June 26, 2008

Natural Disaster Drives Local Family to Riverside Communities

by Toby Champion

Well, I’d just finished a chunk of work for a client and needed a break, and to be honest, it all sounded pretty exciting and might just be a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see a real-life natural disaster in action. So I suggested we throw some stuff into our campervan and drive down the next day. Michelle was up for it, and the plan immediately evolved into an attempt, however small, to help folks out down there with sandbagging or whatever they needed. So later that afternoon I collected a bright-red, fiberglass shovel the Memphis Democrat bought for the trip, and grabbed some gardening gloves and boots to throw in with our usual trip kit.

When we arrived in Hannibal, we learnt from the Hannibal Courier-Post that work on reinforcing the levee had pretty much finished, and that our help was more likely to be appreciated in either of the much smaller towns of Canton, 12 miles north of Quincy - with an aging levee many doubted would hold - and Clarksville, 25 miles south of Hannibal, with only the makeshift levee being built right now. We were tired though, so decided to spend the night in Hannibal for now.

We walked down to the riverside to see how high the river was. There were signs all along, hanging from orange and white tape, demanding we “STAY OFF LEVEE”, but we thought that just meant stay off the very top, so we pushed the stroller up and peered over the side anyway. Wow. The other side of the river certainly seemed a long way away. Pretty much everything on the other side of the levee was underwater, including most of the “Welcome to Hannibal” sign. Dramatic, exciting, awe-inspiring, curious and downright depressing all at once.

Pretty soon a cop on a mountain bike approached us and told us we weren’t supposed to be there, in a firm-but-fair sort of a way. Oops. Down we came, feeling lucky that we were neither ticketed nor arrested. We couldn’t figure out what the big deal was about staying away, and were only to discover just why towns are policing their levees so heavily on the last day of our trip.

Michelle took our eight-month-old son Adam back to the motel to get him to sleep, and I continued wandering. It turned out the best place to be in Hannibal to see things close up was on the road-bridge that takes route 79 over Bear Creek to the south of the town. From the top of the bridge I could see the sort of thing you always see on TV during floods: the tops of road-signs and roofs above the water. Eerie, but also, it being just after sunset and with a whopping-great moon appearing above the trees on the south side of town, quite beautiful. When a launch carrying a couple of National Guard guys motored quietly around the walls of the very-much-underwater Clemens Field ballpark, its searchlight bouncing cleanly off the mucky, murky water, it all looked very pretty indeed. It got me thinking about how there’s beauty to be found in a lot of otherwise nasty situations. And this is nasty: as I write, 24 people have died in the floods.

On the bridge I met Carol, who’d “worked the flood” with the Salvation Army back in 1993. Despite the levee protecting most of the town that year, it was still a lot of work, handing out mops, disinfectant and food to those whose homes had flooded. She seemed exhausted even by the memory of it all.

Seeing road signs underwater is always an odd sight. Even odder, though, was how Michelle and I both kept noticing road and other signs looking strange throughout our brief trip.

The next morning, after breakfast at the Mark Twain Dinette, we packed up and made a break for Clarksville the long way round, as route 79 was underwater just past the Mark Twain Caves. On the way, discovering that the Champ Clark Bridge taking the 54 across just north of the town was closed, we headed into Louisiana to find out why. We parked just this side of the bridge, and I walked onto the bridge to take a look. I ended up walking the 300-yard round-trip to the other side, and it was a pretty intense experience. I’d not walked over the Mississippi before, and to do it when it was this wide, this quiet, and this threatening, was something special. The only company I had on the bridge was a biker who passed me there and back. The bridge, I’ve since learnt, has become quite the tourist attraction. I’m glad others will be able to have this unusual experience.

Once back on the east side, we drove downtown. This was where it starts getting real. The stuff you normally only see on TV, right in front of you. 3rd Street—the 79—was flooded as far as we could see. A trailer just up from the water, piled with a family’s possessions, a king-size mattress plonked on top. Family and friends completing a wall covered in black plastic sheeting round the front of their house: those that aren’t standing in a green Jon boat are wearing waders. A guy in a pale-blue pick-up with mud stuck on the bottom is handing out white aluminum cans of drinking water to their tired-looking neighbours. And another bunch of family and friends are building a wall around their house, which looks like it’s on its very own island. To add the feeling that things are a bit rushed, there’s a four-foot pile of sand ready to go in bags... the pile is in a foot of water.

When you’re watching this kind of stuff on TV, sometimes you wonder how you can help. Maybe make a call, send some money. When I was down there though, I felt like a useless idiot. I wanted to offer to help, but the embarrassing truth is that I did my back in on Monday mowing the yard. I could barely lift my 13-pound baby, let alone a 75-pound sandbag. Michelle was going to have to do the actual helping, and she was hanging out with Adam back on Main Street. Rigid with worries that someone was going to ask me who I was and what I was doing here, I sloped off, past the first of many pipes I saw chucking flood-water out of basements. The arc was about eight-foot long.

At the front of a red-brick building that used to be “Louisiana Plastic Inc. Warehouse No. 1”, with cute fake windows painted on the sides, there was the whole flood-defence set-up: three feet of sandbags with white 4mm plastic sheet thrown over; two or three bags on top of that; a step-ladder over the whole thing; and a couple of green plastic pipes taking water pumped out. And a mug of coffee sat on top.

By this time I was glad our next and final stop would be somewhere where we knew we could actually help. Just before we left we met Kirsty, a nurse whose daily commute is south along the 79. “We’re just idiot flood tourists”, I explained. “Oh, me too. But I’m going down to Clarksville next to help with sandbagging”. “Ooh, so are we!” I explained, relieved that she could relate to my feeling a bit silly and excited that suddenly, we were all in it together, teaming up and helping out.

Back in the van, we took the 54 back to Bowling Green, the 61, then WW and W winding through Pike County into picturesque Clarksville.

No chance of being an idiot flood tourist here. Flashing red and blue lights everywhere. A cop stopped us at a roadblock. “You here to help?” he asked, and suggested we park up the road and wait for a shuttle bus to take us into town. Declining the bus, we walked the few blocks instead, Michelle carrying Adam and me pushing the stroller with the shovel wedged behind our daypack. We were guided by a local through alleys, and the intensity racked up as we approached downtown. National Guard trucks passed loaded with sand, one with “I love the army!” chalked on the driver’s door. Pick-ups carrying filled sandbags and equipment edged by as we detoured onto muddy lawns, our borrowed off-road stroller proving its worth.

Once we hit Howard Street we realized this artists’ town of 490 residents had become the centre of attention for hundreds of volunteers, scores of National Guard personnel, and the national media. Four satellite trucks, TV cables everywhere, and the roar of three enormous pumps helping prevent the storm drain system from backing up behind the levee. We navigated the stroller through a group of twenty or so young people wearing white tees and yellow headbands, hard at work sandbagging; I later learnt they were inmates brought in to help. We signed in with the AmeriCorps team at City Hall, signed waivers, and tied orange plastic tape around our wrists. Collected some bottles of water, bought some snacks, and headed the long way round to Main Cross Street, where we were to help protect the lumberyard.

Shielded from the river on the east by a makeshift levee eight-feet high, with the water already a few feet up, around twenty folk were hard at work filling and placing bags. When we arrived, they were racking their brains for an Irish drinking song to sing. The only one I know escaped my mind in the heat of the moment, so my first real opportunity to help was dashed already. This lot had clearly been at it for hours, and had formed quite the team. Four bag-filling stations formed a square around a pile of sand, each consisting of a couple 2x4s resting on a pair of sawhorses supporting two upside-down traffic cones with their tops sawed off, acting as funnels into which people shoveled sand into bags held up by a colleague on the far side.

I handed Adam to one of the volunteers, and Michelle got on with some sandbag-holding while I joined Bob Reid on a nearby seat. He clearly deserved the break. Bob helps run the Clarksville Museum, and had been working the last five days to get “all of our treasures” up above the ’93 level. “We got five feet of concrete blocks, made a frame from 2x4s on top of them, then turned our display cases sideways and put them on top of that frame. In our office, there’s a stairway to a little storage room, over the entryway. You can’t walk in their sideways: we’ve just got it stacked clean to the ceiling... So I have a feeling that everything will… I’m gonna think positive. I’m optimistic that everything will be alright.”

Bob boasted that the plantings round the outside of the museum had been planned with the flood in mind: arborist Monica Barker chose species that would survive a flood. “Yellowtwig dogwood, stuff like that. So she thought ahead of time. Those plants can resist being drowned for a while.”

Charlie Meyers, an employee at the lumberyard and long-time Clarksville resident, explained that quite a few of the helpers were builders who needed the yard to stay in business. The group, I was surprised to learn, had no one in charge, and had previously been helped by some Amish, a Boy Scout group, prisoners, the National Guard and a couple of folks from St. Louis.

So, we did end up helping for an hour or so. Michelle held sandbags, and I even managed to get some action out of that shovel, as you can see in the photo. People seemed to really enjoy Adam’s presence, which is always nice to see.

When we’d had enough, we walked back to the van along the roads wherever possible. We noticed more signs, including one under a foot of water that read “ROAD CLOSED 1 MILE AHEAD”. The drive on the W back to the 61 was pretty hairy. We were passed by a lot of big trucks carrying sand, and none of them were holding back.

We spent another couple of nights in Hannibal—where the water had gone down a foot since we were first there, because of breaches upstream—and I watched World’s Most Amazing Videos and rested my back.

On Friday, with me finally off the Tylenol, we left for home, stopping at Quincy and Canton on the way. The Memorial Bridge is closed as the west end is underwater, and the riverfront park on the Quincy side is under too. I mooched down to the riverfront. I met a tall, black pony-tailed guy with a camera round his neck hanging around a couple of boats getting ready to leave. I asked if he knew where the boats were going. “Well, I don’t know about that one, but this one is taking me to see my house and farmland, which is all underwater.” I gulped. “I’m sorry.” I offered. “I appreciate that.” “Hope it works out in the end”, I said. “Yeh, in the end, it’ll be okay.” We let him get on with his life and got back on the road.

Our final visit was with Canton, which over the previous week had National Guard and volunteers reinforcing its aging levee. We only spent five minutes or so there, and were struck that the town seemed deserted and that the town is very, very flat indeed. We tried to take a shortcut back onto the 61, but had to stop as the road goes through a break in the levee, and was closed by a wall of sandbags, staffed by a couple of National Guard guys.

“That trailer home over there, the owners just upped and left, drove it out with their truck, at three in the morning.” And the guards could explain why the levees are being so heavily policed: “Some guy in Quincy in 1993 had had this big row with his girlfriend, and didn’t want her to come home, so he got up onto a levee and started pulling bags out of it. It gave way in the end, and a lot got flooded. He’s still in jail.” That was James Scott, who was convicted of “intentionally causing a catastrophe”.

As we headed northwest towards Memphis on the 61, we thought we’d seen the last of the Mississippi for a while, but several miles on, we were driving with the river right next to us, above us, a mile or two from where it normally runs.

So the Memphis Democrat shovel is still in Clarksville, hopefully no longer necessary, but in a good home nevertheless. Maybe sometime, once things have dried up we’ll pay the place another visit, see the work of some of those artists and figure out where on earth the river was supposed to be that day.

Toby Champion, originally from London, England, relocated to Scotland County a year ago. He, his wife Michelle Day, and their son Adam now call Memphis home.

White Friend, Where to Begin…

White Friend, Where to Begin…

Taken from the Blog Run the Race, published by former SCR-I graduate Nicki (Webber) Moore who currently serves as the Athletic Director for the University of North Carolina.

 “Black people don’t need to be convinced that anti-black racism, structural inequity and skin privilege are facts; white people do… White people have to do the hard work of figuring out the best ways to educate themselves and each other about racism. And I don’t know what that looks like, because that is not my work, or the work of other black people, to figure out. In fact, the demand placed on black people to essentially teach white folk how not to be racist or complicit in structural racism is itself an exercise of willful ignorance and laziness.”Darnell L. Moore, senior editor at Mic and co-managing editor of The Feminist Wire.

In the wake of yet another two police shootings of young black men, I am moved even further this time toward, and perhaps finally beyond the edge of my comfort zone. Sitting in the St. Louis airport returning home from a vacation, during which per usual I did not have to think about my race, I watched the Diamond Reynolds’ live stream unfold followed by President Obama pleading with us to be better than this, I realized I can not remain on the sidelines.

I don’t know where to start, but neither do most of my white friends and family. And, if it is up to us to fix ourselves, and I allow myself to be paralyzed by my fear, my busy-ness and my not-knowing, how can I sincerely hope that we will ever get better? When you consider that I have even been trained in these matters, have spent hours soul-searching, reading and conversing, and have a sincere desire to help, an even gloomier picture is painted when I am not actively, consistently involved in doing something – anything.

I am ashamed to admit that I’ve tried to shake it…that sneaking feeling I have had when hearing the Edmund Burke quote, “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” It’s been there – in the back of my head, or a corner of my heart – a sense of some kind that I am part of the race problem in our country if I’m not actively working to be part of the solution. I tell myself I’m busy. I tell myself I AM actively working – internally. I quiet that feeling by reminding myself that I have a demanding career, a family to support guide and enjoy, extended family to encourage and a home to keep. I’m doing things that help people in other ways. I retweet articles that strike a chord with me and that feel like they are centrist enough that they won’t terribly offend, turn off or further alienate my largely-white network of friends, colleagues and acquaintances.

But, it’s not enough. It isn’t even CLOSE to enough. Just like I want more men to start doing the work with other men to sincerely understand that women are their EQUALS – not because they are someone whom they possess (their moms, their daughters, their sisters, their aunts) – but because we are fellow human beings. Period. Anyway – I know that women can’t solve the problem of male privilege, misogyny, and everyday sexism without men being 1) aware of it, 2) educated about it, 3) moved to a point of action about it, 4) taking consistent, constructive action to change themselves, 5) taking consistent, constructive action to advocate change among others, and 6) taking consistent, constructive action to change the plethora of systems that quietly perpetuate current norms.

By the same token, people of color (try as they may) can not do this work of fixing our society, our culture, our country alone. White people carry an enormous share of the power and privilege and leverage available in our country, even though most of us are unaware of this fact. My white friends, if we want a country that is stronger, healthier, smarter, more Godly, more wealthy, more fair and more free, WE MUST DO OUR PARTS TO ADDRESS THE RACE ISSUES IN OUR COUNTRY. These issues belong to all of us, even if you can’t see it just yet – please trust that each of us can do something to help.

Stumble as I may, screw up as I will, I am going to try to help. Please come along with me to daily think about and generate action. Let’s start today.

Suggested action: Grab a journal and respond to these 3 questions:

How might I possess privilege (defined as “when one group has something of value that is denied to others simply because of the groups they belong to, rather than because of anything they’ve done or failed to do.” ~Peggy McIntosh)? Some categories to consider:

Race

Gender

Citizenship

Class

Sexual orientation

Ability

Religion

Physical stature

Health

How might my privilege in any of these categories affect how I perceive someone or act toward someone who has less privilege in the same category?

What is one thing I can do today to use my privilege to enhance the life of someone else who lacks that same privilege?

I’ll do the same, and I’ll share the results with you in the next couple of days. Maybe some good ideas for actions will result. Maybe we can begin to peer outside of our comfortable positions of privilege to contribute in a more proactive, tangible, real way to making our small corners of this world a more equal, respected and loving space.

I expect it will be painful, I expect it’ll take some of my all-too-scarce time, and I expect it to be an inconvenience. I also know with certainty that if I get to the end of my life not having tried a little harder because it hurt a little, took some time and was inconvenient, that I will have defaulted on the glorious loan of life my God has given me. Who knows – it might actually work, it might in fact add a little light to the darkness, and it might be a rich adventure.

Scotland County Health Department Schedule

Thursday, July 21 – Clinic hours from 8-10:00 a.m. for immunizations. Nurse available at the Scotland County Nutrition Site for blood pressure checks from 11:00 a.m. to Noon.

Friday, July 22 – Clinic hours from 8:00-3:30 for fasting blood sugars, cholesterols and blood draws, blood pressure checks, immunizations, nail care, etc.

Tuesday, July 26 – Clinic hours from 8-9:00 a.m. for fasting blood sugars and cholesterols and blood draws and from 12-2:30 p.m. for immunizations, blood pressure checks, nail care, etc.

Thursday, July 28 – Clinic hours from 8-10:00 a.m. for immunizations.

Greenley Research Center Field Day to Focus on Battling a Challenging Growing Season 

Kelly Nelson, research agronomist, will be one of several presenters during the 39th annual Greenley Research Center Field Day in Novelty, MO.  Photo by Logan Jackson, University of Missouri

Kelly Nelson, research agronomist, will be one of several presenters during the 39th annual Greenley Research Center Field Day in Novelty, MO. Photo by Logan Jackson, University of Missouri

This growing season has been a challenging one so far, with early dry conditions and escalating weed control problems.

The Greenley Research Center will cover both of these management issues during its 39th annual Field Day on Tuesday, August 9.

The agronomy tour will address innovative irrigation options in both corn and soybeans. There will be a follow-up presentation to the drip-tape irrigation system that was installed as part of Greenley’s Field Day in 2014. Results from its long-term drainage and subirrigation work focusing on yield variability will also be presented.

“We are currently utilizing both the drip-tape and subsurface irrigation systems this year,” said Dana Harder, Greenley superintendent. “Last year, it was so wet the systems were not used, so it will be good to see them in action.”

The pest management tour is back after a year hiatus to focus on cover crops in 2015.

“Weed control has been a big issue this growing season,” Harder added.

Weed science related presentations will be a focal point of the tour, which includes discussions on field pennycress and the importance of cleaning spray equipment. Field pennycress is traditionally a winter annual weed but is now being used as a biofuel and cover crop. Logan Bishop, a University of Missouri graduate student in plant, insect and microbial science, will showcase Greenley’s findings on the influence of field pennycress seeding dates into corn and how various corn herbicide programs affect field pennycress yield.

“Our work is focused on developing the agronomic management of field pennycress as a crop,” Harder said. “We have data-driven results to present from our initial trials.”

Along with the agronomy and pest management tour, there will be a beef tour. Topics include toxic plants and substances for beef cattle, pasture weed control management, and artificial insemination protocol evaluations for mature beef cattle.

Randy Miles, associate professor emeritus in soil science, will give soil health demonstrations throughout the Field Day. The University of Missouri-Kansas City AgrAbility Pharm to Farm Project will also conduct free personal health screenings for interested attendees.

The Field Day is free and open to the public. A free breakfast begins at 7 a.m., with tours beginning at 8 a.m. There will also be a program at noon that includes a free lunch. After the program, attendees can learn more about the MU Drainage and Subirrigation research conducted at Greenley.

The Greenley Research Center is located at 64399 Greenley Place in Novelty, Mo. For more information about the Field Day, call (660) 739-4410 or email Dana Harder at harderd@missouri.edu. For more information about the Greenley Research Center, visit greenley.cafnr.org

Clarity, Conviction and Integrity

Missouri desperately needs leaders of clarity, conviction and integrity. This year, we’re blessed to have an excellent slate of conservative candidates for statewide office. While any of them would be far more capable than their liberal counterparts, there are a few that stand out from the crowd.

For the past eight years, we’ve seen the damage that can be done by a liberal, career politician who has been more focused on the next office he can run for rather than focusing on the Missourians he was elected to represent. Jay Nixon has seemingly been absent from the office outside of making sure to veto as many bills as possible that were passed by our Republican legislature. It’s time to send a conservative outsider who won’t be afraid to roll up his sleeves and get Missouri moving again. Eric Greitens is the perfect fit for this need. Eric had the courage to fight for our freedoms in four deployments as a Navy Seal and we can count on him to fight for us as Missouri’s next Governor.

In the race to be Missouri’s next Lieutenant Governor, Bev Randles is the proven conservative we need. Though she is new to running for public office, Bev Randles is not new to the conservative fight. For over a decade, she has been involved in grassroots efforts to promote various issues, including standing up to the Nixon administration and securing the first income tax cut for hardworking Missourians in nearly 100 years. Bev knows that government doesn’t create jobs, our small business owners do As Missouri’s next Lieutenant Governor, we can count on her to continue to fight for limited government and stand up for the values we all hold dear.

When it comes to Missouri’s next Attorney General, we need an Attorney General who will fight for all Missourians and not cower to the liberal left. Kurt Schaefer is a proven prosecutor with a record of protecting our communities and standing up for what is right. As a prosecutor, Kurt Schaefer put away hundreds of dangerous criminals. In the Missouri Senate, Kurt has been a bulldog for our constitutional rights. In fact, Kurt fought against billionaire Michael Bloomberg’s anti-gun group and won. As the chairman of the Sanctity of Life Committee, he stood tall against attacks from the left and defunded Planned Parenthood in Missouri. He’s endorsed by the NRA, the Missouri State Troopers Association, Missouri Right to Life, and several of Missouri’s agriculture groups. With dangerous mandates coming down from Washington, D.C. that target our constitutional rights, we can count on Kurt Schaefer to fight back.

For too long, liberal Secretaries of State have used the office to advance their agenda. In fact, since 1945, Missouri has only had two Republican Secretaries of State. With Jay Ashcroft, we have the chance to send a principled, consistent conservative to Jefferson City to ensure our elections are fair and free from corruption. Jay has been a tireless proponent of photo voter ID in Missouri which will root out fraud and ensure that folks who vote are who they say they are, and ensure our elections are fair. Jay also knows that burdensome regulation stifle our economy. He will be an advocate for small businesses and farmers by streamlining the process for creating a business and stopping unconstitutional job-killing regulations.

I encourage you to get out and vote on August 2nd for these outstanding conservatives. Together, we can get Missouri back on track.

Ron Alexander

Memphis, MO

Scotland County Senior Nutrition Center

MENU

Thursday, July 21 – Salisbury Steak, Mashed Potatoes/Gravy, Veggie Jell-O Salad, Bread, Baked Apples

Friday, July 22 – BBQ Ribs, Parsley Potatoes, 3 Bean Salad, Wheat Roll, Blackberry Cobbler

Monday, July 25 – Liver and Onions or Chicken Patty, Scalloped Corn, Buttered Beats, Cottage Cheese, Bread, Pears

Tuesday, July 26 – Roast Pork, Mashed Potatoes/Gravy, Green Beans, Cranberry Sauce, Slice Bread, Ice Cream

Wednesday, July 27 – Fried Chicken, Mashed Potatoes/Gravy, Marinated Carrots, Wheat Roll, Fruit

Thursday, July 28 – Meatloaf, Mixed Vegetables, Cauliflower/Cheese Sauce, Bread, Peach Crisp

ACTIVITIES

Thursday, July 21 – Scotland County Health Department blood pressure checks here from 11:00 a.m. to Noon, Card Party at 1:00 p.m.

Thursday, July 28 – Card Party at 5:00 p.m.

Scotland County Genealogical Society Holds July Meeting

The Scotland County Genealogical Society held their monthly meeting on Monday, July 11th with ten members present.  In the absence of President Darlene Johnston, Vice President, Twila Stevenson, called the meeting to order.

First, the secretary’s report was given with one correction being made followed by the treasury report.  Both reports were approved.

Under old business, some help was given by Dana Glasscock in our search for the Ft. Donnellson cemetery including location of the cemetery and persons buried there.  There were also some phone calls by other people that were very helpful in collecting information about the cemetery.

Under new business, plans for Antique Days in August were made.  Future refreshments and programming was also discussed.

The meeting was then closed for the program.

Two members from the Scotland County Ambulance District brought the new, recently purchased ambulance to demonstrate and answer questions.  The group learned that the ambulance is manned with two persons at all time.  One person is a Paramedic and the other an EMT.   When called out to an emergency, they are qualified to begin life-saving treatment to the injured or to someone having a heart attack.

One question asked was about addresses and how to make it easier for emergency personnel to know where they need to go.  The presenters suggested that one way to help, if you live in town, is to have your house number visible from the street.  Scotland County still doesn’t have E911 which would tell the dispatcher the exact address of where the call was coming from.  We are one of three or four counties left in the state that doesn’t have the E911 in place yet.

The new ambulance is American made in Sumner, Iowa and the first four wheel drive ambulance in our county.  The ambulance is equipped with a “power load” which is a lift in the truck that takes the cot from the ground up into the truck.  This feature is safer for both the EMS staff and the patient.

The new ambulance has all current safety features meeting or exceeding state regulations.  Funding for the ambulance came through a portion of the tax revenue that is allocated yearly to provide for the purchase of equipment for the EMS Department along with funding from the Scotland County Hospital.

This program was very educational and interesting to listen to.  Thanks to those who gave the presentation and thank you to all the ambulance crew and to the hospital for offering this service to our community.  It is much appreciated by all.

Submitted by Terry Arnold

Scotland County Oats Bus Holds July Meeting

The Scotland County Oats Bus meeting was held July 11, 2016 at the Nutrition Site.  Those present were Patti Brookhart, Lavaughn Ketchum, Benji Briggs, Barbara Cantril, Janessa Mathena and daughter Mary, and Clifford Ketchum, bus driver.

The meeting was called to order by chairman, Patti Brookhart and she also gave the prayer.

Roll Call and minutes of the last meeting were taken by secretary, Lavaughn Ketchum.  Barbara Cantril made a motion they be approved as read and Benji Briggs seconded it.

Patti Brookhart, acting treasurer, gave the financial report.

Some of the future trips were discussed.  No business from the Macon office was received.

Patti made a motion we adjourn and Barbara Cantril seconded it.

Submitted by Lavaughn Ketchum, Secretary

Area Moving On Program to Meet July 26th

The Scotland County Area Moving On Program will hold their monthly meeting on Tuesday, July 26, 2016 at the Methodist Church starting at 1:30 p.m.  This month’s program will be Soap, Socks and Such by Leslie Eggers and refreshments will be provided by Memphis Funeral Chapel.

If you have suffered a loss, the Area Moving On group helps provide support through caring confidential visiting and fellowship with others than have lost love ones by sharing support and friendship with each other.  This is a monthly meeting with the time and meeting place decided on by those attending.

For more information or to arrange for a ride, please call Nelda Billups (660-328-6367), Laura Schenk (660-465-7363) or Chris Tinkle, Program Coordinator (660-465-7322.

Local sponsors of the program include The Daisy Patch, US Bank, Rose Hardware, Payne Funeral Chapel, Memphis Funeral Home, Countryside Flowers, Community Bank of Memphis, and Exchange Bank of Northeast Missouri.

Funeral Services For Pearl Grubb Set for Thursday

Funeral services for Pearl Grubb, 91 of rural Memphis will be at 1:30 P.M. Thursday, July 21, 2016, at the United Methodist Church in Memphis with Pastor Paul Smith officiating. Interment will follow in the Memphis Cemetery.

Visitation is scheduled for Wednesday, July 20, 2016, from 12 to 8 p.m. at Payne’s with the family present to greet friends from 6 to 8 that evening.

Pearl passed away Saturday night, July 16, 2016, at the Blessing Hospital in Quincy, IL.

She is survived by her children, Russell Grubb and his wife Karen of Hannibal, MO, Elaine Briggs and her husband Richard of Memphis, Diane Duley and her husband Phil of Memphis and Jerry Grubb and his wife Lisa of Memphis, twelve grandchildren, thirteen great-grandchildren, a sister: Winnie Fish of Hillsdale, MI, along with several nieces and nephews and many friends.

Memorials are suggested to the Scotland County Nutrition Site, the Scotland County Health Department or the Memphis United Methodist Church in care of the Payne Funeral Chapel, 202 E. Madison St., Memphis, Missouri 63555.

Online condolences may be sent to the family by logging on to Payne’s at www.paynefuneralchapel.com

Arrangements have been entrusted to the care of the Payne Funeral Chapel in Memphis.

Gorin Fire Department Receives Funds from VFA Fire Department Matching Grant Program

Chris Sevits with the Missouri Department of Conversation Forestry Division is pictured here presenting a grant award in the amount of $2,855.48 to Gorin Fire Department Chief, Mike Parrish.  The grant is part of the Volunteer Fire Assistance (VFA) Fire Department Matching Grant Program.

Chris Sevits with the Missouri Department of Conversation Forestry Division is pictured here presenting a grant award in the amount of $2,855.48 to Gorin Fire Department Chief, Mike Parrish. The grant is part of the Volunteer Fire Assistance (VFA) Fire Department Matching Grant Program.

Gorin Fire Department Chief, Mike Parrish, was recently presented a check in the amount of $2,855.48 from a state matching funds program.

During July and August, matching funds grant checks for rural fire departments are being distributed by the Missouri Department of Conservation, Forestry Division staff.

One hundred fifty-six fire departments are receiving checks for up to $4,000.00 to help with the purchase of personal protective gear and firefighting equipment, for wildfire as well as structure fire suppression efforts.  The total funding awarded to Missouri fire departments through the matching funds grant program this year is $338,490.28.

Fire departments are required to match 50% of the funds which are provided by the Missouri Department of Conservation and the US Forest Service, Volunteer Fire Assistance Program.  Throughout the last 30 years, over $7.5 million has been distributed to rural fire departments to help them increase the safety of their firefighters and provide them with better firefighting equipment.

The total amount expended by the Gorin Fire Department, including the grant, was $5,805.00.  With this money, the department purchased five 5 gallon poly backpack pumps, one 1” yellow hose (100’ roll), one 1” nozzle pistol grip, two rechargeable flash lights, seven 1.5” fire hoses, four 2.5” fire hoses, and three 4” supply hoses.

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