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Letters

  • Letter: Wilma Faile's skunks, Round 2

    Thank you for putting my letter in the paper. I’ve had so many calls, and everywhere we go someone talks to us about it, and they have asked if we have seen any more.
    So, this is my reply.
    The week of Christmas, the house was decorated and I was baking and making candy for church and friends. No smell of skunks.

  • Letter: Thank law officers for their sacrifices

    Every day, thousands of South Carolina law enforcement officers go to work to serve and protect the citizens of our great state. We are so accustomed to having them on duty in our communities that sometimes we neglect to adequately thank them.
    In 2015, three S.C. officers made the ultimate sacrifice and died in the line of duty. The number of S.C. law officers killed on duty stands at approximately 335.

  • Letter: Mayoral candidates, campaign with honor

    Coming up Feb. 23 is the election for Lancaster mayor.  Several candidates have registered and are now campaigning.   
    We the people of Lancaster take great pride in our city and desire to see progress that will help increase employment, lower crime rates, and bridge race and community relations. We believe that progress will help change the negative image of our city. It will help attract major industry and people here. We are Lancaster, and proud of it!

  • Letter: Too little Christmas spirit on Main Street

    Kudos to the city of historic downtown Lancaster Main Street on their beautiful Christmas light display. They really went all out.
    Where’s the Christmas spirit in downtown?
    McAdenville, don’t worry.
    Bah humbug!

    D.R. Lambert
    Lancaster

     

  • Letter: Lancaster was lucky to have Ellen Dean

    March 14, 1949, was my 16th birthday.
    My parents gave me a party in the elegant Rainbow Room of the Ellen Dean Hotel.
    What a special occasion. Lancaster was lucky to have this facility. How sad to see it go. Thanks for the memories.

    Ann Biggart Cross
    Lancaster

     

  • Letter: Thank you for helping Miracle Bikes for Kids

    Thanks so much to all of you who helped Gonzie’s Miracle Bikes for Kids continue to provide bicycles to children during this Christmas season.
    Some people donated bikes, while others donated funds to help refurbish the bikes. All of you helped bring joy and happiness to the hearts of many children.
    Last year, we were able to provide bicycles for 83 children in 29 families. This year, with your help, we gave bikes to 91 children in 38 families.

  • Letter: One-of-a-kind nurse

    I have written a lot of letters. This one is about a beautiful lady who is a nurse in the emergency room at Springs Memorial Hospital.  This lady is a super nurse, one of a kind. She was meant to be a nurse. She treats you with respect. She is an asset to the hospital.
    She was my wife’s home health nurse for a while before she passed away in 2008. She loved Laura. Thank you, Laura, for all of your hard work. You are truly one of a kind.

    Carl M. Miles
    Lancaster

  • Letter: On Presbyterians, Noble gets it wrong

    The low-information voters who read Phil Noble’s Dec. 18 column  (“Ban evil religious sect… the Presbyterians”) probably thought he was serious. They don’t know he is just seriously wrong about Presbyterian theology. Those who realized he was attempting to be sarcastically clever merely thought the piece insipid and misleading.

  • Letter: ‘Beard plan’ is answer to Medicare tax increase

    From your printed pages, I notice our  local leaders have some new spending plans on the drawing boards.
    To be fair, I’m sure a bunch of it is justified. I go along with plans to pump up  the budget as an effort to retain our law enforcement officers and EMS personnel. Us folks have to do the best we can. Holding on to trained officers is better than starting over with a bunch of recruits. When I holler “HELP,” don’t send me a rookie.

  • A Christmas miracle dream

    Without little ones, Christmas morning sort of leaves a void, and we have to eat that cookie we left by the mantel.

    Somewhere I read that folks like me may go into a depressed state. You know, stuff ain’t going like it did for so many previous years. The Christmas stories on television seem the same.  Television families have mountains of problems until the sky opens up and snowflakes begin to lay a soft white carpet on the lawn and life returns, as if by magic,  to one of happiness and good cheer. Well, looks like rain clouds over our house.