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The University of Alabama awarded 5,907 degrees during its spring commencement ceremonies on May 6-8, 2022.

The following Forney area students received degrees during the 2022 Spring semester at Sam Houston State University.

The following students were named to the Spring 2022 President’s List at LeTourneau University in Longview, Texas. The President’s List recognizes students who have achieved a perfect 4.0 grade point average for the semester to receive this honor.

The most memorable road trips are often the byproduct of ample planning. Careful examinations of maps months before a trip begins can help vacationers find the best sights to see and uncover must-visit restaurants. In fact, many people find pre-trip planning nearly as enjoyable as the trip itself.

A Texas A&M AgriLife Extension Service online learning course on butterflies is now available. The course covers butterfly biology, how to identify different species and what plants will attract them to a garden.

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Texas melon producers reported exceptional fruit quality but slightly lower yields amid budget-breaking production costs and stagnant market prices, according to Texas A&M AgriLife Extension Service experts.

June is National Homeownership Month, an opportunity for U.S. residents to reflect on the importance of the home and its role in their lives. With a median asking price of $225,500 for a home, becoming a homeowner takes dedication, patience and smart budgeting. For many first-time homebuyers, closing the deal on their purchase is a time of celebration and gratitude. While moving furniture and solidifying paperwork might seem like the biggest obstacle to enjoying their new home, it doesn’t take long before they find their first major home improvement project.

“I feel God’s presence in school,” says Ridge, 7. “I feel God’s presence in class.”

THE FOOTPRINTS OF JESUS CHRIST THROUGH TIME

I have few recollections of my paternal grandfather, J.B. Stilwell. My grandparents already seemed so old when I was a wee lass. Pardon me. I just dove into my Ancestry DNA origins page. I’m more Scottish than any other heritage, so I’m channeling the words of my people. Was that too feeble of an attempt at humor? The crickets in the background agree. Anyway, whether they were old in age or simply old-fashioned in their habits, probably a bit of both, I didn’t interact with them as often as I did with my mom’s parents. Still, I recall my Gramp dressed to the nines all of the time. He operated a barber shop in the parlor of his modest Wilmer, TX bungalow. There’s nothing like the smell of a barbershop. Give me a whiff of 3 Roses Hair Tonic, some “mixed on the spot” shaving cream, and a bit of Brut aftershave and I will go on for hours about this legend of a man. He wore a barber smock each day: pristine white, zipper up the front, embroidered flowers down the lapels. I recall the white color was blinding. Granny Stilwell once told me she never used bleach, just lemon juice and sunlight. I still live by those words. There he would stand with his horn-rimmed black glasses and his perpetual perfectly trimmed flattop haircut, sporting a crooked smile and a twinkle in his eye. My memory has trouble differentiating between Gramp recollections and those of my own father. That is how closely they resembled each other. Now, my grandparents had 5 children. Many of those children had 5 or more children. I was one of many grandkids. My privilege existed in the fact that I was the youngest granddaughter. Also, there was the fact of my eyes. They are, what is still recognized as the primary family trait, Stilwell eyes – dark brown, heavily browed, and slightly downturned at the edges. This was a fact never unmentioned by Gramp. If we visited on Sundays, he’d be in dress slacks and glossy black wing tip shoes, even though church was never his thing. He wouldn’t so much as step off of his porch without his signature Fedora. He’d get in the floor with me and act like a bear, making growling noises and swiping at me with his “gramp-paw”. I would shriek with laughter and he would sit back on his knees and laugh with me. As his Alzheimer’s took hold, the bear game stuck with us until the end. I was seventeen when he passed away. I remember thinking how ironic it was that all his late-in-life speech attempts sounded like his sweet, cuddly bear alter-ego. That sums up all I knew about this adorable old guy. It’s funny how we don’t realize that our elders had lives and adventures and tragedies of their own, that we are only chapters of a much larger story.

With cryptocurrencies so much in the news, you might be wondering if you should invest in them. But “invest” may not be the right word – because, in many ways, cryptocurrencies, or “crypto” for short, are more speculation than investment.

Home gardeners should pick tomatoes sooner than later.