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Air Force Airman Patrick A. McCormick graduated from basic military training at Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio.
The airman completed an intensive, eight-week program that included training in military discipline and studies, Air Force core values, physical fitness and basic warfare principles and skills.
Airmen who complete basic training earn four credits toward an associate’s in applied science degree through the Community College of the Air Force.
He is the son of Robert McCormick of Dalton and a 2007 graduate of Dalton High School.
Sean Justin Hughes graduated Sept. 11 from the U.S. Navy’s basic training command in Great Lakes, Ill.
He received ribbons for the Navy Expert Pistol Medal and National Defense Service Medal. Hughes’ division, 312, received flags for passing all the tests, marching, compartment readiness, honor division and physical fitness. They also received a 4.8 average (out of 5.0) for boot camp.
Hughes is the son of Madonna and Jerry Hughes of Dalton. He is the grandson of Linda Hayes of Dalton and Billy Hayes of Chatsworth and fiancé of Jessica Skidmore of Dalton.
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Town Crier: Snow ball
As the Town Crier walks the streets calling out the news of the week once again, he finds himself announcing the snow. We’ve had bigger snows, as anyone that lived through the Blizzard of ’93 will recall. Humvees couldn’t get through the streets. A week after the snow fell it was announced on the national news that the last places Fed Ex still couldn’t get into were Chattanooga and Dalton. But it has been years since we’ve had so many different snow days over a winter. And winter isn’t over yet.
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At 99, she's just getting started
Ask Gladys Whaley how it feels to turn 99 and her answer is “Well, I’m still here, so I guess it’s pretty good!”
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Town Crier: Canned
This time of year, in the middle of the dead of winter, I would go with my grandmother out the screen door of the back porch and around the back of the house to a wooden door that opened to a space underneath. It wasn’t a basement, but just an area with a dirt floor and room enough to stand up in. The dirt on the floor was like dust since it never rained under there. Along one wall of this cool, dark, dry space was a series of broad shelves. From the shelves she would shop, just as if she were walking down the aisle of a grocery store. She would make two or three selections from the shelves and then we would go back through the cold afternoon, closing the wooden door behind us, and make our way back into the house. The back porch door opened into kitchen. She would stop there and I would go on into the living room to watch the black and white television or play with toys. Within half an hour the house would fill with the smell of good things cooking for supper that night. Good, fresh things. Things that smelled of half a year ago. For you see, the items on that shelf in the dark, under the floor, were jars. And in those jars were summer.
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