"O Day of days when we can read! The reader and the book, either without the other is naught."
Local businessman Daniel Aydenian grew up hearing stories of his father's survival of the darkest time in Armenian history.
Most of the time I can convince myself that I have a young perspective on society and life in general. But then something happens that makes my generational gap as obvious as an elephant in the room. That something happened last week when President Barack Obama and Russian President Dmitry Medvedev signed a nuclear weapons reduction treaty.
Three suspects are in custody after a search warrant for weapons was served in Atwater.
Turlock police detectives arrested the two men suspected of beating and robbing a 39-year-old man and then locking him in the trunk of a car for hours on March 27.
A Turlock mother's worst nightmare was realized Monday when her 6-year-old son was left behind during a school field trip to the Fresno Zoo.
Sometimes it is hard for adults to understand how difficult it is to be a teenager. I think part of the problem is the tendency for all people to view the past through rose-colored glasses. Just ask anyone over the age of 35 about their high school days, and you will probably hear a list of why schools were better back then. "Back in the day" - whichever decade a person went to school - always had better football and basketball teams, less drugs and violence and students all got As.
It has come to the attention of the Journal editorial department that there is some confusion about letters to the editor.
Sometimes those of us who are city-dwellers can take for granted the little conveniences that are inherent to living in town. Although I still remember the hardships of getting a pizza delivered to the extremely rural farmhouse I lived in as a teen - I had to walk a half mile to the end of the gravel road my house stood on to meet the delivery guy - it's been awhile since I've lived in the country.
Just when the reports of armed robbery and animal cruelty made me want to throw up my hands at my fellow man, my faith in humanity was restored. This transformation of belief occurred during a simple Sunday afternoon walk.
Beelzebub is roaming the streets of Turlock.
Growing up on the westside of Turlock, Rachel Rodriguez Grant had dreams of going to college and doing something big with her life. But she never thought in a million years she would end up overseeing the distribution of food for millions of people all over the world - or be shaking hands with the president of the United States of America.
I remember very clearly the first time I discovered that it's all too easy to skate around the rules to get what you want. My third grade teacher, Mrs. Mills, had assigned the class 20 math problems to do as homework.
While zoning out in front of the boob tube the other day, I heard a phrase uttered in a commercial that immediately woke me out of my vegetative state and started me thinking. I can't remember the exact wording, but it was something along the lines of "How will we remember the Great Recession?" I'm sure I have heard the economic troubles our country is facing today called the Great Recession in the past, but it never really registered until now.
Brad Brewster is glad to be home. After spending two weeks in Haiti as part of an International Medical Surgical Response Team deployed by the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, the Turlock man is thankful for the everyday conveniences that he had taken for granted before his eye-opening trip.
Name of Business: Ciganos Fine Cigars
For the past 32 years, local Realtors and their affiliates have held a Can Tree Breakfast in an effort to raise money to feed hungry families during the holidays. Although the literal Christmas tree-shaped pyramid of canned food - that some years reached as high as 25 feet - no longer adorns the entrance to the long-since closed Albertsons grocery store, the spirit of giving has remained strong.
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