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Remember the giant waterslide?

As you leave Waseca on old Highway 14 east toward Owatonna. you pass by Kiesler’s Campground and the southeast boat landing of Clear Lake. North of the boat landing is a large hill known as “Maplewood.” For the past 25 years, the Clear Lake Association, along with the city, hosts a spring park...

Discussing the different kinds of conflict

Waseca First Congregational Church Conflict is a part of life. From simple conflicts over dinner plans to complex discussions at work that set the direction for the next phase, we cannot escape conflict. There is good conflict and then there is bad conflict. Good conflict is one where we...

We're almost there

Echoes from the Loafers’ Club Meeting Well, Lars Larson, look at you. The last time I saw you, you were tall and thin with a head full of hair. Now you’re short, portly and bald. My name is John Johnson. And you’ve changed your name, too, Lars? Driving by Bruce's drive I have a...

When He speaks, let us listen

I was distracted in my devotions this morning. I woke up on time, took a shower, made coffee for my family and sat down to read scripture while the dog was doing her business. I read parts of Judges, John 1 and then the Psalms came along. I must have read Psalm 101 four times this morning and...

Where did the ceiling go?

Echoes from the Loafers’ Club Meeting How are you doing? I have a cold, my car has a blown engine, I need a new knee and I lost my job. Wow! But I can’t complain. Driving by Bruce's drive I have a wonderful neighbor named Bruce. Whenever I pass his drive, thoughts occur to me...

Until we turn to Him for forgiveness

My ear aches. I know what this is but didn’t think or hope it would happen. Everything changed this week, and my nose is running. In just a few days my eyes will start swelling, perhaps a stye will form, and all I will want to do is try to breathe deeply while not moving. I know the end is...

Everything went according to plan

Echoes From the Loafers’ Club Meeting My family was poor while I was growing up, but we didn’t know it. How could you not know that? We were terrible at math. Driving by Bruce's drive I have a wonderful neighbor named Bruce. Whenever I pass his drive, thoughts occur to me. I’m...

Time has brought a collection of collections

Putting together a collection of something can be a healthy proposition for anyone. Collecting helps us cope with stress, anxiety, boredom, or loneliness while also giving comfort and satisfaction. People may be driven to complete a set, learn a great deal about something, or just assemble a...

Who are the best kinds of dancers?

Echoes from the Loafers’ Club Meeting Long time, no see. How are you doing? I’m sorry, but I’ve forgotten your name. You’ll need to tell me. I can’t believe you don’t remember my name. How soon do you need to know it? Driving by Bruce's drive I have a wonderful neighbor named...

Days gone by, acts of kindness

It’s time for this journalist to write a column consisting of good old “bits and pieces.” Our family had a fantastic Easter. Our grannies (my personal word for “grandchildren”) have insisted on a traditional holiday menu for team Zika the last couple of Easters.The four boys have grown into...