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Kellie Brodman-Angel

September 19, 2017


Poetic License

This plate on a Corvette was spotted at the County Line Church of the Brethren car show in July. Maybe the son has a matching Corvette, too.

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Expand your reading horizon: Here's a summer book list to consider

The Icon invites you to consider a book reading list unlike most you've encountered. We invited our Bluffton University intern, Nnenna Onwukeme, to offer a reading list of African writers. Here's her list:


Bluffton Bambi chapter 2, or the adventures of a newborn fawn

Bluffton Bambi Chapter 2:

On Sunday the Icon posted a photo of a new-born fawn discovered in an unnamed Bluffton location, which was near a familiar neighborhood. In that story we revealed that Bambi was alone, and curled up in some greenery. 

We concluded that:

1 - Bambi was an orphan, or
2 - Bambi's mother left the fawn with plans to return later.


Iconclast view: Some thoughts about the state of village government


In our lifetime of observing events in Bluffton several things are clear. Topics that sell newspapers and get heavy hits on the Icon include:

• Fantastic girls’ basketball teams
• Floods
• Mystery beasts roaming the countryside
• Issues of controversy involving Bluffton village government

The ongoing discussion of Bluffton government deserves a comment.

1 – The town hall water flood was a fluke. Anyone who thinks it serves to cover up any village shenanigans needs to have his head examined.


Bluffton Forever: The Icon invites viewers to contribute stories from the 1950s

Oral history may not be entirely true, but it makes a good story.

A couple years ago The Icon flirted with the waters of Bluffton oral history. Some claim we fell head-first into the National Quarry, while walking around it.

Either way, we surfaced with a lung full of stories placing them in a book. Appropriately called “A Good Place To Miss: Bluffton Stories 1900-1975,” it is now out of print.


Mother's Day: What my mother taught me

You had a mother, too? So did I. 

With Mother’s Day fresh on my mind, allow me to share with you some important things my mother taught me. Maybe after reading this, you’ll think of some things your mom taught you.

Here goes. In no special order.


Iconoclast View: This is no ordinary fish story

Here’s a Bluffton fish story you’ve not heard, but if you are old enough, you’ve witnessed.

While in my backyard on Sunday afternoon, I’m convinced I heard Arden Baker’s distinctive voice speaking over a World War II-era PA system. The voice came from the direction of the Buckeye.

Anyone who knows Arden’s voice identifies it immediately. That PA system he spoke into, the loudest in Bluffton, is stored on the second floor of the town hall – maybe the third.


Iconclast View: From one small town to another

NOTE: We invited our Icon intern to write a column comparing her hometown to Bluffton. Here's that column:

By Caitlin Nearhood, university intern

I couldn’t wait to get away.


It's supposed to be in the 50s this weekend

It's supposed to be in the 50s this weekend.

In the meantime, we are shoveling snow from our driveways and sidewalks. We are canceling events and wondering if winter will end.

Here's a photo essay of what we hope is winter's last blast in Bluffton. The photos offer a combination nasty winter photos plus an artistic look at winter. The photos were taken during the height of the March 12 snow.

Please give the photo collection a moment to open.


A university student's perspective on torn ACL: Persevering through pain

By Caitlin Nearhood, university intern

German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche was right when he said: “that which does not kill us makes us stronger.”

However, when I tore a crucial ligament in my right knee playing tennis last July, that phrase was the last thing on my mind.


Paul Klassen remembers when the circus came to town

The Circus Tent

By Paul Klassen

Yes, I remember, it happened in  our town.
Almost everything I remember from those long years ago
happened in our town.  There was no other place to be.
No other place to go.  We were always there.  Stuck you might say.

And so the word got out.  The circus was coming to town,
And tomorrow would be the day.
But they were here already, setting up at the edge of town
In the empty field on Vance Street.