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December 4, 2012

NEWS AND TRIBUNE LETTERS — For Dec. 4

Reader at a loss over loss of Christmas money

The holidays are a time of joy, giving and magic. For some however, other qualities, such as honesty and respect are lost during this time of year.

My boyfriend learned this the hard way last week. He went to the bank and withdrew $500 so we could do our Christmas shopping and pay rent. He then went to the post office to mail some bills that were behind.

When he returned back to his vehicle, he realized he had accidentally given his bank envelope to the post office worker. He immediately ran in and admitted his mistake.

The worker refused to look through the collected mail to see if his bank envelope was there. They said there was nothing they could do. They even added that if there was a bank envelope in there that there was no way to prove it belonged to my boyfriend. So, I hope whoever finds this envelope with the $500 meant for the Christmas for my family you appreciate it and realize that that was once meant for someone else’s holiday expenses and rent payment.

I hope the post office worker who refused to go out of their way to check for this much needed money has a wonderful season as well. Small acts of kindness can make a tremendous difference.

— Jamie Guthtie, Clarksville

 

Parks in a bygone era

Recently, I went out to Sam Peden Community Park. As I sat in my vehicle my mind traced back to a bygone era — no tennis courts, basketball courts, horseshoe courts, playing fields or beautiful lake. No fire station or Kiddie Town.

It was the 1940s and 1950s. I was a youngster living on my grandfather’s [John M. Scott] farm, just north of the park. America was just emerging from World War II and was hurrying rapidly to try and catch up with products and services. But the park land was just gently rolling farmland in a steady but laid back setting.

We still have one “tie” with the old order by having the old Northside Annex, which until recently housed the Floyd County Youth Shelter. Back then it was called the Floyd County Infirmary, or more commonly the “Poor Farm.” It had the usual complex of farm out-buildings and helped itself along by raising livestock, growing crops and planting a large garden. Its residents were the aged, poor and “down-and-outers” of Floyd County and surrounding communities. It was managed by a superintendent.

One such person was an energetic, Bible-totin’ preacher named John Newton. He had a small posse of workers to tend the farm. My brother, Elmer C. Allred, was one of them. I can still hear the “play-it-by-ear” bellowing of the livestock.

The long, lazy days of summer brought the sound of the rustling of the growing crops followed by a surprising afternoon rain. Or the sound of harvesting machines in the fall. Those were magic times.

There are some things that remind me of each time: One was good management; two was understaffed, but good workers; and three it served a very large number of people using limited resources and budgets.

I talked about Sam Peden Park because of having personal knowledge of the land. But similar stories concerning good work could be said about other parks. Hopefully, the decision-makers will realize with the Parks Department they are getting more “bang for their buck” and the next time you see a parks employee, how about thanking them for a job well done.

Perhaps now the public needs to be heard from concerning the dismantling of the New Albany-Floyd County Parks Department.

— David M. Kinchlow, New Albany

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