Today's Features



     I have to admit, I’m somewhat of a complainer. I really hope that I am being harder on myself than I need to be, but I know I do complain more than I should. I am thankful however that most of my complaining is to God. But nevertheless, I’m complaining. 

  •  "Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love, in honor preferring one another."  Romans 12:10

  •  Vacation Bible School at Parsons Presbyterian  

  •  DAV member Harry Coleman (seated), of Chiefland, presents a check to DAV Chapter 63 Commander Fred Heirnrich (front right) for the repair of the Chapter’s roof.

    In turn, Heinrich presents Coleman with a certificate of appreciation, a DAV Life membership lapel pin and a DAV baseball cap.

  •     Withlacoochee Area Residents Inc. is sponsoring a series of Florida folk artist concerts in Yankeetown, Dunnellon and Crystal River to support efforts to protect and preserve the Nature Coast. 

  •     The 2011 Summer Reading Program by the Levy County Public Library System will help readers travel the globe this summer,

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  • Bill Hammond, right, president of the Chiefland Rotary Club, was presented with a Presidential Citation by Rotary District 6940 Assistant Governor Ed Philman. The citation honors Hammond for his contributions in leading the club this year.

  • Joppa Baptist homecoming
    Joppa Baptist Church is holding a homecoming celebration on June 5 at 11 a.m.  Pastor Steve King from First Baptist of  Coleman is guest speaker.  Joppa Baptist Church was established in 1896 and will be celebrating their 115th year. The homecoming theme is a western theme so come dressed for the West.  There will be dinner on the grounds following the service.  A special invitation is being extended to all previous pastors and their families.

    Joppa enrolls Vacation Bible School

  • “Quit dragging your fishing pole,” I barked, and swatted my seven year old little brother across his cotton top. “What are you moping about anyhow?”
    Obviously something was eating little Heath. He usually gabbed the whole way to the fishing hole. When he finally looked up from between those slumped shoulders his lips were curled like he’d ate our tube of crickets. I thought he was going to spew. “You promise you won’t tell momma?” he gasped, fighting back tears.