Attendees got to experience live music, buy pies for charity, check out helicopters, and meet volunteer fire fighters after a hay ride and that only if they stayed near Main Street. At the cider works hay rides turned to orchard tours. There was apple tasting; applewood BBQ and all manner of desserts from the star fruit were served..
Lyburn Downing who’s parents were taught by Jackson and for which he installed stain glass widows honoring Jackson in his church. Placed on his grave marker. Therefore, we will seek to meet with the organizers of CARE and seek to show that our struggle is about honoring the good character of men like Lee and Jackson and not about hatred and perhaps join them in their efforts to denounce such.
Hillsboro Mayor Drew Hastings presented a proclamation and said that rather than refer to fallen soldiers by gentle euphemisms, it should be remembered that died. He referred to a quote from a film that he said reminded him that when someone is killed in battle, take away everything he got, and all he ever gonna have. County Commissioners Tom Horst and Jeff Duncan presented a proclamation, and the Hillsboro High School band played a medley of anthems from each of the armed forces branches, with individuals standing when their branch anthem was played..
Montgomery County Executive Matt Ossenfort said his county has rebuilt its welfare fraud unit, taking it from six part time investigators to now three part time investigators and two full time positions a social welfare examiner and a full time supervisor. Ossenfort said these changes came about in part because the county lost one of its veteran welfare fraud investigators, Michael Villa, who became the mayor of Amsterdam. After that departure, Ossenfort said he began discussions with County Department of Social Services Commissioner Michael McMahon about how to retool the unit to aggressively pursue fraud..
At which point I’m off my deckchair, in the pool, arms and legs pumping, and endorphins popping in my head.Our trainer was one of the yellow shirted boys who also had volleyball, water polo, archery, and football in their armoury of fun.The Olympic sized, crystal clear, pool was the ‘community centre’ of Poiano Apartments, our base for the week.Set in grounds so immaculate I think the local barber clips the grass, the apartments are perched on the edge of Garda, in northern Italy.The lake of the same name lay before us, a spectacular view from our hillside retreat two miles away.I had read internet comments of miserable staff at this place and in the face of Brits whose grasp of Italian starts and ends with ‘grazia’ and Germans that speak German, it would be understandable. But we found them friendly and helpful.With three children in tow, Patrick, 23, Grace, 21, and Anna six, the pool was a magnet for all purposes.For Patrick it was the perfect venue to read City star Paul Lake’s autobiography. Grace became a freckled dappled sun goddess, and Anna a Manc otter rarely out of the water.As well as the ample pool activities there was a bar which served what became known to our family as ‘TGPs’.Every day at 6.45pm an Italian female voice would disrupt the music system to announce the pool would shut in 15 minutes but to hang around for some ‘tasty gastronomic proposals’.