Corydon Times

Garden Road - March 28, 2017
Last week, in my continued struggle to find the instance when my father received shrapnel during Vietnam, I researched a man from my family’s past, the platoon’s lieutenant, Jim Lanning. He turned out to be a graduate of Texas A&M who retired from the Army as a Lieutenant Colonel. He also once served as a reverend for a congregation, Redwood Baptist Church in San Marcos, Texas, inclusive of Latinos and African Americans—one of their tenants is “Christ for all people.” Their other tenant is “Choose life over death.”
Mar 27, 2017, 08:34

Garden Road - March 21, 2017
The school district provided exhausted parents with an extended weekend to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day and the beginning of spring, post daylight saving time. They did not allot us an afternoon to foresee the Ides of March. My freshman year at Wayne, we read Shakespeare’s ‘Julius Caesar.’ A prophet warns the Roman ruler of his impending assassination. It seems even with foresight Caesar could not help marching to his fate. In contrast, as the plotters proceed to defend the Republic, Cassius informs his coconspirator, “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.” After the dagger, death only spread Caesar’s name, made him the god the Senators feared he would become, smeared to such places as the Russian monarchy centuries later, where Caesar transformed into the word ‘Czar.’
Mar 20, 2017, 12:41

Garden Road - March 14, 2017
When my family lived in a white farmhouse near Richardson Cemetery, a tornado hit a few miles away under cover of night. Into the 1980s, my great uncle and great aunt, Everett and Celia Selby, lived in a home without indoor plumbing on the west side of the highway to Sewal. I remember the soap opera ‘General Hospital’ on TV, dramatizing the afternoon, before I walked through their mudroom to get to the outhouse. Eventually they planted a trailer across their driveway to the north. As children, we considered it an upgrade because we could do our business inside.
Mar 13, 2017, 08:30

Garden Road - March 7, 2017
While researching this week’s article on Luke Jones, I discovered the man who homesteaded Trail’s End south of Allerton in 1857 was Thomas Richardson. He is my great-great-great-great grandfather. His father, David Richardson, fought in the Revolutionary War and later served under General Mad Anthony Wayne, our county’s namesake. By his death in 1891, Thomas was the oldest living homesteader in Wayne County. Thomas’ daughter Emily married James T. Selby, a veteran of the Civil War. James’ great-great grandson, my father, James Wesley Selby, fought in Vietnam. They are all buried in Richardson Chapel Cemetery across the hill from where I was raised.
Mar 6, 2017, 09:14

Garden Road - February 28, 2017
It has been a long and confusing fight to get my father James Wesley Selby his Purple Heart. It continues, if not sometimes passive-aggressively. I helped my mother go through both U.S. Senator Joni Ernst’s and U.S. Representative Dave Loebsack’s office with no final word back yet on the delay process. Just before my father died, I mistook a shipment of medals—as an anonymous alert from the government in my email inbox—as confirmation my father had been awarded a Purple Heart while he was still alive, and therefore I told State Senator Amy Sinclair the good news. I also informed my mother. It was a bit of a letdown when we discovered I was mistaken, because you can only get kicked in the lungs so many times.
Feb 27, 2017, 09:29