Grace Pedigo plays cello for class at RULH RULH fourth grade math class hard at work RULH MS students visit Aronoff Center Fifteen indicted by Brown County Grand Jury Rita Tarvin Rocket win streak reaches five G-Men ascend to 4-0 in SBAAC National Division with win at Williamsburg Jays soar to 3-1 with win at North Adams Young Lady Jays improving as season progresses Mary J Yockey Callie J Maynard Windle Blanton Daisy D Nevels RULH HS students visit Jungle Jims Aberdeen Council has busy end of the year River Village Christmas celebration begins SR 41 now open Gast’s three-point shower drowns the Tigers Lady Rockets capture wins over Ripley, Batavia Keplinger signs with Shawnee State Warriors down the Devils, fall to the Greyhounds Broncos edge out Williamsburg, 53-50 Carol S Newman John E Short RULH Elementary names ‘Go Green’ Students RE/MAX Local Experts opens in Williamsburg RULH wraps up ‘No Shave November’ fundraiser Eleven indicted by Brown County Grand Jury Donald C Vance John C Morris Rebecca E Simpson Hot start sets pace for Broncos’ 85-40 win over CNE G-Men get off to 1-1 start Lady Rockets start off season with tough string of road games Basketball Special: 2017-18 Katherine J Wolfe Virginia J Germann Rev Commadora Manning Mona K Kirker Ohio Rural Heritage Association donates to Food Pantry RULH FCCLA attends meeting in D.C. RULH MS students try ‘Tabletop Twitter’ Ripley Village Christmas update Bonita Planck Carol J Wagner Christopher O Richey Sr Five new members to enter WBHS Athletic Hall of Fame Blue Jays ready to soar under Woodward Fischer named to OPSWA All-Ohio First Team of football all-stars High school girls’ hoop action kicks off in Brown County Formation of new joint Fire & EMS District discussed RULH students learn about ‘Global Food’ Personal financial management class at RULH High School Dale G Ferriel John E Slack Nicholas A Arthur Bonnie J Roush Charles E Faul Phyllis A Mills Carl L Watson Marc W Bolce Robert R Moore Robert K King June R Williams William T Ishmael Sr Deborah J Napier High school hoop action begins Fayetteville SAY Girls Wing Soccer Team finishes season among state’s Final Four Devils visit Georgetown for OHSAA Foundation Games Grandfather charged in boy’s death ‘Real Money’ at RULH Middle School Ripley High School celebrates Veterans Day Reward increases for information leading to conviction in Stykes’ murder Ripley Village Christmas update Kenneth M McKinley Vilvens signs with Mount St. Joseph SBAAC awards girls tennis all-stars Layman inducted into Miami University Athletic Hall of Fame SBAAC hands out awards to First Team girls’ soccer all-stars John D Marks Aberdeen Police Department receives ‘Shop With a Cop’ donation Benefit to take place Nov. 17 for Grace Copple St. Michael students take part in Community Soup Supper Voters return Worley to the bench Ruby A Ratliff Donna J Moore Stella M Glasscock Ellen L Gelter Alverda T Guillermin Justin N Beach EHS dedicates ‘Kiser Court’ SBAAC awards First Team football all-stars, winning teams Sizer earns SBAAC American Division Volleyball Player of Year honors for 3rd straight year Broncos to host Blue Jays for OHSAA ‘Jimmy Young’ Foundation Game, Nov. 17 Vern W Kidd Jr Brown County Election Results – 2017 Michael D Hines Raymond W Napier Leslie E Boyle Gary L Barber

No two the same

They say that no two snowflakes are exactly alike. The science behind their difference has to do with the fact that as snowflakes tumble through the air, they fall through different temperature and moisture levels, and that because each snow flake takes its own unique path to the ground, each is shaped in its own unique way.

But snow seems like a distant memory to me now, erased by wisps of warm fog on this eve of the new year. This morning the fog hung low over the creek valley. It looked as though it was trying to reach up over the pole barn to the cabin, but could not quite make it. I watched as we did our morning chores, and saw it linger in the lower fields until it faded away. I imagined that it was distressed that I had ignored it.

And the rain has been incessant. If only it was colder! It was 66 degrees this morning and when I opened the front door, I felt as though a warm tropical storm was going to blow me away. By the time we had finished our chores, a heavy rain had begun to beat down on the metal roofs of our farm. The barns, cabin, out buildings, and chicken coop, all reverberated with their own rain beat pitch, but none of them were to be outdone by the creek itself.

The water has been running so fast, and the creek has been so swollen, that I often wonder if I will be able to make it up to town to run a my errands. I find it curious that the brown current runs gently through the creek’s back waters, and laps easily close to the edges of the road, but farther out into the water it runs fast and dangerously furious. Four foot tall swells have sprung up where I stood and tossed rocks with the grandchildren just a short while ago.

I stood safe on the shore today, and watched as whole trees rocketed past our farm and headed towards the river three miles south. I imagined that they should have caught and jammed in the bends, for our creek is anything but straight, but as I watched, they cruised right on past the old barn, staying in the deep water and heading off into the world beyond.

Water is absolutely everywhere. It has washed the leaves down the hillsides, out of the woods, and across the upper field. It lies caught between the blades of grass. Droplets sparkle on the windows like small gems.

And the mud is unimaginable. It coats my car so thickly that it is impossible to get in or out without acquiring a few streaks to adorn my clothes. Granted, the rain does tend to wash my car off, and I do try to rinse off the undercarriage by driving through puddles, but no sooner do my wheels start to look rather passable, than the rain lets up for just a moment, and the mud once again prevails.

The rain has also washed off the dogs. Their fur feels wonderfully soft and sleek, but I have never been successful at teaching them to wipe off their feet by the front door, and I find myself mopping the floor, or sweeping up clouds of dried mud dust, countless times a day.

So this strangely warm end of the year has been quite unlike any I have known before, but then again, from what I can tell, no two years have ever been exactly like. Each new year is always shaped in its own unique way. It looks as though I shall just have to step back and see what is particularly unique about this very particular new year, but I certainly imagine it starting off to an exceptionally fresh start, washed clean by the rain that has just started to fall again over the creek valley.

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