Opinions

The word on the high plains of Kansas after the great blizzard of 1886 was that “January first was the last of August,” but that wasn’t entirely accurate.The true story of August Johnson, the man who froze to death in the storm, was later recorded in “Pioneer Remembrances” by Mildred Cass Beason.

The New Year is here and with it comes the myriad of traditions surrounding Jan. 1, including resolutions.Resolutions look forward. They are goals that have yet to be achieved. Sometimes they succeed, other times ... not so much.

We’ve arrived at another intersection of old and new. A time where we say goodbye to one year while welcoming another. “Auld Lang Syne” has been sung, well-wishes have been said and new goals have been declared.This is also a traditional time of reflection.

Kansas winters are often mild. Snow in recent years rarely stays on the ground for more than a couple of weeks, but then this is Kansas, and just about the time one gets used to the weather, a big change blows our way.

This is my first-ever letter to the editor. Way back in 1956, I transferred from Holyrood to Ellsworth USD 327 because they offered Latin. My loving sister convinced my parents that I couldn’t consider going to medical school without Latin, which Ellsworth offered.

Will we ever learn? In this holiday season, I challenge the USD 112 BOE to be the modern-day wise men/women in making the final decision on closing Wilson Jr./Sr. High School.  May you also follow the Star of Bethlehem.

The following story could easily be made into a full-blown historic narrative. The twists and turns make for exciting reading worthy of a book. Newspapers across the United States suddenly exploded with the mystery of the “Frisco Robbery” that occurred just outside of St. Louis, Mo., on Oct.

I am a student at Wilson High School expressing my concern and opinion about my future. I have gone to school at Wilson my entire life and it breaks my heart, along with lots of my peers, knowing that Wilson High School will no longer exist after this school year.

A flurry of activity transpired Friday at the recycling center, where residents waited in line to deposit goods into the red containers. The levels inside steadily rose throughout the day as a flatbed filled with recycling outside was prepped and ready to depart.

It all started with a text message from my father, congratulating my nephew for being the first name on “the next 24-year plaque.”Wait. What? My nephew is the 25th winner of the Mikols Family Snow Contest? When did we hit 25 years on this thing!?!?!Please allow me to back up and explain.