Sherman County Photography Club, Aug. 27
Fall CASA Volunteer Training Begins for Child Advocates, Sept. 20
Perspective: On This Day, August 24, in 1925
Matthew Dwayne “Matt” Carroll 1990-2018
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1. Sherman County Photography Club, Aug. 27
The Sherman County Photography Club meets this Monday, August 27, 6pm at the Steve Burnett Extension building in Moro. Please bring your 2018 Fair photos to share with the group. Plans will be made for a September field trip/outing. Grab your smart phone and/or camera and plan on joining in the fun. New participants are encouraged to come.
2. Fall CASA Volunteer Training Begins for Child Advocates, Sept. 20
Fall CASA Volunteer Training begins on September 20th. Community volunteers (like you!) are needed to advocate for local children in foster care in Sherman, Wasco and Hood River counties. To become a volunteer, you must be dependable, have a strong desire to help kids and complete the application process which includes an interview, background check, application form and references. The interview and application form must be completed before training starts.
On average volunteers spend 8-10 hours per month advocating for their CASA child or sibling group and they commit to advocating for their assigned child until their case closes and they are placed in a permanent home.
Curious? Have questions? Ready to sign up? Call the CASA office at (541) 386-3468 or visit www.gorgecasa.org.
3. Perspective: On This Day, August 24, in 1925
Wow this date has been a busy one. On this day, August 24, in 1925, Seneca dipped to 13 degrees which is the coldest ever reported in Oregon for August. In 2000, lightning started fires east of Heppner, southeast of Ukiah, and in the Hells Canyon National Recreation Area of Oregon, eventually growing to over 93 thousand acres. A 77-thousand-acre fire was also started by lightning southwest of Mabton, Washington, on this date in 2000. In 1997, thunderstorm winds gusted to around 60 mph at Umatilla and Pendleton, Oregon. ~U.S. National Weather Service in Pendleton, Oregon
4. Matthew Dwayne “Matt” Carroll 1990-2018
Matthew Dwayne “Matt” Carroll of Hermiston/Irrigon was born on June 13, 1990, in Richland, Washington, to Larry and Vickee Carroll. He died on August 17, 2018, in Portland, Oregon, at the age of 28 years.
Matt attended schools in Irrigon, graduating from Irrigon High School in the class of 2008. He then attended Oregon State University. Matt lived in Portland for a few years where he enjoyed all of the interesting and diverse people. He then returned to Hermiston and worked on the family farm, Holzapfel Ranch, for several years. He was very much into computers, gaming, video games, anime, and continuously researching information.
He is survived by his parents, Larry and Vickee Carroll, Hermiston, Ore.; brother Tyler Carroll, Hermiston, Ore.; grandparents Janet Cooley, Irrigon, Ore., and Dwayne and Gerry Carroll, Hermiston, Ore.; and numerous aunts, uncles and cousins. He was preceded in death by his grandfather, William “Bill” Cooley. A festival of life for Matthew was held on Saturday, August 25, 2018, at 4:00 p.m. at his grandmother’s home in Irrigon, Oregon.
5. Mountain Climbers
When you think about mountain climbing, maybe your stomach does a little flip-flop. But, you know, people who are successful in life are really a lot like mountain climbers. They don’t start out climbing Mount Everest. Instead they train and practice on smaller slopes until they build the skills and confidence to move on to bigger challenges.
When they choose a goal, they map out a plan and, as much as possible, they follow it. They equip themselves as well as they possibly can and they learn from the competition. They fully expect to run into problems, so when they do, it doesn’t throw them. They deal with them as best they can and move on.
Mountain climbers and high achievers keep their fear and negative thinking under control because they know that these things will defeat them more certainly than any avalanche or sudden storm. They also understand the importance of persistence and tenacity. And finally, every now and then, they bite off a little more than they are absolutely certain they can chew.
Like the saying goes, “When there’s no place to go but up, you go up.”
Now, you may not want to conquer Everest, but is there a mountain in your life just calling out to be climbed? Is there a mountain in your organization that is just begging to be conquered? If you are like most folks, there is. And you know, it’s a pretty safe bet that you can do it – once you set your mind to it. ~The Pacific Institute
6. The Stranger
A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family.
The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on. As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger was our storyteller.
He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies. If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future!
He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry.
The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn’t seem to mind. Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.
Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home –not from us, our friends or any visitors.
Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn’t permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished.
He talked freely, much too freely about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and even embarrassing. I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked… And NEVER asked to leave.
More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents’ den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.
His name? We just call him ‘TV.’
He has a wife now; we call her “Computer.”
Their first child is “Cell Phone,”
Their second child is “I Pod.”
And born a few years ago, a grandchild: “IPAD.”
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