Monthly Archives: July 2013

BLWS a hit once again for Easley

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Curt Austin, the father of Army Pfc. Barrett Austin, throws out the first pitch at

PS&L honors Singleton for half-century

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Pickens Savings and Loan president Alex Gettys,

6th ‘Food Fight Bowl’ to benefit Meals on Wheels


EASLEY — The sixth annual Meals on Wheels Sam Wyche Food Fight Bowl, presented by Save-A-Lot for the second

Officials hope to aid flood victims

COUNTY — Pickens County Emergency Management officials are looking to help residents affected by recent rain and flooding.

Bringing home the gold

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The PT Cruisers, an 11th-grade girls AAU basketball team, won the national championship earlier this month at a tournament

Teachers visiting workplaces

COUNTY — County workplaces will feature a few unfamiliar faces on Thursday.


University police arrest man on credit card theft charges

CLEMSON — Clemson University police arrested a Seneca man in connection with the theft of an employee’s wallet from a campus office.

Richard Clayton Sr., 43, was charged Tuesday with three counts of felony financial transaction card theft, as well as petit larceny less than $2,000 and trespassing after notice.

Clayton was already on notice not to trespass on campus. He is not a Clemson student or employee.

Warrants said Clayton took the wallet with credit cards and cash from an office in the Academic Success Center.

He was released on a $7,500 surety bond.


A new day

A New Day

By Nicole Guttermuth

My divorce was final on July 26. At the very end of the proceeding, the judge (Ironically, I don’t remember her name) asked if I wanted to change my name. Without much thought or hesitation, I offered an emphatic yes.

I am, once again, Nicole Trista Guttermuth. Folks, I know the name isn’t much of an upgrade. I grew up being called “gutter-mouth.” But it is my name. The name I was given at birth. The one I “gave up” for what I thought would be a more complete life. And it only seems fitting that I regain my old name to go with the new version of me as I officially turn the page and begin a new chapter in my life.

Obviously I didn’t consider what a pain-in-the-you-know-what it is going to be to have to change all of my identification, and they just ordered business cards for me at The Parenting Place. Thank goodness for Sharpies! It is all worth it to shed my former name because, as much fun as it was to listen to people butcher it in a desperate attempt at pronunciation, it simply isn’t, wasn’t, me.

Being Guttermuth again is like slipping into my favorite pair of blue jeans. The name is comfortable, and it is well-fitting. “Gutermuth” means “good spirit” or “good cheer.” It comes from Middle High German “guot” (good) and “muot” (mind, spirit).

Guttermuth is a name for an optimistic person, and I can’t think of a better-fitting name for my spirit and personality.

I would be untruthful if I said this last year did not come with moments of utter frustration and days when I felt like I wanted to give up and throw in the towel. Yet I am a firm believer in the notion that what does not kill us makes us stronger.

With complete honesty, I can say I am a better person for everything I’ve endured, and I firmly believe that I have God to thank for this because I did not survive the rugged terrain of this journey on my own. I had a guide holding my hand every step of the way, and every time I lost my footing or stumbled, He was there to pick me up and steady me so I could continue.

If I can offer any piece of wisdom to my readers, I would echo the sentiment of Winston Churchill when he said, “Never, never, never give up!”

Believe me: I know there are days when quitting seems like not only the best, but also the only option. Don’t. Those are the days when you must dig in, dig deep and push through.

I am living proof that there is light at the end of the tunnel that opens into an amazingly beautiful new day.


Keep those corn rows coming

On The Way

By Olivia Fowler

Most of us remember the first job we ever had for which we received actual money. There weren’t many summer jobs for teens in the rural south that weren’t related to agriculture. We grew up in a region where farming was the way of life and few men weren’t farmers. Soy beans, lespedeza, cotton, tobacco and corn were all money crops. Still, getting a job off the home farm was seldom a possibility.

Imagine our excitement when Pioneer Corn Company from Indiana leased hundreds of acres for corn cultivation and began recruiting teenagers for field work.


Concord Baptist Church celebrates 125 Years of of God’s faithfulness




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