those concerning hot topics), Mayor Robert Callander called his last city council meeting to order Monday, December 16 at precisely 7 p.m. The board took less than fifteen minutes to accept Clerk/ Treasurer Kim Ingle's November report of Committees, Board, and 1 Commissions, claims totaling $187,546.98, and the transfering of funds between various departments to accommodate expenditures.
set up for me to talk to my dad. At the centerpiece of it all is a tiny tree that was given to me at his funeral. I keep it lit as the mood strikes me, and I always turn off all the lights before we go to sleep. I had done exactly that on this particular night. I flipped the tiny switch to the off position on the battery pack, said 1 L - «L f
My first Christmas with Dad -1969