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.

Recent Grad Killed in Head-on Crash Near Memphis

Chester Robinson (#22) passed away in a head-on collision Tuesday morning in Scotland County just days after graduating from Scotland County R-I High School.

Chester Robinson (#22) passed away in a head-on collision Tuesday morning in Scotland County just days after graduating from Scotland County R-I High School.

Less than two weeks after crossing the podium to accept his high school diploma, a Scotland County graduate was tragically taken from the community in a head-on collision north of Memphis on Tuesday morning.

According to the Missouri State Highway Patrol, Chester E. Robinson, 18, of Memphis was pronounced deceased at the scene of a two-vehicle crash on Highway 15, seven miles north of Memphis at 6:47 a.m.

Robinson was northbound in a 2002 Pontiac Grand Am when he failed to negotiate a curve. His vehicle crossed the center line and struck a southbound 2000 Dodge Dakota head on.

The driver of the second vehicle, Tyler A. Scott, 21, of Bloomfield, IA, was flown from the scene by Air Evac Helicopter and transported to Iowa City Hospital with serious injuries.

The Patrol was assisted at the scene by the Memphis Police Department, the Scotland County Sheriff’s Office, the Scotland County Fire and Rescue Squad, Scotland County First Responders and the Scotland County Ambulance Service.

Chester Robinson

Chester Robinson

Funeral services are pending for Robinson at Gerth Funeral Service in Memphis.

Both vehicles sustained total damage in the accident and were removed from the scene by Lakeside Towing of Memphis.

Local Grad Standing Guard at Arlington National Cemetery

Former SCR-I student Joshua Lee Tague is a member of the U.S. Navy Ceremonial Guard which performs services at Arlington National Cemetery.

Former SCR-I student Joshua Lee Tague is a member of the U.S. Navy Ceremonial Guard which performs services at Arlington National Cemetery.

Less than three years after completing high school, a local high school graduate has found his way to Washington D.C. and has been part of some of the nation’s biggest events.

Lee Tague, a 2013 graduate of Knox County High School, enlisted in the United States Navy shortly after high school. Just months later his service has transplanted the young man in our nation’s capital, with regular service at Arlington National Cemetery.

Lee is the son of Larry and Tamara Tague. He attended Scotland County schools before transferring in high school to Knox County.

The Gorin native never imagined his career choice would send him so far away from home, so quickly.

His journey started in Great Lakes, IL, for basic training. He spent the eight-week process at the center, some 30 minutes outside of Chicago.

It was during basic training that Tague took part in an interview process for the U.S. Navy Ceremonial Guard. As a Naval Religious Program Specialist, he was eligible for the program, and after being approved for consideration, then volunteered for the prestigious posting.

Following boot camp, Tague spent two months in additional training for the guard, with emphasis on the special uniform as well as the M1 Garand rifle, the weapon used by the U.S. armed forces dating back to World War II.

“We definitely spend a lot of time making sure our uniforms are presentable and that our appearance is the best it can be,” he said. “Our motto is perfection is expected, excellence is accepted, meaning that while we know no one is ever perfect, we will work to achieve perfection every day.”

The attention to detail begins with the white gloves.

“We always wear gloves when touching our rifles or when handling a flag, out of respect to those instruments, which may have seen battle.”

Respect is the basis for all of the guards’ actions.

“Most people do not understand why we take these ‘little things’ so seriously,” said Tague. “Like standing at attention, working to show no emotion, regardless of whether it is raining, snowing or frigid cold. It is out of respect. That is our mission.”

While the gloves are important, the brass belt of the uniform is the pride of the Navy.

“It is the center piece of the uniform,” said Tague. “Depending on what the weather was like when you wore it, you can spend anywhere from 30 minutes to three or four hours every day or every other day, polishing that brass. It is a point of proud among us when some of the belts details begin to fade because it has been polished so much.”

Established in 1931, the United States Navy Ceremonial Guard is the official ceremonial unit of the Navy. Located at Joint Base Anacostia-Bolling, Washington, DC, the Navy Ceremonial Guard’s primary mission is to represent the service in Presidential, Joint Armed Forces, Navy, and public ceremonies in and around the nation’s capital.

“We’re the face of the Navy at such things as parades, arrivals of foreign dignitaries and even at major sporting events,” said Tague. “For instance, we were there for the arrival in America of the Japanese Foreign Minister.”

Tague said this service was very prestigious, as it marked a key meeting with one of our nation’s greatest naval allies and was held on the south lawn of the Whitehouse.

He also served at the retirement ceremony for former Secretary of Defense Chuck Hagel.

Most recently, Tague served as an escort during the ceremony for Navy Seal Edward Byers, the latest recipient of the Medal of Honor, and receiving the honor to escort him to the Hall of Heroes where the names of the medal winners are enshrined.

“Two years ago I never would have imaged being in the presence of such great people,” said Tague.

During the week however, the primary duty of the guard is to serve as the funeral escort and to conduct services for Navy personnel buried at Arlington National Cemetery.

Tasking for ceremonies comes from the President of the United States, the Secretaries of Defense and the Navy, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the Chief of Naval Operations, and the Commandant, Naval District Washington.  Navy Ceremonial Guard Sailors participate in numerous other military ceremonies at local commands.  Some elements of the command, such as the Drill Team and Color Guard, have represented the Navy in public events across the nation and around the world.

Tague gives much of the credit for his choice to pursue a military career to a former coach at Knox County High School, Keith Gudehus.

“He was a big inspiration for me,” said Tague. “Obviously his level of success is motivating, but for me his attention to detail and how much he cared about other people are truly what inspired me.”

Gudehus returned to coach the Knox County girls basketball program after retiring from the U.S. Army after 21 years of service.

“He set an excellent example for me, his selflessness and his ability to motivate others are part of why I enlisted,” said Tague.

Tague recently returned home for the funeral of his grandfather, Rodney Day. Day served in the U.S. Army, so Tague got to witness his military rites at the funeral.

“It definitely created a new perspective for me about what we do in the Ceremonial Guard,” he said. “I really appreciated the respect that was offered to my grandfather and our family. I’m honored to be able to do that for other military families.”

While still attached to the ceremonial guard unit, Tague’s career has taken a new path in public relations. Now an E-4 status, Tague currently is working with visitors at the Pentagon.

“I’m a liaison for visitors to the Department of Defense headquarters,” he said. “It is a public affairs posting, where we provide outreach services and work with the public. It’s quite a transition from standing silently at attention for hours at a time. Now much of what I do is talking and communicating.”

He believes his next posting may take him to North Carolina or California to work with the U.S. Marines. Ultimately the Scotland County native hopes one day to return to the diplomacy arena, possibly working at the State Department.

GERTRUDE BERTRAM DEEGAN (5/21/1914 – 5/21/2016)

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Gertrude Bertram Deegan, 102, of Las Vegas, NV, returned to her father in heaven at the Summerlin Hospital in Las Vegas.

She was born May 21, 1914; the daughter of Ernest and Ruth (Short) Bertram at Rutledge, MO. Gertrude married Walter (Bud) Deegan in 1959. They enjoyed a wonderful married life until his passing in 2003.

She grew up in Rural Scotland County areas of Rutledge and Gorin. She graduated from Gorin High School in 1932. She attended Northeast Missouri Teachers College, now known as Truman State University in Kirksville, MO. Gertrude spent the next eight years teaching in several rural schools around the area.

In 1941, Gertrude traveled to Longbeach, CA where she worked for an optical company and later was one of the first women to own her own company, Powers Optical Co. which she operated for the next 25 years. Gertrude was recognized in 1958 as The Women of the Year for the West Coast Eye Foundation.

After retirement, she moved to El Toro, CA. They lived there until her husband retired from employment in Orange County. They settled in Las Vegas, NV in 1991 where she kept busy with numerous activities.

She worked for Avis, Neptune Society, and was active in many social events in Sin City.

Gertrude was a member of the Colony Baptist Church while growing up in rural MO. She is a charter member of the Presbyterian Church in Las Vegas. She joined DAR at a young age and a member of the Eastern Star for 50 plus years. She was very active in church activities, clubs, and community work. Gertrude loved cooking (especially pies), entertaining, traveling, and being around friends and family. She had many wonderful times during her life, but coming back on the Amtrak train and attending her 80th class Alumni at Gorin in 2012 stood out as one of her favorites. She never forgot her rural roots and family back in Missouri.

She is survived by one sister-in-law, Rosie Fishback of Kirksville, several nephews and nieces; Chad York and wife Randi of Rutledge, MO; Ellen Sue Morris and husband Bill, Fenton, MO; Connie Scotti and Jim of Kimberling, MO; Pam Schmutzler and Monty of Jefferson City, MO; Kenny Mayfield and wife Nancy of Woodland, TX; Charlie Mayfield and Katherine of Colony, MO; Jan Hide and Dick of Kirksville, MO; and Terry Lynn Winters and Tom of Gilbert, AZ; and a host of friends and family. She had a special place in her heart for her friend Maria and friends at Las Ventanas in Las Vegas.

She was preceded in death by her husband Bud Deegan, her parents Ernie and Ruth Bertram, three brothers, Richard, Garland, and Gilvie Bertram, two sisters, Ann Lee York, Irene Mayfield, and one nephew Ronnie Mayfield.

 A life celebration service will be held at a later date in Las Vegas

Scotland County Senior Nutrition Center

MENU

Thursday, May 26 – Lasagna/Meat Sauce, Lettuce Salad, Hominy, Garlic Bread, Peaches

Friday, May 27 – Catfish Nuggets, Sweet Potato, Broccoli Salad, Peas, Cornbread, Ice Cream, Cake

Monday, May 30 – Center Closed, No Meals

Tuesday, May 31 – Meatloaf, Scalloped Potatoes, Marinated Tomatoes, Lima Beans, Slice Bread, Pudding

Wednesday, June 1 – Fried Chicken, Mashed Potatoes/Gravy, Buttered Carrots, Hot Roll, Mixed Fruit

Thursday, June 2 – Ham and Beans, Onions, Carrot-Pineapple Salad, Buttered Beets, Cornbread, Cake

ACTIVITIES

Thursday, May 26 –   Card Party at 5:00 p.m.

Monday, May 30 – Memorial Day, Center Closed

Thursday, June 2 –   Card Party at 5:00 p.m.

Judge Webber to Speak at 70th Annual Memorial Day Services

The 70th Annual Memorial Day Services will be held on the Scotland County Courthouse lawn on May 30th starting at 10 a.m.

The 70th Annual Memorial Day Services will be held on the Scotland County Courthouse lawn on May 30th starting at 10 a.m.

A familiar face will take the podium on Monday as the Wallace W. Gillespie Memorial Post #4958 of the Veterans of Foreign Wars hosts its 70th annual Memorial Day Services on the Scotland County Courthouse lawn.

Judge E. Richard Webber will be the featured speaker for the event. Webber, the Senior United States District Judge for the Eastern District of Missouri, traces his legal roots back to Scotland County. He served as the First Judicial Circuit Judge in Memphis from 1979 until 1995. On August 10, 1995 he was nominated by President Bill Clinton for the federal judge position. He assumed senior status with the district court in 2009.

Born in Kahoka, Webber, attended the University of Missouri and graduated from the Missouri School of Law in 1967, when he moved to Memphis and started work as the prosecuting attorney before ultimately becoming a judge.

VFW Post Commander Larry Curry and program chairman Donnie Middleton will open the 70th annual Memorial Day services at 10 a.m. Don Norton and Mike Stephenson will perform the placing of the wreath at the soldiers’ memorial. Bill Camp will lead the gathering in the pledge of allegiance and Les Richmond of Ignite Ministries will lead the invocation. The Scotland County school band will perform the National Anthem followed by a patriotic music selection by the Memphis Community Players.

Presiding First Circuit Judge Gary Dial will have the honor of introducing his friend and college, Dick Webber.

James Parker will perform Sleep Soldier Boy with the piano accompaniment of Connie Courtney prior to the benediction by Richmond.

The service will close with the traditional 21 gun salute by the VFW rifle squad with the playing of Taps by Melinda Briggs with echo provided by Chris Kempke.

In case of inclement weather, the services will be moved indoors

Chabert Returns Home to Open Electrical Evolution Contracting Service

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Customers of Scotland County’s newest electrical contractor may be shocked to learn they may have known the owner growing up. Electrical Evolution, LLC is open for business in Scotland County after owner Chris Chabert, returned home to northeast Missouri.

Chris and his wife Randi relocated to rural Memphis in April and the couple is excited about the opportunity to bring their electrical contracting services to the community.

Chris Chabert  grew up in Scotland County and attended SCR-I High School until his sophomore season when his family moved back to Louisiana.

After earning an electrical technician degree and spending the past 10 years working in the electrical field, Chabert decided it was time to return home to Scotland County and start his own business.

Electrical Evolution will offer residential, commercial and agricultural wiring services, electrical maintenance and troubleshooting. Chabert will provide installation and new construction for wiring systems in homes, businesses and on the farm.

“I have 10 years of experience, working on a variety of projects from malls and hospitals, to grain bins, boats and alarm systems,” he said. “Just about anything with wiring in it, I’ve worked on it.”

His work experience includes three phase, as well high and low voltage systems and even 12-volt operations.

The electrician said he is available to work on grain bins, rehabbing older homes’ electrical systems, upgrading lighting options, or designing and constructing power systems for new construction.

For more information on Electrical Evolution, contact the Chaberts at 660-945-3057 or 660-956-5863.

Toblers Receive Outstanding Advisors for 2016 at IHCC

Indian Hills Community College President Dr. Marlene Sprouse and Certified Executive Chef and IHCC Culinary Arts Program Director Gordon Rader present the award of 2016 IHCC Outstanding Adviisors to doctors Randy and Heliene Tobler.

Indian Hills Community College President Dr. Marlene Sprouse and Certified Executive Chef and IHCC Culinary Arts Program Director Gordon Rader present the award of 2016 IHCC Outstanding Adviisors to doctors Randy and Heliene Tobler.

Culinary arts will always have students as long as the Toblers are involved.”  Those were the words of Certified Executive Chef and Indian Hills Community College Culinary Arts Program Director, Gordon Rader, at the annual dinner honoring the College’s numerous Advisory Committees.  Indian Hills Community College in Ottumwa, IA, recently honored Drs. Randy and Heliene Tobler with the Outstanding Advisors for 2016.  During the presentation, IHCC President, Dr. Marlene Sprouse explained that professionals from the community serve on these advisory boards, which support Indian Hills Community College by helping to shape programs and ensure the relevance of course content and instruction.

In Chef Rader’s remarks, he mentioned the Toblers enthusiasm for his Culinary Arts program at Indian Hills and their financial contributions to the program and to individual students in the program needing help with tuition.  He announced the Toblers newly formed non-profit organization for culinary arts in Southeast Iowa and Northeast Missouri called The Midwest Ambassadors for the Culinary Arts, or MACA, which is composed of a group of very supportive health care professionals and educators who love to eat well and have a desire to support a very worthy profession.  The organization is geared to not only help the IHCC Culinary Arts Program grow but to recognize and support the growing interest in culinary arts in the region.

Chef Rader said, “Randy and Heliene have been instrumental in enriching my own life by sharing their deep regard for humanity with me through mirth and wisdom each time we connect.  They understand what we do here at Indian Hills and together with all of our advisors, faculty, staff and supporters, we CHANGE LIVES.”

Drs. Randy and Heliene Tobler live near Bible Grove, Missouri.  Dr. Randy Tobler is an OB/GYN and the CEO at Scotland County Hospital in Memphis.  Dr. Heliene Tobler is a Holistic Nutritionist.  They have three grown children.  Together, they host the Healthy U Radio Show every Tuesday morning at 10:05 a.m. on KMEM-FM, 100.5, and they author a blog at Dr.Tobler.com. Dr. Randy hosts a Saturday morning political radio talk show out of St. Louis on 97.1 FM.

106 People Donate Blood At Memorial Drive

A total of 96 units of blood were collected by the Red Cross during the May 10th blood drive in Memphis at the First Baptist Church.

A total of 96 units of blood were collected by the Red Cross during the May 10th blood drive in Memphis at the First Baptist Church.

The Spring Red Cross blood drive held in memory of Stryker Anderson, who was born with a rare genetic blood disorder, was met with the greatest turnout we have seen in recent years with one-hundred-six people coming out to give blood.

Ninety-six units were collected during the May 10th blood drive with six first-time donors leading the way: Bobby Anderson, Esther Mae Good, Karla Martin, Faith Miller, Shannon Niffen and Mary E. Olson. May this begin a lifelong habit of giving to this lifesaving cause.

The following donors are recognized for reaching their respective goals: a one-gallon pin was awarded to Keegan Beard, a two-gallon pin was awarded to Abraham M. Zimmerman, three-gallon pins were awarded to Mary W. Good and Glenn Zimmerman, a four-gallon pin was awarded to Daniel Hite, Debbie Woods earned her seven-gallon pin, eight-gallon pins were awarded to Brent Bonderant, Priscilla J. Martin and David Zeiset, Jr., Ronnie Boyer earned his nine-gallon pin, Benjie Briggs was awarded her eleven-gallon pin, Richard Middleton earned a twelve-gallon pin and Larry Riney topped the list by earning his nineteen-gallon pin, which is quite an accomplishment.

Congratulations to Larry and all the others who are recognized for reaching their respective milestones in giving.

The Red Cross and local volunteers would also like to thank the community for their patience. With such a large turnout, some were required to endure waiting times far longer than normal.

We will continue to do all we can to make the process more efficient and reduce waiting time. The following local businesses and churches are recognized for their generous donations to this event: The Daisy Patch for supplying long-stem roses to all the donors, J’s Foods for supplying orange juice, The First Presbyterian Church of Memphis for a generous supply of homemade cookies, The First Baptist Church for supplying sandwiches and Pizza Hut for supplying personal pan pizzas to student donors.

Thank, you and God bless all those who came out to donate and all those who gave of their time to make this event possible. May Stryker’ s family remain in our thoughts and prayers.

Ruby Red Hats Meet in Memphis

The Rutledge Ruby Red Hats met May 16th at Keith’s Café.

Joann Rood and Marilyn Dunn were hostesses. Joann read some interesting readings and then lunch was served. Door prizes were drawn and given. There were eleven members and two visitors. Attending were, Virginia Hustead, Joyce Bass, Celina Erickson, Marjorie Peterson, Reva Hustead, Jewel Brown, Neta Phillips, Marlene Henry, Ruth Ludwick, Marlyn Camery, Joann Rood, and Marilyn Dunn. Next month’s meeting will be decided later.

Scotland County Area Moving On Program Will Meet May 31st

The Scotland County Area Moving On Program will be held Tuesday, May 31, 2016 at the Methodist Church at 1:30 p.m.  Chris Tinkle will have a Special Program.  Everyone is asked to bring a photograph of yourself or family and refreshments will be served by Exchange Bank of Northeast Missouri.

If you have suffered a loss, this program helps provide support through caring confidential visiting and fellowship with others that have lost love ones.  The group shares 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 (328-6367), Laura Schenk (465-7363) and Chris Tinkle, program coordinator (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.

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