The chickens are going bald. It’s called molting and there’s not one thing that can be done about it. My sweet daddy recently became the caretaker of my flock and it’s worrying him to death. He’s under duress at the lack of eggs and the pitiful appearance of the once attractive birds. Unlike him, th...

When the Pastor stood before the congregation he stated, “God is good!” The people responded, “All the time!” This diatribe was repeated for several times. This was the way that he began most of his messages.When asked why he did this every Sunday he referred to Psalms 118:1-14. The passage begins w...

It was a very special day last Wednesday as this newspaper celebrated its 120th anniversary. We held an open house where attendees could tour our newly renovated office building and of course we enjoyed a meal and a time of reflection about this newspaper.The first issue of The Jena Times was actual...

In my mind’s eye, I can still see my grandma’s little wrinkled hands rolling out biscuits and pushing each one into an old cast iron skillet. It is a ...

Your hometown community newspaper turned 120 years old back on March 23, but we waited until National Newspaper Week (Oct. 5-11) to officially celebra...

There was a young man who opened a barber shop in a small town. After cutting the hair of one of the local teachers he was asked “what do I owe you?” ...