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  • Ed Bousman spread the gospel around the world

    Ladies and gentlemen, in the 1960s, Ed Bousman had a dream. This dream became a reality when Ed went to his congregation at the Lynchburg Church of Christ one Sunday morning with a challenge for them to go home and ask God for something impossible.
  • Hillsboro auto dealers: Do you remember these?
    When I was digging through my “history cabinet” this morning, I stumbled onto a list of Hillsboro businesses that were doing business back in 1961. It was given to me by the community’s good friend, Bob Hodson. It might surprise you that there were more than 154 businesses in Hillsboro in 1961.
  • Hillsboro auto dealers: Do you remember these?
    When I was digging through my “history cabinet” this morning, I stumbled onto a list of Hillsboro businesses that were doing business back in 1961. It was given to me by the community’s good friend, Bob Hodson. It might surprise you that there were more than 154 businesses in Hillsboro in 1961.
  • Hillsboro auto dealers: Do you remember these?
    When I was digging through my “history cabinet” this morning, I stumbled onto a list of Hillsboro businesses that were doing business back in 1961. It was given to me by the community’s good friend, Bob Hodson. It might surprise you that there were more than 154 businesses in Hillsboro in 1961.
  • The road to the Sesquicentennial: From Brown to Brown-Roush Farm
    Ladies and gentlemen, after last week’s offering that detailed when Bernice Brown, my first cousin three times removed, was visited by a pair of masked men at her home near Hoagland, someone reached out to me asking if the intruders who tied the 74-year-old up in the winter of 1965 and left her for two to three days were ever caught.
  • The road to the sesquicentennial: Coincidences – or not?
    Joshua and Jeanette built the two-story brick farmhouse – in which I was raised – back in the 1840s. Several times during the “Ghost stories” series, I referenced an old photograph of the Brown family that hung in the same spot in the homestead for most of my life, but had been recently moved to a new location and was replaced by a clock.
  • The road to the sesquicentennial: Coincidences – or not?
    Joshua and Jeanette built the two-story brick farmhouse – in which I was raised – back in the 1840s. Several times during the “Ghost stories” series, I referenced an old photograph of the Brown family that hung in the same spot in the homestead for most of my life, but had been recently moved to a new location and was replaced by a clock.
  • The road to the sesquicentennial: Coincidences – or not?
    Joshua and Jeanette built the two-story brick farmhouse – in which I was raised – back in the 1840s. Several times during the “Ghost stories” series, I referenced an old photograph of the Brown family that hung in the same spot in the homestead for most of my life, but had been recently moved to a new location and was replaced by a clock.
  • The road to the sesquicentennial: Coincidences – or not?
    Joshua and Jeanette built the two-story brick farmhouse – in which I was raised – back in the 1840s. Several times during the “Ghost stories” series, I referenced an old photograph of the Brown family that hung in the same spot in the homestead for most of my life, but had been recently moved to a new location and was replaced by a clock.
  • The road to the Sesquicentennial: A pandemic and the weeping woman
    Ladies and gentlemen, when we paused last time at the beginning of the 20th century on the long and winding road to the Brown-Roush Ohio Sesquicentennial Farm owned by my parents, Ken and Judy Roush of Highland County, the governor of Ohio and fellow Civil War veteran pardoned Marion DeCalb Britton, who had been sentenced to life in prison for fatally shooting his brother-in-law, John Brown, at the Parker House in uptown Hillsboro back in 1888.
  • The road to the Sesquicentennial: Another 1880s tragedy
    Ladies and gentlemen, when we paused last time in 1889 on the long and winding road to the Brown-Roush Ohio Sesquicentennial Farm owned by my parents, Ken and Judy Roush of Highland County, the matriarch of the Brown family, Jeanette Brown, died tragically in the house my parents call home.
  • The road to the Sesquicentennial: Another tragic death
    Ladies and gentlemen, when we paused in the summer of 1889 on the long and winding road to the Brown-Roush Ohio Sesquicentennial Farm owned by my parents, Ken and Judy Roush of Highland County, Marion DeCalb Britton was convicted of fatally shooting his brother-in-law John Brown at the Parker House Hotel a year earlier, but the judge tossed the verdict and ordered a new trial upon the ground of juror misconduct.
  • The road to the Sesquicentennial: The Britton trial begins
    Ladies and gentlemen, when we paused last time along the road to the Brown-Roush Ohio Sesquicentennial Farm owned by my parents, Ken and Judy Roush of Highland County, it was the summer of 1888, and John Brown had been shot twice at the Parker House in uptown Hillsboro on Aug. 4.
  • The road to the Sesquicentennial: Family feud leads to gunfire, Part II
    Ladies and gentlemen, in the 1880 United States Federal Census, John Brown was listed as farming the land his late father, Joshua Brown (1807-67), founded, and was living with his 66-year-old mother, Jeannette, and his older sister, Mary.
  • The road to the Sesquicentennial: Family feud leads to gunfire
    Ladies and gentlemen, when we paused last time along the road to the Brown-Roush Ohio Sesquicentennial Farm owned by my parents, Ken and Judy Roush of Highland County, we were in the spring of 1888 and John Brown and his brother-in-law Marion Britton had just had a heated argument after Brown’s sister, Mary, had broken off her engagement to Britton at the behest of her brother.
  • The road to the Sesquicentennial: The family feud heats up
    Ladies and gentlemen, when we paused last time along the road to the Brown-Roush Ohio Sesquicentennial Farm owned by my parents, Ken and Judy Roush of Highland County, we were in the late 1880s and a bitter family feud was brewing.
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